trigons_child: (Feeling lost)
Raven thought she didn't have any guests at graduation (though she had hoped a little that her mother would appear). It was a relief, since everyone else related to her tended to be evil, and since her dream about her brothers and her brush with her father, she'd felt especially wary.

After the ceremony, she'd wandered away to town and the park, seeking a relief from the strong emotions around her. The Pride was delicious, too much so, and she needed a break from it as well as all the anxieties about the future and happiness and love from visitors. That last she may have been a tiny bit envious of as well.

It felt good to relax, both her shields and herself, and she looked up at the night sky, wishing the clouds weren't in the way so she could see the stars.

The moment of peace wasn't going to last. )
trigons_child: (Meditating)
Not having a roommate meant Raven had plenty of room. She was taking advantage of that now, laying out a circle of candles and sweet-smelling incense (frangipani was her favorite) on the floor. It was a daily ritual, and she meant to relax herself and still her mind before watching Rumor Gal tonight. Though, on second thought, since she didn't approve of one of the current plotlines, meditating after might have been a better idea because she'd be irrationally irritated, no doubt.

At least she admitted it was entirely irrational to care about the love lives of fictional characters?

She settled cross-legged in the middle of the circle and closed her eyes. )

[For one at first, though if anyone wants to hear the commotion and react after, feel free. :) ]
trigons_child: (Eyes closed profile)
Raven was trying to meditate. She needed to rest her body after being afraid to sleep again the night before (Bobby's birthday present was coming in very handy these days), but after an an unsettling phone call, and then snarling back an answer, she was too on edge to relax at all. (The following phone calls really didn't help, either.)

Meditation wasn't working. Boosts to her shielding only helped for a short time before they weakened against her father's power again. Being with friends helped a great deal, but she was beginning to accept she was putting them in danger with her presence. Trigon could act against them through her -- he'd proven that last night when she'd ended up at Max's house -- and she couldn't bear to think of causing them harm.

Agitated, she began to pace. She didn't want to leave Fandom, but how could she stay now?


[ooc: door is closed, post is open, but I may be slow at times due to the #@&*^% flowers.]
trigons_child: (Default)
Raven was trying to meditate. She needed to rest her body after being afraid to sleep again the night before (Bobby's birthday present was coming in very handy these days), but after an an unsettling phone call, and then snarling back an answer, she was too on edge to relax at all. (The following phone calls really didn't help, either.)

Meditation wasn't working. Boosts to her shielding only helped for a short time before they weakened against her father's power again. Being with friends helped a great deal, but she was beginning to accept she was putting them in danger with her presence. Trigon could act against them through her -- he'd proven that last night when she'd ended up at Max's house -- and she couldn't bear to think of causing them harm.

Agitated, she began to pace. She didn't want to leave Fandom, but how could she stay now?


[ooc: door is closed, post is open, but I may be slow at times due to the #@&*^% flowers.]
trigons_child: (Brooding B&W)
Raven huddled on a rocky spire in the netherverse, head bowed as she fought for control of herself. The skies were an angry red and purple instead of black now, and lightning streaked across them. Her behavior in Special Collections the day before sickened her, as did her reaction when Jono had touched her in the library. Trigon's whispers were becoming stronger and stronger, and it was all she could do to resist the pull of his evil. She'd retreated within herself to try to find some peace and regain control before she hurt someone. It pained her that she could do nothing more to aid in finding Karla and the others, but right now she was more of a hindrance than a help.

"Why have you done this to me, Azar?" she whispered. "Surely before you perished you had to know the suffering I would endure. You had to know the changes that would befall me. I feel hate now. Azar, I feel the urge to kill! You taught me that pacifism was strength, not weakness. But you were wrong, Azar -- wrong! I feel my father's evil growing within me and I am frightened by my new thoughts. Thoughts of death! Thoughts of decay! Thoughts of power! And I am frightened by these thoughts not because I have them...but because I relish them!"

She couldn't hold back her tears anymore. "Help me, Azar," she begged. "I desperately wish to stand beside my friends at their moment of need, yet because of what I am becoming, I cannot. Give me comfort, Azar, or damn me to hell. I cannot abide what I have become!

Silence was her only answer, aside from the rumble of thunder. Or was that her father's laughter? She kept trying, however. She was going to remain here for quite some time until she felt in control of herself enough to return to Fandom.


