Time To Roll The Dice ;

[obscurus_phantasma]

Who: Damien Brenks & Melinoë (featuring a mention of Merlin).    // + Viridi & Mel
What: An overdue argument post-Dream World.    // Lamenting being de-powered again.
Where: Merlaut Apartments; Room 108/-9     // Takoba Beach
When: Within a few days of Awakening and returning to the Void.
Content Warnings: Language, sexual references, arguing (for the Dae/Mel portion).



Without her ghosts and abilities, life after the spell of sleeping has returned to being rather dull for the Goddess. Though there are the flower shoppe and garden to occupy time (and how strangely relieving it is to have such a concept returned, even as oddly kept as it is), it compares not to the gifts of divinity. For that, Melinoë has entered a slump of sorts, hardly venturing out and resorting to staring out the window forlornly or filling apartment 108 with things collected from the beach or gathered in the woods. Some materials have been used to recreate the adventures enjoyed within the dreamworld, one section of wall turned scrapbook. There are 2D ghosts, a cello, and the floating fortress from Merlin’s world.

The mage himself has recently departed and she’s simply hovering in the doorway with a vacant expression, debating leaving for fresh air or something, or returning to moping within her home.

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[abeautifulgame]

Damien hasn't had a particularly pleasant last couple of days, either, though that's had less to do with him losing his 'powers', that much something he took in stride that surprised even him. No, this is more -- every fucking thing else. Ren getting Akechi killed, or at least not being able to save him. The fact that he's almost afraid to go see Tifa, now, for the fact that she featured in one of his personal nightmares. The list goes on. He's mostly just exhausted, at this point, resigned and wrung out, and not in a way that sleep, for all that it's a thing now, will fix. He needs a drink, is what he needs. He needs a cigarette, for all that he quit more than a year ago, now. He needs --

-- anything other than to see Merlin slip out of Melinoë's room. Of course he assumes the worst, that the story of his life, and well. Maybe that upset of his isn't so wrung dry, after all.

"Friend of yours?" Damien asks, stopping short of her and her door.

CLOSED to Viridi

[obscurus_phantasma]

[ some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold ]

Without a means to communicate more conveniently (messaging system, animal carriers, robot carriers, so on and so forth), Mel had tracked the nature Goddess down the previous day to plan a meet-up on the beach. It served the dual purpose of further bonding as well as gathering random decor for the apartment.

Barefoot, Melinoë is making different prints with said feet, seeing how high she need travel before the waves no longer wash shapes away. She's decided that, once Damien begins to introduce her to his group of friends, in turn she'll attempt to form friendships with some. Ghostly company might be the preferred sort, but until the world introduces ghosts, the Goddess will have to settle with what is present.