#int.aravis

[writtcn]

portum health clinic, ft. open

it feels like aeons have passed since they emerged from the collapsed school building, even though it has really only been a few hours. ravi sits in a folding chair in a quiet corner of the clinic, mourning the lives lost ( not the hunters, fuck those guys ), annotating their own obituary with a bowl propped under their chin to catch any tears. the sound of footsteps has them looking towards the doorway, heart rate spiking despite knowing the hunters are gone. “ sheesh, i nearly gave myself a heart attack, ” they joke. “ good to see you, though. how have you been ? ” the answer is probably bad, they doubt anyone has had a good day, but it never hurts to ask.

[writtcn]

aphelion books, ft. matty ( @blednoir )

it's a relatively normal, peaceful day at the bookshop, customers coming and going throughout the day while ravi sits at their desk doing admin work. the bell rings above the door, and they glance up. “ hi matty, ” ravi says, “ looking for anything in particular, or did you just come in to say hi ? ” probably the former, with the way the town is at the moment — lots of people are looking for information to explain what's going on — but ravi can dream. “ 'cause i got a new record the other day, and i think you'd like it. ” they know matty prefers live music — have had arguments about it before — but this one's a real banger, and they're hopeful it might get her to acknowledge that pre-recorded music can be just as good.

[writtcn]

hallowed grounds, ft. divya irmadi ( @avdaciter )

“ look, i'm just saying, ” ravi says, “ if people are gonna shit-talk a firefighter, maybe they deserve to experience some arson. ” they're sitting at a table in the coffee shop, drinks and snacks on the table, passionately explaining to their dear friend why they should be allowed to burn down the homes of those who contemplate rudeness towards an essential worker. quietly, of course, so as not to draw ire or concerned expressions from the other patrons. “ c'mon, just let me at them. ”

[writtcn]

potion and pentacle, ft. charvitha raavi ( @mystvcs )

aravis usually prefers mundane solutions to their problems — more reliable, more repeatable, and less likely to get you cursed by accident — but unfortunately, there are some issues they find themself still turning to magic for. which is why they are here, standing in potion & pentacle with absolutely no clue what the thing they're after would look like.

“ i'm after something that can fireproof clothes, ” they say, giving in and accepting that they'll need help to find anything. “ do you guys sell anything like that ? ”

[writtcn]

aphelion books, ft. utp ( @fatestln )

the sound of the door opening and closing, and the doorbell hung above it ringing softly, jerks ravi out of their thoughts where they sit behind the counter. it's been a slow day thus far, and so they have retreated to a comfortable chair where they can contemplate life and read their latest acquisitions, a couple of rare books they heard of over a century ago but never got the chance to read. “ morning, ” they say, “ let me know if you're looking for anything in particular, the shop's a bit of a mess at the moment. ”