∞4 | video. Death Takes A Holiday;

[whip_poor_will]

[From the angle shown, Ravine is holding the phone away from her face, elbow propped with her chin in the palm of her gloved hand -- and even now, hints of black smoke continue wafting from her hair and coat.

[ Although apparently uncomfortable, she flashes her smile just as she always has.]

"Well, for those who believe themselves capable, I would advise against any attempts at reaching that ninth god beneath the Colosseum the easy way. It leads to some rather ill results."

[She would know.

[Soon her gold eyes shift back to the soft brown most are used to seeing when she is not wearing her sunglasses. Once she is feeling a little better and not radiating black vapors anymore, her stern expression transforms into a smile, her face scrunched in amusement.]

"For anyone not interested in that, however, I have a question!

"Imagine, if you will, that you have been a dead person for thousands of years. It has also been that long since you've ever felt or tasted anything.

"Then imagine if you have been given an opportunity here to be a living, breathing person -- but only for a few days! Would you mind sharing what you would do with that short time in the mortal plane?

"I admit, I am perhaps looking at this from a dead woman's perspective, but it does not appear that there is much to do for the corporeal here when there is not a festival being thrown by our gracious locals. It would be a shame to put such a generous gift to waste."

['But Ravine, why not just ask the gods to make you permanently living?!' one might say.

[Yeah, no, that is the one thing she is not addressing right now, thank you very much.]

Comments

[whip_poor_will]

You may be surprised.

[Come on, buddy. She's been dead for thousands of years -- no need to be a Debbie Downer.]

I may, should there be any use for me anywhere. [Even though there are lots of uses for her literally everywhere.]

[tongueamok]

You have tried to reach it, I assume.

[That is what she meant, right?]

[whip_poor_will]

I did. I have means to travel to places where those more... tangible are unable to reach. You could consider that to be one of the perks to being dead.

[And a reaper, but. You know.]

[tongueamok]

[Was that a quiet snort of disgust? That definitely was a quiet snort of disgust on his end. Sorry, Ravine. Ghosts and undeads and all.]

If it is dangerous to you, what horrors will it hold for those seeking to reach it?

[whip_poor_will]

[It's all right. It hasn't bothered her before and it doesn't now.]

Nothing good! [So helpful, Ravine.] I would hope this to be a suitable caveat for those planning to dig their way down there, although I assume there will be those who wish to reach it regardless of the repercussions.

[tongueamok]

I see. I merely ask as- as I know certain individuals may be brash in their approach of the Door, blinded by desperation.

[whip_poor_will]

Brash is not quite my style, but I assume you are referring to other such individuals.

It is, however, good news that the Door will remain inaccessible to those who would abuse it.