[ooc: NFB, NFI, warnings for melodramtic canon. I tone it down, people. I TONE IT DOWN.]
trigons_child: (Default)
Raven huddled on a rocky spire in the netherverse, head bowed as she fought for control of herself. The skies were an angry red and purple instead of black now, and lightning streaked across them. Her behavior in Special Collections the day before sickened her, as did her reaction when Jono had touched her in the library. Trigon's whispers were becoming stronger and stronger, and it was all she could do to resist the pull of his evil. She'd retreated within herself to try to find some peace and regain control before she hurt someone. It pained her that she could do nothing more to aid in finding Karla and the others, but right now she was more of a hindrance than a help.

"Why have you done this to me, Azar?" she whispered. "Surely before you perished you had to know the suffering I would endure. You had to know the changes that would befall me. I feel hate now. Azar, I feel the urge to kill! You taught me that pacifism was strength, not weakness. But you were wrong, Azar -- wrong! I feel my father's evil growing within me and I am frightened by my new thoughts. Thoughts of death! Thoughts of decay! Thoughts of power! And I am frightened by these thoughts not because I have them...but because I relish them!"

She couldn't hold back her tears anymore. "Help me, Azar," she begged. "I desperately wish to stand beside my friends at their moment of need, yet because of what I am becoming, I cannot. Give me comfort, Azar, or damn me to hell. I cannot abide what I have become!

Silence was her only answer, aside from the rumble of thunder. Or was that her father's laughter? She kept trying, however. She was going to remain here for quite some time until she felt in control of herself enough to return to Fandom.


[ooc: NFB, NFI, warnings for melodramtic canon. I tone it down, people. I TONE IT DOWN.]
trigons_child: (Meditating)
Raven's evening had gone from good to bad quickly. First there had been snuggling with Andy and watching TV, but not long after she had met a boy who knew who she was...who her father was...and who claimed she had attacked her friends in the future. Her heart raced as she tried to reign in her fear and distress before it overwhelmed her. The boy wasn't necessarily from the exact same world as her. That Raven might not be her. That fate was not hers. She chose her own path, and that path would never include causing harm to her friends.

She kept telling herself that over and over again, but somehow it wasn't making her feel any better. (It didn't help that she was picking up on massive amounts of emo nearby, but she was too distressed to investigate.)


[Mostly establishy, but the door is knockable if someone wants to brave the emo. ;) ]
trigons_child: (Meditating)
Raven's evening had gone from good to bad quickly. First there had been snuggling with Andy and watching TV, but not long after she had met a boy who knew who she was...who her father was...and who claimed she had attacked her friends in the future. Her heart raced as she tried to reign in her fear and distress before it overwhelmed her. The boy wasn't necessarily from the exact same world as her. That Raven might not be her. That fate was not hers. She chose her own path, and that path would never include causing harm to her friends.

She kept telling herself that over and over again, but somehow it wasn't making her feel any better. (It didn't help that she was picking up on massive amounts of emo nearby, but she was too distressed to investigate.)


[Mostly establishy, but the door is knockable if someone wants to brave the emo. ;) ]
trigons_child: (Sleeping)
In the small alcove she called home for now, Raven tossed and turned in her sleep, caught in another nightmare.

She fled from her father, scrambling to scale the rocks around her. Risking a glance over her shoulder, she saw Trigon, red-skinned and terrible, over a hundred feet tall, standing laughing among the lightning-drenched cosmos. He raised his staff, bringing it down upon the rocky bridge where Raven crouched, shattering the stone so that she began to fall.

"Trigon, why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to kill your daughter?" Raven pleaded as she plummeted through the skies. "Don't you understand, I am part of you! And you are a part of me that I have spent a lifetime trying to submerge. Speak to me, Trigon! Why do you want to kill your only living child?"

Something broke her fall -- a giant hand. It belonged to her human mother, Arella, who somehow was as large as Trigon now. "My daughter, you will not die. I will not permit it," she said soothingly.

"Mother?!" Raven cried, scrambling to rise to her knees upon her mother's palm, reaching up to her. "Thank Azar! He wants me dead!"

"No, my loving Raven, not dead," Arella said. "He simply wants that part of your soul that is rightfully his. And I fear, my child, that not one of us can stop him." She began to laugh, though it sounded much like Trigon's laugh, as the flesh of her face began to melt away, turning her head into a grinning skull.

