Dear Raven,
Wherever you are, I wish you would return. Not that I don't like your body, mind you, your powers are just unworkable. At least the ones here. How do you put up with the chatter that people make? If I didn't have nearly as much patience, I would have quieted many of them long ago, though I would also have to be as looney as my brother. May he and that one person you were talking about never meet, as I think the entire world would be put into a bad spot.
I met your sister. Interesting girl, though our personalities are definitely not made to be anywhere near each other. I have difficulties understanding why she does what she does, or tolerating her outbursts of power. Is there any reason you haven't done something about her? You've got the capacity to do so, as well as fix the drama in your family. Please grow a spine and do so.
Anyway, and so then I went to this club, and hooked up with this one guy, and it was so totally great, and we hit it off so well that we're moving in...
Sometimes I really wish I could see the expressions on your face; well, when you're actually in your body. Me, I dearly miss my own form and my ways of solving problems. Sure, I'm not long for this world, but hey, it's been fun. We'll get this all fixed up, and I'll be back on my way to dieing. If I was going to somehow remain in spirit I would laugh at you and your troubles from wherever I ended up, but I guess you'll just need to laugh for me. And you better, as your life needs to be fixed and you need to return to it.
So, we're just about to wherever your father is, as I'm hunting him down as I leave you this mental note. Your brain really is fascinating, to have such computer-like reactions and memory storage. I'm glad there was enough at your apartment to do that, as otherwise I'd have to start asking questions, and people would ask questions about you, and that never leads anywhere good. Not entirely sure I like this man, as Leena described us to be so much alike. In ways similar to how you and I are alike. And since I don't like you, and I can't stand others much like you or I, consequently your father and I might not get along well.
I also have the feeling he just shrugs everything off and hides from his own problems, ignoring the world. Not a trait I possess, but at least that would lessen the difficulty factor of dealing with him. I'll leave Leena in his possession, so when you do get your body back you'll know without me having to tell you. At least, directly. I have so many images to share with you, especially what Leena has said. You're going to get a kick out of some of it, and then you'll probably angst.
So long, angsty b*****d. I'm that much closer to nailing you to a wall.
~Ryven.
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The words along my back
transcribe the threads of life
They guide me
Keep me on mine path
For my exsistance decides
the fate of all
transcribe the threads of life
They guide me
Keep me on mine path
For my exsistance decides
the fate of all
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