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Bless of Magic Caster | OTA
WHO: Arche and YOU
WHAT: Arche is acclimating to her new circumstances, looking for help getting a staff around, and attempting to be curious without being a pest. Godspeed to her on that last one.
WHERE: Strictly within the lantern's light
WHEN: Shortly after her arrival from the River
WARNINGS: If you ask how she died, you might get an answer (CW violence, death of a teenager); potential CWs for child neglect/abuse mentions & descriptions, existentialism, Arche Needs A Fucking Drink So God Damn Bad
Fifth Tier Magic: Fabricate | Near The Water
If the weather is decent, or seems like it will be decent (more than a few of these instances might get caught out by a storm, necessitating shelter), one can find Arche near the water and, more importantly, near the woody plants that grow by it. She's running her gloved hands along branches and trunks, frowning to herself, pondering. If she only had a decent knife and whetstone...or someone else did...
It's possible that you catch her during another part of this process! Arche is not above sketching blueprints into the dust, displaying a simple staff with rounded bulbs at the ends, though other designs eventually flower - walking sticks, odd little two-handed clubs more like a blunt glaive than anything, and, curiously enough, something that can't be wood.
Do you own a knife? Is this public knowledge? Arche may be asking for help, or at least to borrow the blade.
Skill: Message | Network/You Pick The Location
workaday: Arche, new arrival, seeking information about prior experiences within this hereafter. No expectations had, be as personal or impersonal as you please, willing to meet in private or speak via this strange text-based common communication. Available at all hours presuming my experiments with sleeplessness bear fruit, all daylight hours otherwise. Thank you for your consideration.
Skill: The Goal Of All Life Is Death | Shelters At Night
She's dead, right? They're all dead. And yet Arche still perceives herself as having the needs of the living, and that fact is curious to her. Perhaps that's the 'life' in 'afterlife', but perhaps not. It isn't as if she could seriously hurt herself by experimenting, right? Arche starts by trying not to breathe but this quickly proves to be a difficult mental hurdle (or she has to breathe, but Arche is going to be stubbon on this point). So she aims at something that she's already good at - going without sleep. Why sleep? Why should that be a need of the dead? Undead don't sleep, and that surely is a trait they inherit from death - even fish sleep, somehow, after all.
It's at night, alone with her thoughts and sitting on the roof of her new home(?), when the weight of it all hits Arche. She tries to keep it in, tells herself that she's being silly, being childish. She got a lifetime, same as everyone else, right? She took a dangerous job and it didn't pan out. Death was always on the table, right next to the money she never got to spend because she had to save up for...save...save up for...
The first sob is a hesitant thing, but it blows the floodgates open. Arche cries with ugly sounds and bone-shaking sobs, tears streaming down her face, and when she tries to make herself stop it only gets worse.
Profession (Nerd) | Wildcard
Come at me. Maybe you catch Arche patching up holes in the shelters. Perhaps she's giving that odd look at the hamsters again or conspicuously avoiding the dracolisks with the nervous air of someone who is not used to horses. Or something comes up that you decide! Fuck me up! I'm right here!
WHAT: Arche is acclimating to her new circumstances, looking for help getting a staff around, and attempting to be curious without being a pest. Godspeed to her on that last one.
WHERE: Strictly within the lantern's light
WHEN: Shortly after her arrival from the River
WARNINGS: If you ask how she died, you might get an answer (CW violence, death of a teenager); potential CWs for child neglect/abuse mentions & descriptions, existentialism, Arche Needs A Fucking Drink So God Damn Bad
Fifth Tier Magic: Fabricate | Near The Water
If the weather is decent, or seems like it will be decent (more than a few of these instances might get caught out by a storm, necessitating shelter), one can find Arche near the water and, more importantly, near the woody plants that grow by it. She's running her gloved hands along branches and trunks, frowning to herself, pondering. If she only had a decent knife and whetstone...or someone else did...
