In comparison to humans and most other mammals, even the most fragile of Raevans have a tough skin in comparison; being born from magic and science does have its perks, after all. Other than supernatural powers and the awesome ability to suspend in mid-air, another benefit to being a Raevan is an extremely long life: Raevans hardly see a day in terms of their bodies aging. That being said, are you prepared to one day see your loved ones go?
“It is the nature of all things to eventually fall to time, and nothing, not even the tallest of mountains or the hardiest of creatures is immune to it. I do not try and worry myself about the natural order of things. It will be...sad, yes, to see those I care about me fade before I do, but that will not have made my time with them any less meaningful, and I believe they will not be truly gone when they pass.”
Growing up for a Raevan is hard, and even that’s an understatement: if you ask any of the Sigels alive today, they’d tell you that they went through hell and back when they transformed from a Frei to a Sigel. Hell, Lazarus lost his wings when he became a Valsaros! Knowing that, are you looking forward to growing up? Are you not; are you indifferent? What kind of challenges do you think you’ll face when you grow up, and do you think you’re prepared for them?
“Growth to me is exciting. The prospect of new beginnings and and new experiences is something I look forward to greatly. The...growth process with the Raevans, though. It’s very….abrupt? I always thought of growth as a gradual thing, I mean, yes, we still grow mentally, but physically? The idea of waking up one morning with more body than I went to sleep with is a bit unsettling, I’ll admit. It...it would be nice to have a complete body, despite the advantages that I have now. I suppose excited is a good word for it, but also...I don’t know. Worried? Afraid? Anxious? I worry about such a sudden change, and how I might change because of that, but I also look forward to it?
It’s conflicting, I don’t know what to expect, which is exciting in it’s own right, but I am not fond of sudden changes like that, really.
We will have to see how I feel when that happens, I guess.”
Lab 305 makes sure to prepare a lot of events throughout the year, whether it be for simple social gatherings, celebrations, for charity, or to fundraise. Say you were in charge of an event for Lab 305: what kind of event would you run? What would its purpose be, and what kind of activities would you want available at the event?
It had ostensibly started as a festival to celebrate Samhain and the turning of the seasons, but considering the time of the year it had slowly morphed into a Halloween party. And it seemed as time went on and more people heard about it, the larger it became. What had originally been planned was a small gathering of friends and family with the usual food and drink turned into a sprawling party including all of the usual Halloween festivities, though the star among them was the haunted house.
A sprawling maze of hallways full of twists and turns, scares and surprises greeting the guests around every corner and the air was full of screams and laughter. While the guests visited the other things available, tarot readings, pumpkin carving, bobbing for apples, more candy and booze than even a large group could reasonably get through, it was the haunted house that kept drawing them in. It wasn’t odd to see the same people go through it twice or even three times, the screams echoing out of the doors sounding as sincere as the first time.
It seemed as if someone was going through the house and changing it, for no two times were exactly the same, and it seemed as if no two people saw exactly the same thing either. And while a good portion of the monsters and effects were clearly the kind that were bought at the store or people dressed up in varying degrees of costumes, a few of the monsters were unsettlingly realistic.
Dair, unbeknownst to most of the party-goers, had thrown himself fully behind the idea of a haunted house and took it upon himself to make it as frightening as possible. He spent the night ghosting through the hallways, assimilating himself into the scenes of monsters and torment, making the once stiff and mechanical mannequins seem all too lifelike, making the soundtrack of creaking floorboards and howling wind seem that much more realistic, and making those poor lone stragglers sprint their way out into the open air, convinced they were being pursued by a faceless terror.
The night (in his opinion) was over too soon, the younger crowd dissipating as the hour grew later, the promise of wilder parties drawing the rest of the crowd away hours later. Those who remained agreed to return the next morning to pack up the larger equipment, only bringing the food and drink and computer equipment with them as they left in a crowd of yawns and excited chattering.
The last person out, having to run back to grab some forgotten item, paused in their steps, turning slowly to face the haunted house as they heard ghostly noises drift from it, a soft, taunting noise that sent a shiver down their spine as they remembered that the sound equipment had been unplugged and taken away.
Their footsteps were much faster as they hurried to catch up with the rest of the group, missing the figure that drifted out of the haunted house’s door, a floating torso accompanied by an otherworldly glow who watched the departing party-goers with an amused smile.