"No! No! Mother, not you!" Raven said as the monstrous vision of her mother turned her hand and dropped Raven through the air once again. She managed to catch hold of a rocky ledge, stopping her fall for now. Her father drew closer. "There is no way to resist him, and yet, how can I let him claim my soul?" she said. "Once Trigon possesses me, his power will be infinite! He will be complete again -- whole again! No! I must fight him with ever fibre of my being!"

Her Soul-Self, in the form of a giant shadowy raven, rose from her body and flew toward Trigon. "Let my Soul-Self fly free and let his own power be his undoing!" Raven vowed, willing it to envelop his father. "I resist you, Father, and even more, I will defeat you!"

Trigon's laughter continued to echo across the skies, even as Raven's Soul-Self began to shudder and change. It glowed red and gold, taking on the shape of her father, then shattered into thousands of pieces.

Raven screamed in agony and fear. "No! Azar, no!"
She bolted upright on her bed, still screaming.


[OOC: Ripped straight from canon, complete with bonus comic scans! Because I'm a dork like that. Posted early so I don't space on it in the morning; open to cabinmates or anyone who might be passing by and is so inclined to charge in upon hearing the screams. Aaaaaand since she's liable to be projecting a bit, anyone nearby who's psi-sensitive or telepathic who wants to get a head full of of random pain/fear, feel free. If you want to feel something more specific, drop me an email. This OOC note is getting as long as the dream itself. It started out as Hogwarts now it's Lord of the Flies.]
trigons_child: (Sleeping)
In the small alcove she called home for now, Raven tossed and turned in her sleep, caught in another nightmare.

She fled from her father, scrambling to scale the rocks around her. Risking a glance over her shoulder, she saw Trigon, red-skinned and terrible, over a hundred feet tall, standing laughing among the lightning-drenched cosmos. He raised his staff, bringing it down upon the rocky bridge where Raven crouched, shattering the stone so that she began to fall.

"Trigon, why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to kill your daughter?" Raven pleaded as she plummeted through the skies. "Don't you understand, I am part of you! And you are a part of me that I have spent a lifetime trying to submerge. Speak to me, Trigon! Why do you want to kill your only living child?"

Something broke her fall -- a giant hand. It belonged to her human mother, Arella, who somehow was as large as Trigon now. "My daughter, you will not die. I will not permit it," she said soothingly.

"Mother?!" Raven cried, scrambling to rise to her knees upon her mother's palm, reaching up to her. "Thank Azar! He wants me dead!"

"No, my loving Raven, not dead," Arella said. "He simply wants that part of your soul that is rightfully his. And I fear, my child, that not one of us can stop him." She began to laugh, though it sounded much like Trigon's laugh, as the flesh of her face began to melt away, turning her head into a grinning skull.

"No! No! Mother, not you!" Raven said as the monstrous vision of her mother turned her hand and dropped Raven through the air once again. She managed to catch hold of a rocky ledge, stopping her fall for now. Her father drew closer. "There is no way to resist him, and yet, how can I let him claim my soul?" she said. "Once Trigon possesses me, his power will be infinite! He will be complete again -- whole again! No! I must fight him with ever fibre of my being!"

Her Soul-Self, in the form of a giant shadowy raven, rose from her body and flew toward Trigon. "Let my Soul-Self fly free and let his own power be his undoing!" Raven vowed, willing it to envelop his father. "I resist you, Father, and even more, I will defeat you!"

Trigon's laughter continued to echo across the skies, even as Raven's Soul-Self began to shudder and change. It glowed red and gold, taking on the shape of her father, then shattered into thousands of pieces.

Raven screamed in agony and fear. "No! Azar, no!"
She bolted upright on her bed, still screaming.


[OOC: Ripped straight from canon, complete with bonus comic scans! Because I'm a dork like that. Posted early so I don't space on it in the morning; open to cabinmates or anyone who might be passing by and is so inclined to charge in upon hearing the screams. Aaaaaand since she's liable to be projecting a bit, anyone nearby who's psi-sensitive or telepathic who wants to get a head full of of random pain/fear, feel free. If you want to feel something more specific, drop me an email. This OOC note is getting as long as the dream itself. It started out as Hogwarts now it's Lord of the Flies.]

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