| OOM: In the Summer Country (Merriman and Will) |
[Feb. 4th, 2007|10:26 pm] |
The Summer Country is most often a quiet place, and static in ways that Raven does not quite like.
They make him itch.
Also, times being what they are, it is not so well-balanced a land, either.
This is probably why Raven's arrival is not so secret a thing as he had intended, perhaps.
The Wild does not hide so well when the High Magic itself is ragged and tattered.
It is a pity. |
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| OOM: In the Summer Country (Bran) |
[Feb. 4th, 2007|10:21 pm] |
It did not take so long to find Moiraine's room and drop off the slippers.
Hopefully she is fond of leopard-print.
And now, of course, it is time to visit another of his kin.
Bran is often very good company.
Though perhaps being Regent is a very different thing from being a university student.
Or a harpist.
Perhaps. |
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| OOM: In the Summer Country (Moiraine) |
[Feb. 4th, 2007|10:18 pm] |
It is not so bad a country, perhaps, though it is a kind of static that makes Raven's head itch.
Still.
Hopefully Moiraine will appreciate the slippers he left on her bed.
They are very comfortable, and fuzzy, and blue.
Also shaped like bunnies. She forgot them when she left.
It is a pity.
They would have been keeping her feet very warm in this drafty castle.
Like Raven's boots, as they click against the stone floors as he goes in search of the Aes Sedai. |
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| OOM: Sometimes, Raven is a little less than kin and more than kind |
[Jan. 9th, 2007|02:02 am] |
Raven is, perhaps, often found in the rafters.
It allows him to see much.
He is a curious bird, after all.
And sometimes--sometimes hurt is not particularly instructive.
Which might be why he is waiting for Moiraine as she reaches the first landing on the stairs.
Hopefully she is of a mind to notice him before she hits his chest face-first. |
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| Upstairs |
[Sep. 27th, 2006|12:45 am] |
Raven is sleeping.
It is a thing that happens, on occasion.
Usually, however, with fewer crumbs.
And no hot chocolate.
Perhaps he is not really sleeping. |
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[May. 22nd, 2006|11:55 pm] |
It is a rather pleasant day, all things considered, and Raven is amusing himself by sprawling comfortably on a rock by the lake.
He leans back on his elbows, looking up at the sky.
His feet are bare.
There is a plate of cookies resting at the base of the rock, but no milk.
Raven does not trust himself not to spill it. |
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[Nov. 30th, 2005|12:26 am] |
Raven's room is dark and still.
There is a pair of boots by the door, and a pair of socks on the back of the chair. There is a dreamcatcher tossed, perhaps haphazardly, perhaps not, onto the chair.
On the dresser, a stuffed chibi!Nyarlathotep sits in all its red-glittered glory.
There are no mice.
Though Raven is stirring, faintly. |
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| OOM: In Raven's room |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|12:27 am] |
There is a sparkly perch in the corner.
Raven is sitting on it, sleeping.
All is peaceful.
You can practically feel the quiet. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2005|01:51 am] |
Long after Raven has finished his cigarette, he returns to his room.
It should be a quiet space.
Things should be messy, but just as he left them.
Instead, there is the sound of breathing, and a pyro/cheetah curled in the middle of his bed.
He is less surprised than he should be.
"Ace."
She can probably hear the smile in his voice. |
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| OOM: In Raven's room |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|12:33 am] |
It takes Raven a long time to climb the stairs, even with Ace's aid.
He leans against the wall as she opens the door, and almost trips over a chair on his way to the bed.
Then he stands there, staring idly at the blankets, one finger rubbbing back and forth over the material. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2005|11:59 am] |
Outside the bar, there is a lake.
Beside the lake, there is a tree.
Under the tree there is a bird.
No, wait, he's a man.
Well, he looks like one, at the moment.
He is sleeping.
Shhh. |
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| OOM: Inna Forest |
[Oct. 9th, 2005|07:59 pm] |
Near the edge of the forest, almost-but-not-quite just past the lake, there is a tree.
It looks like all the other trees, really, the leafy ones, at any rate.
It's only distinguishing feature is the lump of black feathers perched rather precariously on the lowest branch.
