#mnemosys

He had no control when it came to the existence of his role and space, as much as he claimed to. The rift had him sitting in there for the longest time, waiting and watching the vast nothingness when the Entity in the same space as him slept - leaving him no room for insight...

Until he was booted out, in softer terms to go seek and fix his Host issue.

Lios was given that minor chance, and who knew how long until he’d get another - something must’ve come up finally but not even he knew what to expect. When came to surface... It felt no different than a weird back door than when he’d usually use his aforementioned book. Unnatural. The suffocating weight for someone like him wasn’t as pleasant, truly like he was enveloped in both tar and quick sand, if not dense water when he was manifesting his existence outside the rift - although not knowing where he’d end up. Lios would just need to deal with it.

Obscured, black doused hands clawed into the soil, reefing up his weight like a zombie and shredding greenery that might’ve been present while the oozing silhouette slowly cleared away when he’d risen. Evaporating and wisping away like a visible black miasma until is vanished altogether by droplets and all, leaving his lanky frame and cloak entirely clear of any traces.

His mask twisted into flat eyes and a vague frown when he realized where he was. Boots were already meshing into the water of the soaked space of his weight, urging him to monkey dance a few feet off swamp bank and stomp around until he found solid footing. 

“Is there something here?” His voice faintly made itself known while putting his head on a swivel, uncertain of his surroundings if life was present.

The silence was something she was easily used to when it came to him. Only patience was what she had to offer in contrast to it, yet never expecting him to always answer. Seeing how he wasn’t obligated. Didn’t mean she gave up easy though, either despite the awkward flow of air when it got to that point... All Josiah did was watch, respecting his work space, although with things to look at. Her eyes were trained on him alone, tilting at the head when his attention hit it’s peak. Gaze following in the short minute until the weight filled her arms, finally reacting with a small heave-huff - thankfully no caving when Josiah took a look at the book itself, mind the weight.

“Heavier than the books I used to work with... I don’t recognize it...” She uttered quietly, fingers scooping the cover out of the way. Proof to why she didn’t was painfully obvious as soon as the contents were revealed, making Josiah squint a bit at the unknown language. While the sketches and works fell to some similarities was all that she had. But she was listening to his statement while attention remained on the book for a small moment, half cringing at herself.

“Fair point. Hope it was some help at least then...” She didn’t push. Only listen, it sounded like it was more than important. Especially when the topic curved in a direction she wasn’t expecting. Josiah was fixed on the ever lack changing expression he bore when his depth question only sunk into some familiar waters, yet she knew necromancy was different in a way. Just flesh. 

“The conscious.” Josiah hardly hesitated to answer, adjusting her comfort when hoisting the book onto her forearm better and her freehand index knuckle pressed to her lips. “To me, anyways... A body is one thing. But to me, it’s what remains of the conscious, as far as DNA is as well if you want to count it in as one. You can replace as many pieces as you want, with what you want, it doesn’t change the thing that makes you, you. That’s your consciousness. Humanity sits there with who you are. It’s got nothing to do with your body. Disagree if you’d like or add, I’m all ears. If you disagree, I’d love to hear a different angle.” Regardless, a small smile became evident.

The air seemed to only become a little denser the further they closed in mid point of the grassy space - for her that it was at least. The doppelganger had no doubts in Shiro though, though nevertheless, she wanted to keep him safe too. “I can’t see it, but it’s here... Unless I’m feeling something else.” Ezme added quietly, though enough for between the two of them. However, she was baiting herself openly by just being there - she started rummaging around in her pockets now in search for something as soon as she stopped. 

Mnemosyne bathes in your memories.

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Misha was nervous, she knew she was and it was in that awful, quiet way that made it hard to choke down food. Worst of all, she knew she didn’t have a reason to be. Shiro wasn’t like any of the kids she had grown up with. Mischievous, competitive and a little odd? Definitely. Mean? Never. At worst he wouldn’t want to go with her, but he wouldn’t make fun of her either. Maybe tease her if he found something to poke at her about, but only in the same ways she liked to poke him right back. And she knew all of that, but it didn’t stop her from overthinking anyway. By lunch she’d nearly worn away at one edge of the envelope. At said lunch, having lured him out with the promise of food, she fished it out of her bag and shoved it across the table towards him before she could completely lose her nerve.

I'm not the anon but lmao I like him.

Leave ‘pet name’ and my muse will give yours a nickname.

@mnemosys

“How about … Shi? Or … Roro? Ooh, yes, I think I really like that last one, it’s rather adorable sounding.~” And a momentary pause.

“Also. Why does that actually sound a bit familiar …?” After a few moments of pondering, it then clicks. Sorta.