trigons_child: (Comic Scan: Confused)
Raven teleported into her room with fwhomp of displaced air. She looked decidedly thinner than she had when she'd left, since food hadn't exactly been plentiful in Azarath's ruins, and she was looking forward to actually sleeping that night on a real bed.

She hung up her cloak, frowning at the tears in it -- she'd have to mend those -- then turned and spotted the doll sitting on that very bed she wanted to drop herself on to. For a moment she thought someone had come into her room and left a gift, a joke perhaps, a doll the opposite of herself, but there was just something about its white-eyed stare that made her uncomfortable. Still, she didn't want to be rude and simply throw it out, so she gingerly picked it up and placed it on the empty second bed in the room.

And then grabbed her cloak again and threw it over it because creepy.

When she'd settled on her bed and picked up her phone to check for any messages, she glanced up to see the doll was back on her bed, silently staring. She didn't jump or shriek despite being startled, but cautiously bent down towards it. "Hello?" she said. "I apologize for moving you and placing my cloak over you. I thought you were merely a doll. Are you a student? Have you been assigned to be my new roommate?" Hey, it was Fandom, stranger things had happened.

The doll offered no answer and just continued to stare unblinking. "I am Raven," Raven said, still puzzling over this. "This is my bed, but if you have some preference for this side of the room I would not be adverse to switching." Still no answer, other than the shiver the doll was sending down her spine.

After a moment she got up and moved away, though the doll's eyes seemed to follow her. She couldn't sense true life, but it was animate. Perhaps she'd go down to the office for answers soon, but for the moment she was keeping a wary eye on the doll. And cracking open the door for a quick escape if necessary.


[Le post and le door are le open. Still not 100% but I desperately need a distraction from the horror that is my job at the moment. Fucking flowers.]
trigons_child: (Studying you)
Raven had been studying in her room when the onions appeared. She eyed them warily at first, remembering when carnivorous vegetables had attacked the island, but these were content to just hurl their taunts, doing their best to cause her emotional distress. But she'd been meditating a great deal since speaking with Professor Sherlock, and her control over her emotions at the moment was strong.

"That is not very nice of you to attempt to insult me," she chided the onions.

"What do you know about nice?" one onion piped up. "You're a demon. You're evil."

"And you appear to be suffering from some sort of inferiority complex that has made you create the defense of belittling others in order to make yourselves feel better," Raven said. "Please, let me help you instead."

An hour later, the onions were weeping themselves about how people were always asking to hold them on their burgers or picking them off their pizzas and how unloved and unwanted that made them feel. Raven assured them that some people absolutely loved onions, and they should embrace that rather than the dislike of a minority. She praised them for being a plant that was entirely edible and pointed out how almost every culture in the world used onions in so many different forms, including medicinal purposes.

Feeling much better after a good cry, the onions thanked her for listening to them and making them feel so much better about themselves. She sent them on their way, telling them she hoped they would retain this new-found self-esteem and help their fellow onions as well.
 
trigons_child: (Studying you)
Raven had been studying in her room when the onions appeared. She eyed them warily at first, remembering when carnivorous vegetables had attacked the island, but these were content to just hurl their taunts, doing their best to cause her emotional distress. But she'd been meditating a great deal since speaking with Professor Sherlock, and her control over her emotions at the moment was strong.

"That is not very nice of you to attempt to insult me," she chided the onions.

"What do you know about nice?" one onion piped up. "You're a demon. You're evil."

"And you appear to be suffering from some sort of inferiority complex that has made you create the defense of belittling others in order to make yourselves feel better," Raven said. "Please, let me help you instead."

An hour later, the onions were weeping themselves about how people were always asking to hold them on their burgers or picking them off their pizzas and how unloved and unwanted that made them feel. Raven assured them that some people absolutely loved onions, and they should embrace that rather than the dislike of a minority. She praised them for being a plant that was entirely edible and pointed out how almost every culture in the world used onions in so many different forms, including medicinal purposes.

Feeling much better after a good cry, the onions thanked her for listening to them and making them feel so much better about themselves. She sent them on their way, telling them she hoped they would retain this new-found self-esteem and help their fellow onions as well.
 
trigons_child: (Soul-Self Absorbing)
Raven didn't have classes today, so she decided to go out for a walk in the park to enjoy the morning.

She felt the mindless rage and hunger a second before the flying fish came at her. It latched on to her shoulder, biting deep into her flesh. She stumbled to her knees with a cry of pain, trying to push the piranha off her, and at the same time drawing its aggression into herself. The piranha released her, flitting off to inspect a wary sparrow. It might have wanted to make friends.

Raven pressed her hand to her shoulder, healing the bite wound, staring at the tamed piranha and wondering what to do about it. Its aggression would likely return, so she couldn't just leave it. And then she sensed more coming at her, at least a dozen. This time she was prepared and summoned up her Soul-Self, sweeping the fish, including the first one, into the netherverse. Pity she didn't realize that devoid of their target, the piranha would soon turn on each other. Or maybe the giant lizard.

She reached out with her gifts, sensing more aggression and hunger around the island. Obviously, this attack was not isolated. The pleasant morning was over, so she turned to head back to the dorms to alert the school if word had not already reached it.

[ooc: YES I AM A DORK SHUT UP. Also, open if you want to run into her on the way back.]
 
trigons_child: (Soul-Self Absorbing)
Raven didn't have classes today, so she decided to go out for a walk in the park to enjoy the morning.

She felt the mindless rage and hunger a second before the flying fish came at her. It latched on to her shoulder, biting deep into her flesh. She stumbled to her knees with a cry of pain, trying to push the piranha off her, and at the same time drawing its aggression into herself. The piranha released her, flitting off to inspect a wary sparrow. It might have wanted to make friends.

