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<PLAYER1> If you're looking for someone you knew as Yugi before June, you've found him! It's Atem, leave a message.
 
 
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cw dying become child death

[personal profile] sweartoyou 2021-12-09 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[A soft sigh escapes that she has to fight to get back, but fighting isn't so important anymore. She'll be safe and taken care of. She is safe and taken care of. The pitched keening is interrupted some by the sobs of a little girl, but there's a smile in her eyes as she tries to focus on him again. He seems so far away even though she can feel him right there, and it isn't until she tries to reach out to him again that she realizes at some point her arms had gone limp and fallen away.]

I'm h-happy...you're...

[She doesn't need to finish her sentence, probably, because he already knew, and surely even if she hadn't spoken at all he would have understood. Her words fade into panting, slow and strained until they become quick. A last bid for staying there a minute longer, because as much as she's accepted this, her body can't feel the same calm. It needs to keep her

eyes open

again as if from sleep, watching the ceiling for several moments to parse the haze in her brain from the fog that filled the air around her. It's Dyster. Molly is there at her side suddenly, surprised but pleased with her appearance since it doesn't know the reason why, and puzzling more over her new werewolf form than that, anyway. Ray can lift her arm again, so she indulges the probing critter with a few pets before she pushes herself up. The pain isn't there anymore, even if parts of her still feel dragged down. Drained of energy rather than blood.

Not too tired to go over to her desk to pull out a scrap of paper and a marker, of course. That's a priority! Confidently this time, Rachel draws the symbol again.]


Hi, Atem. I hope I didn't keep you waiting...though I'd like to think we can agree that I was the one more inconvenienced by this. Thank you for coming. My door to Dyster is actually on the way to La Forteresse, so I can meet you there?

[He can't answer, of course, but she gives a little wave at the eye -- that's how it works, right? She thinks so -- before putting a line through it and heading on out. They agreed to do something fun, so of course he'd agree to her proposal! How nice, to be able to see her very good boy so soon, and under better circumstances.]
Edited 2021-12-09 22:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2021-12-11 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[There are perks to following a god here, as much trouble as it can be, and nearly-instant resurrection is one of the ones Ray's been granted. Too bad she still feels pretty rough, having to stop to take breaks on her walk. Even then, she's making better time than she ever did as a slime, and it's wonderful to not wonder what she was just doing, since she's operating outside of her usual routine. She doesn't have to carry any notebooks or post-it notes with her. She can just think, and it makes her feel free to do that again. It also means that without those sharp pulses of pain, Ray can puzzle out what happened with a fair bit of confidence.

By the time she comes upon the prison, her odd but fulfilling workplace, the little werewolf is back to panting. Thank goodness she isn't having to run for her life these days...! It's good to know that dying makes you feel so awful even if you aren't immediately dunked into your monster type's weakness, though. She wasn't planning on it being a habit, especially with the value she put on her memories, but the more she knew, the better off she'd be in the future. She could prepare. That's just another little thing despite her tiredness to put her in a good, determined mood.

The main thing, the thing that gets her ears to perk up and her tail to give a minute wag of muted joy, is when she spots Atem again. That's her boy! Her boy that came for her! Her boy that was very warm, which was good because she doesn't actually have any other clothes besides what she's wearing, and they didn't magically become weather-appropriate with her return to life! She's eternally grateful to have her sweater back, at least... Note to self: borrow winter clothes from Reira or go shopping for outfits she couldn't use 95% of the time.]


Atem...! [She's just a pup happily trotting up on two legs to someone she likes. Hello! Oof, let her catch her breath again, wow breathing is kind of nice!]
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2021-12-12 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even with her eagerness greatly improved in comparison to when she's a slime, Ray looks dimly surprised when she realizes he's offering a hug. For her? Really? It might not make a ton of sense, but of course it makes her smile, and she steps closer to wrap her arms around him, too. That's the main reason it registers that he's just a little bit smaller than her, when they're like this. He was probably always short and she just never realized, blobbing around as she did. ...She likes this. She likes that he's small, the way her boy should be, even if he isn't nearly as young.

Also he's warm, so she isn't looking forward to letting go, even if this isn't actually solving the biggest problem of her legs being cold.]


Mm. Sorry about that. I'm glad you came for me...and that it worked. I was a little worried I wouldn't remember it right. [Tail cute... She can feel her own starting wag again as she watches it.] It's that memory that caused all this trouble in the first place, I think... It's much easier to think now.
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2021-12-13 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[She gives a soft, content hum as his hands stay on her arms. Toasty... And she applauds his priorities -- it only made sense this way, and she'd needed his attention more than him trying to solve the mystery.]