It's possible that you catch her during another part of this process! Arche is not above sketching blueprints into the dust, displaying a simple staff with rounded bulbs at the ends, though other designs eventually flower - walking sticks, odd little two-handed clubs more like a blunt glaive than anything, and, curiously enough, something that can't be wood.
Do you own a knife? Is this public knowledge? Arche may be asking for help, or at least to borrow the blade.
Skill: Message | Network/You Pick The Location
workaday: Arche, new arrival, seeking information about prior experiences within this hereafter. No expectations had, be as personal or impersonal as you please, willing to meet in private or speak via this strange text-based common communication. Available at all hours presuming my experiments with sleeplessness bear fruit, all daylight hours otherwise. Thank you for your consideration.
Skill: The Goal Of All Life Is Death | Shelters At Night
She's dead, right? They're all dead. And yet Arche still perceives herself as having the needs of the living, and that fact is curious to her. Perhaps that's the 'life' in 'afterlife', but perhaps not. It isn't as if she could seriously hurt herself by experimenting, right? Arche starts by trying not to breathe but this quickly proves to be a difficult mental hurdle (or she has to breathe, but Arche is going to be stubbon on this point). So she aims at something that she's already good at - going without sleep. Why sleep? Why should that be a need of the dead? Undead don't sleep, and that surely is a trait they inherit from death - even fish sleep, somehow, after all.
It's at night, alone with her thoughts and sitting on the roof of her new home(?), when the weight of it all hits Arche. She tries to keep it in, tells herself that she's being silly, being childish. She got a lifetime, same as everyone else, right? She took a dangerous job and it didn't pan out. Death was always on the table, right next to the money she never got to spend because she had to save up for...save...save up for...
The first sob is a hesitant thing, but it blows the floodgates open. Arche cries with ugly sounds and bone-shaking sobs, tears streaming down her face, and when she tries to make herself stop it only gets worse.
Profession (Nerd) | Wildcard
Come at me. Maybe you catch Arche patching up holes in the shelters. Perhaps she's giving that odd look at the hamsters again or conspicuously avoiding the dracolisks with the nervous air of someone who is not used to horses. Or something comes up that you decide! Fuck me up! I'm right here!
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A sob tries to work its way up, and is swallowed by a scream of pure, primal rage, a sound that shouldn't come from something this small and delicate.
This might be the absolute worst thing for him to do XD
He lets the silence stew, lets her scream fade into the night, before he speaks again. Calm and steady. Inquiring.
“So… what are you going to do about it? That all of this has been taken from you?” His golden, undead gaze focused solely on the girl in front of him. It wasn’t curiosity that caused him to ask that, and yet… when people were on the brink of despair, they either tended to act or remain broken.
Yeah, It Was
She's so fast when she grabs the front of Hanako's shirt and pulls him in close, rough and desperate. "Maybe it's not too late," Arche hisses. "How did you do it? How did you cling to the living world? There's too much left unfinished, too much left to do. I can avoid the soldiers and magic-casters long enough to get my sisters out, and when I'm destroyed I can come back finished. Tell me how you stayed, boy."
Here we go~
His gaze looked at her steadily.
“I hate to say it but… if we’re already here, there isn’t much we can do to change that. Once a soul makes it as far as this… there isn’t a way to go back. Apparitions cling to the Near Shore because of their unfinished business… so if you’re here, whatever severed your soul from your body wasn’t strong enough to keep you there. Or, whoever or whatever the powers that be that are pulling our strings are simply more powerful. We’re in their field, so we have to play by their rules, whether we like it or not.
The latter half was certainly part speculation. The Ferryman had said that they were in charge of their own journey, that the Ferryman was simply a guide… but Arche wouldn’t want to believe that her being here was part of her own journey to pass on. He also wasn’t so charitable as to give her hope that a Boundary point was here… Not while she was in this state. Not while she could’ve think logically.
“Unfortunately, death is an end. Even being in-between… you can’t finish what you couldn’t accomplish in life. Death isn’t a continuation of that.”