Raven pressed her hand to her shoulder, healing the bite wound, staring at the tamed piranha and wondering what to do about it. Its aggression would likely return, so she couldn't just leave it. And then she sensed more coming at her, at least a dozen. This time she was prepared and summoned up her Soul-Self, sweeping the fish, including the first one, into the netherverse. Pity she didn't realize that devoid of their target, the piranha would soon turn on each other. Or maybe the giant lizard.

She reached out with her gifts, sensing more aggression and hunger around the island. Obviously, this attack was not isolated. The pleasant morning was over, so she turned to head back to the dorms to alert the school if word had not already reached it.

[ooc: YES I AM A DORK SHUT UP. Also, open if you want to run into her on the way back.]
 
trigons_child: (Interested)
Raven had rested in her room at the dorms for a short time until she felt strong enough to make the walk back to the campsite. The healing had taken a lot of out of her, and the pain was still working its way out of her system, but she didn't care. The weather was warm and pleasant and if she were any more giddy with joy she would've been singing to the forest animals.

The walk took her longer than normal (in part because she was still so drained, but also because she had to pause and smile at every flower and every butterfly and every woodland creature she saw), and when she reached her cabin, she was tired enough again that she just settled on one of the couches of the common area, happy enough to just sit there and bask in the afterglow, absolutely radiant with joy.


[OOC: Open for cabin mates or visitors!]
trigons_child: (Interested)
Raven had rested in her room at the dorms for a short time until she felt strong enough to make the walk back to the campsite. The healing had taken a lot of out of her, and the pain was still working its way out of her system, but she didn't care. The weather was warm and pleasant and if she were any more giddy with joy she would've been singing to the forest animals.

The walk took her longer than normal (in part because she was still so drained, but also because she had to pause and smile at every flower and every butterfly and every woodland creature she saw), and when she reached her cabin, she was tired enough again that she just settled on one of the couches of the common area, happy enough to just sit there and bask in the afterglow, absolutely radiant with joy.


[OOC: Open for cabin mates or visitors!]
trigons_child: (Not pleased)
Raven was frowning at her laptop, trying to figure out why the people in this strange online forum were so passionate about the fictional characters of Rumor Gal to the extent that they seemed to sincerely want one of them to "die in a fire" (she had to look up with DIAF meant, and while she agreed that she did not like the character, wishing such harm upon her seemed very extreme) when she heard the skittering noise along with a sudden looming sense of mindless rage. She quickly set aside the laptop and looked around to find the source. In the entrance to her alcove was a crumpled pair of pants that most certainly did not belong to her, for all of her clothes were always clean and mended and neatly folded (of course), but surely that could not be what she sensed.

Then the pants moved, rearing up and lurching toward her and radiating the desire to inflict pain. "I have done nothing to harm you," Raven said, staring at it. "Why do you wish to hurt me?" The pants did not reply and continued to inch closer. "Very well," Raven sighed and reached out with her gifts to take from it its anger, and for a moment as the rage became hers, she understood the source. This poor pair of pants wanted nothing more than to be worn and fit snugly yet comfortably around the hips and thighs of its owner (Raven hastily avoided dwelling on those somewhat amorous feelings, lest she be overcome and filled with the urge to find the owner of the pants and hug them around the waist), but had been abandoned, dirty and wrinkled, in a corner for over a week now.

The pants deflated as the rage left them, and Raven stood up to walk over to them and gingerly pick them up, holding them at arm's length. She peered out into the common area of the cabin and found a convenient tub of soapy water there. After dunking the pants in and scrubbing them until she was certain they were clean, she left them to dry over the back of a chair with a note that read "To whomever these pants belong, they are very sad they have not been able to be worn and angry at being left alone and dirty. Please treat your clothing better in the future, for these feelings caused them to almost attack me. ~ Raven"

[OOC: open if you want to poke the empath or claim the pants. ;) ]
trigons_child: (Not pleased)
Raven was frowning at her laptop, trying to figure out why the people in this strange online forum were so passionate about the fictional characters of Rumor Gal to the extent that they seemed to sincerely want one of them to "die in a fire" (she had to look up with DIAF meant, and while she agreed that she did not like the character, wishing such harm upon her seemed very extreme) when she heard the skittering noise along with a sudden looming sense of mindless rage. She quickly set aside the laptop and looked around to find the source. In the entrance to her alcove was a crumpled pair of pants that most certainly did not belong to her, for all of her clothes were always clean and mended and neatly folded (of course), but surely that could not be what she sensed.

Then the pants moved, rearing up and lurching toward her and radiating the desire to inflict pain. "I have done nothing to harm you," Raven said, staring at it. "Why do you wish to hurt me?" The pants did not reply and continued to inch closer. "Very well," Raven sighed and reached out with her gifts to take from it its anger, and for a moment as the rage became hers, she understood the source. This poor pair of pants wanted nothing more than to be worn and fit snugly yet comfortably around the hips and thighs of its owner (Raven hastily avoided dwelling on those somewhat amorous feelings, lest she be overcome and filled with the urge to find the owner of the pants and hug them around the waist), but had been abandoned, dirty and wrinkled, in a corner for over a week now.

The pants deflated as the rage left them, and Raven stood up to walk over to them and gingerly pick them up, holding them at arm's length. She peered out into the common area of the cabin and found a convenient tub of soapy water there. After dunking the pants in and scrubbing them until she was certain they were clean, she left them to dry over the back of a chair with a note that read "To whomever these pants belong, they are very sad they have not been able to be worn and angry at being left alone and dirty. Please treat your clothing better in the future, for these feelings caused them to almost attack me. ~ Raven"

[OOC: open if you want to poke the empath or claim the pants. ;) ]

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