Raven

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.]

Raven had quietly left Fandom on Sunday, just needing to put some distance between her and what had happened at 'Dite's. She decided to visit Gotham, the city her mother had once called home, because as a connection to her mother, it was a connection to her humanity, something she sorely needed to remind herself of.

She spent a few days just familiarizing herself with the city. She was almost temped to seek out her human grandparents, but from what little Arella had told her, she knew that would probably be an unpleasant encounter.

Late Wednesday evening she found herself drawn to a quiet church. The pews were empty, and the door was been locked. But sealed portals were no barrier to her dimension-traveling powers. She wanted to be alone, to think and contemplate who she was, and even more so, why she was. And this church, although alien to the one she was raised in the dimension-tossed land of Azarath, was still a place conducive to such thought and to such prayer.

( It wouldn't last. )

[OOC: Canon adapted from The New Teen Titans #30 and #31. In reality, Raven lost it on the Brotherhood and had to hug it out with Wonder Girl. Warnings for painful canon dialogue and text, really bad accents, and badly dressed villains. NFB and NFI due to distance, but OOC is always welcome.]
 

Raven was standing outside Hoshi's door, knocking as politely (yet frantically) as she could. She was desperately in need of help, and only Hoshi could provide it. She hoped.


[ooc: for the person on the other side of the door, but hey, it's a free hallway. Also. Umm. May be vague Gossip Girl spoilers in comments. SHUT UP. It's CANON.]