[identity profile] broomriding.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] abyssianmelody
Who: Arche Klein, ANYONE IN DAATH WHO WANTS TO BUMP INTO HER. :] That's right, folks. This is an open log.
Where: Daath.
When: A few days after she wakes up.
Warnings: Arche wants out of bed, damn it. She's feeling better (physically, anyway), and ready to walk around a bit.


Her broom in one hand, Arche made her way through the streets of Daath, her eyes fixated to the ground, more than the area around her. While she was mildly interested in seeing the city, she just ... wasn't feeling it.

Actually, she wasn't sure what she was feeling.

Ever since waking up and feeling as if she'd been run over by something giant, she'd been told she was sick. And she believed it. It was a logical explanation, after all, and she'd certainly felt sick. But something seemed ... off. Chester, especially, and she wasn't sure how to describe it. He said he wanted her to come along, but ... part of Arche believed that he may have still been taking their argument from before a little hard.

And if that were the case, Arche wasn't sure how to fix it. Nor was she sure if she could stand traveling with him for long. There was a difference between the usual irritation and what she was feeling now, and ... that was a pretty huge difference, to her.

That was part of what this outing into the city was for her. She wanted to clear her head; but also, she hadn't been outside in ... how long had it been? Arche wasn't sure.

She finally looked ahead of her.

Clear her head.

She needed to do that. But the fresh air didn't seem to be clearing anything out for her; in fact, it only seemed that the more she thought about things, the more jumbled they were, and the more confused she got.

Date: 2009-11-23 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatal-old-man.livejournal.com
Business in Daath done and over with, Raven was more than ready to begin recruiting Rhea and Estelle to... go wherever. He wasn't too sure, but perhaps Sheridan would have been a good excuse to get away from Daath. Dealing with Legretta's power-trip wasn't very pleasant, after all.

Spotting a familiar tuft of pink hair, Raven jogged his old body toward it. "Hey, Rhea, whatcha up to?"

Date: 2009-12-03 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatal-old-man.livejournal.com
Huh... did Rhea meet who she was looking for already? That, or her friend Arche had a twin sister. "So... you're Arche, then?" he spoke softly, slightly unsure as to how to proceed in this particular conversational path. Rubbing the back of his head and chuckling a bit, he sighed as he glanced around. "Rhea told me a bit about you, darlin'. You're just as pretty as she says."

Date: 2009-12-05 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatal-old-man.livejournal.com
"She's been up and about." Raven commented. He can't believe it only justg occurred to him, but the next time he visited the Rugnica Continent we'd want to at least give a proper grave site to the Scarlet family... and one day, take Arche there and maybe tell her the truth. "You know how the family business is in trading and marketing, so they've been around." he explained. "She practically couldn't stop talkin' about you! It's a pleasure meetin' the great and beautiful Arche in person, really."

Date: 2009-12-09 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatal-old-man.livejournal.com
The riding-a-broom bit caught Raven a bit by surprise. "Now now, just because there's a distance between two people doesn't mean that they aren't close. Miss Scarlet is proof of that." Raven attempted to choose his words carefully, though his lax expression did nothing to show it. "You keep on smiling and truckin' about, and before you know it you should be able to meet her again one day!" Raven grinned.

Date: 2009-12-15 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatal-old-man.livejournal.com
It was nice seeing the fabled Arche that Rhea was speaking so highly of in person, Raven had to admit to himself. And now, Arche could live... and that's what Rhea wanted, right? Not that Raven knew what the dead wanted... or did he? He never really ruminated deeply on his own death, preferring to drink away those thoughts and distract himself in the morning with a hangover. In any case, he simply smiled. "Well, I gotta go, but it's nice seein' ya. Hope we can meet again one day."

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