Nicholas Reeve

Birthday: April 2
Astrology Sign: Taurus
Soul Arcana: Temperance
Unlucky Arcana: The High Priestess , The Devil, The Empress & The Lovers
String Color: █ [#2A884B]

Friendly, slightly sarcastic guy who talks to ghosts. Kind of a derp, but can be pretty tenacious if you piss him off sufficiently. Otherwise tries to be diplomatic.

▶ [Slightly lanky, spiked hair, glasses. Think Phoenix Wright but slightly shorter and with normal eyebrows. Work clothing tends to be a white button-down shirt and slacks, tie optional, but he's actually a little more fashionable than indicated by his icons.]

▶ [Application]
▶ [HMD]
▶ [Inbox / Phone Post]
▶ [Permission Post]

Reserved for now. Will update properly later.

It seems like a fairly standard dream. No buildings seem to be where they ought to be, and all manner of odd events occur such that only can occur in dreams. Nick, for his own part, is talking to people he doesn't normally -- spirits, a few people from comics he read as a kid, etc.

To those with a great deal of experience in dreamwalking, something may seem a little off about it, though. Not something you can put your finger on, but the whole dream seems a little TOO perfectly dreamesque to be right. It's almost like the dream is being controlled DIRECTLY somehow...

Nick's been sitting at this coffee house for a bit, waiting for Mia to get here.  Frankly, he can't wait; as it turns out, there's a seat in the place that nobody ever sits in for some reason, and apparently the reason was "ghost sits here."  A ghost who seems more than content to lay out aaaaaall the problems he had in life, and how much living sucked, and how much being dead sucked.  By the time Mia gets here, Nick will be seriously reconsidering his policy on ghost dispersal, because whiners are whiners no matter WHAT state they're in.  (The fact that talking BACK to it would be a sign of insanity to most of the people in this place doesn't help his mood much.)

He makes a mental note to bring Edgeworth here later.