No. It was an act of self defense. [She pauses, a little for drama but mostly just because she doesn't tend to speak very fast, even when she isn't a slime.] I have two possessions I always keep on me. My clock Dad gave to me...and a glass knife, just in case I get into trouble that gets around a slime's near-invulnerability. It's practically invisible as long as it's in my body, so it's a good way to catch someone offguard. But when I changed into a werewolf with a solid body again...

[She sort of forgot that she had them? There was never any reason to not have them floating around in there before...]

It would explain why it didn't hurt until I moved, and why it felt like a knife. It was one. I shouldn't have to tell Dr. Kitty to save them for me...

[She really wants them back, though -- her clock especially. And she hopes it doesn't take up too much of his time, when she's almost positive that's what it was and he probably has other work he could be doing... Her head has tilted so that her mismatched eyes are dazing out in the direction of the entrance. Dog...want... But dog also want to play. It's tough to be a dog.]
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2021-12-15 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah —

[That’s a good distraction from her indecisiveness. Her ears droop a little, but it’s more thoughtful than sad.]

It was the second time I died here…

[So not typically, but she hasn’t been intent on figuring out if there are hard and fast rules when it came to death. She just knew that memories sometimes disappeared, and she didn’t want that to happen.]

I wonder if you can feel it… Something that you’ve forgotten. How else would you ever know?
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2021-12-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[She wonders if it's a important to reiterate that it's specifically her second death here? Would dying back home count? It would really just be another memory to lose, so it shouldn't... Atem would know, as a ghost living in someone else's soul, wouldn't he?]

Hm...

[Well. Anyway.]

I should use this month to write down my important memories, too... My muzooum exhibit only displays some of them. It should be easier, since I probably write faster. I definitely think faster...though not as fast as when I was a demon.
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2021-12-28 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ah --

[She perks up a bit, ears flicking forward and tail wagging despite her expression staying neutral. She supposes she doesn't really talk about it much anymore, since it isn't new.]

Because the exhibits are people. When it first showed up, there were even people inside the glass that had to be broken out. You learn about living things and items and history. It's a muzooum.
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2022-01-05 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[HELL YEAH, HELL YEAH, drained as she may be, Ray is so ready for this. Fun time with Atem! Who likes her ideas!! Shame she doesn't really have one now.]

Yes! What sort of fun thing? I'm not used to doing things just for fun with others...and sewing isn't really a friend activity, is it, Atem?
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2022-01-07 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Group sewing...

[She hasn't exactly tried it either, but with how Atem had a certain loudness about him in his bearing, she can't really picture them quietly sewing together. Especially not as a demon.

...When she was a demon, she would steal all the strays and wayward pets she found... He might be down for that, but she didn't really need any more pets, with Molly -- not when she was sure none of them would feel like hers.]


It's pretty tiring, coming back... A little like that poisonous gas... [Weird. And a shame, because that's a really sweet offer he's making! Chasing something does sound fun, but it was a lot of effort just getting here.]

Mmm... [Hmmm!!!] I think maybe... [She looks down to her padded palms and fingers, flexing a little. Weird to have bones!!!] Digging. Or sandcastles, maybe... Something where I can use my hands for real. It's been a while.
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2022-01-10 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh! He likes the idea, too! Can't not wag her tail about that. His eagerness doubles her own, and now it reaches her eyes. Almost like a regular girl!]

The beach, please! I guess it's too cold to swim, but still... I can't get near the water, as a slime. It'd be nice to have better memories of being on the shore.

[She recognizes it's too cold to swim, but she still seems ready to leave despite wearing shorts... Rachel pulls back only so she can hold her paw-like hand out for the demon to take.]

Let's go, Atem...!
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[personal profile] sweartoyou 2022-01-10 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[She gasps softly like such an idea has never occurred to her. It hasn't.]

I've never been flying for real.

[Even when she was a demon, her wings were small and underdeveloped, so it was more like levitating. She never did more than hover because of that, even though she thinks she probably could have. Beyond that... They've hugged, of course, but being close to people us still a novelty. Being carried will be different when she's like this, instead of tucked away in her shell like it's a filled bucket, the way she'd been with Mukuro or Zack.]

Yes...! If your wings aren't too tired, I want to fly!