Well, nothing here is, really. This is Northside, after all. My realm. It is odd for you to be here, again. You never stayed long enough to notice it, when I brought you.
But mine can appear here, if they so want. The fog sometimes fades a little when I'm not so lost in memories.
It depends on the person. How close we are. And if one of my siblings might be closer to the department ... well. I talk with Epithumia and Morpheus - Desire and Dream - most often.
I can't explain any further. It's the way things work, really. It just happens, it works out or it doesn't, but we have to make it work regardless, you see? Sometimes, it's troublesome.
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Is something the matter?
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I'm fine. Sorry about the fog.
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But mine can appear here, if they so want. The fog sometimes fades a little when I'm not so lost in memories.
Did you want to speak to me?
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*Calmly, Death offers her hand.*
If you'd like to sit somewhere, I could lead you.
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Within the images of the fog, this port is seen, and Death is there speaking to a young soldier.
The image quickly fades when she notes it.*
I often visit this one, when things in days change.
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*A gesture at the fog.*
I revisit my memories, when my own plans must be changed.
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And what plans do you need to change?
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*She's attempting to work back the images of herself and the man, again, and it isn't really quite working out. They remain, faded, but there.*
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((Sorry I disappeared, issues with my AIM.))
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