It looks like the bird is sleeping.
This may be true.
Sometimes he pretends. |
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[Oct. 8th, 2005|10:48 pm] |
Raven takes one step forward, and finds himself in what appears to be an engine room.
Well, it has a lot of machinery, anyway, thought it is less than sparkling clean.
Demolished is a good word.
But it seems to be the right place.
He can feel it, somewhere, like an itch at the back of his head. |
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| OOM: Out by the lake, in the morning |
[Sep. 12th, 2005|02:53 pm] |
Raven has always enjoyed mornings. Moreso when the cousins are not so overwhelmingly in evidence--it is this factor which makes Milliways a particularly pleasant place, some of the time.
The lake is fairly still, and Raven absorbs himself in watching the patterns the water makes; they are subtle things, but pretty. One hand toys idly with the grass, pressing it flat and then coaxing it upright. He plucks a few blades and begins to plait them, fingers quick and efficient.
And then, in the back of his head, something begins to itch.
He frowns, blinking hard in an effort to ease it.
This doesn't work.
A few minutes later it has moved beyond itching; something now tugs at the inside of his head. It is not a pleasant sensation. He stiffens, catching on to the tugging feeling and following it back back back and away.
He raises one eyebrow, faintly, as he realizes who is on the other end.
"It is not who I would have expected, I do not think. Surprising, and perhaps troublesome." His voice is soft, and oddly unconcerned.
He takes a tangle of thread from his pocket, and begins weaving a complicated knot. He frowns, as he does so, chanting lightly. The motions of his hands get slower, and he appears to almost be fighting to get his fingers to move. Strain shows in his face, and something like sweat beads a little on his upper lip, and along his hairline.
And then the building Power in the air snaps, a little, and in front of him appears an apartment, and two women. One of them is well-known, the other only vaguely familiar, in some indescribable way.
Raven exhales in relief, and steps through.
Several moments later, the portal closes behind him. |
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| OOM: In Coyote's Arizona |
[Aug. 5th, 2005|10:20 pm] |
The night is clear, headed towards pleasantly cool, and the stars are very bright. Two figures on a motorcycle can be seen speeding through the desert, purposefully heading someplace. They'll know it when they get there.
It is possible that Raven is in love with Coyote's motorcycle. Speed without wings is not so bad a thing, really. And the desert is beautiful at night, even as a blur in the corners of his eyes.
He laughs--a purely joyful sound that is muffled, somewhat, by the helmet that he wears. |
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| After Oberon's defeat |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|07:54 pm] |
[Monday, July 25, after Oberon]
It is a fairly small thing to slip quietly through the bar and up the stairs. Simpler still to open the door to his room and lock it behind him.
The complication comes in deciding what to do next. Raven stands, for a moment, blinking at chair blocking his way to the bed.
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He shakes his head, and pushes it to the side instead, taking several more steps into the room. He toes off his shoes and picks them up, then sets them aflame. He repeats the process with his jeans, and his underthings, and his shirt.
The coat, with its faint patterns of old blood and even fainter scent of burnt flesh, he keeps, laying it over the back of the chair.
He stretches, rubs at the back of his neck, and steps into the shower. He blinks at the sudden onrush of cold water, and tamps down his reflexive summoning of Power. It hurts, a bit, and he shivers. It is not entirely unpleasant, and he laughs, tiredly. He scrubs a hand over his face, then tilts his head into the spray.
Long minutes later, he turns the water to warm. After another stretch of time, he steps out of the shower.
It is the work of a moment to pull a new set of clothing from the chest of drawers, though as he does so, he notices that his nail polish is chipped. He blinks at it for a moment, then smiles, very slightly. With the barest exercise of will, and a soft hum, the polish is once more perfect. It will remain so for several more days, at least.
Raven looks at it a moment more, then shakes his head, again, and goes to sleep.
If he wakes up in the middle of the night, shifts to raven-shape, and sleeps on the perch Ace gifted him with, it is no one’s business but his own. |
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[Jul. 15th, 2005|10:30 pm] |
[Millitimed to the morning of July 19]
Inside Raven's room, all is quiet.
There is a dark coat slung over a chair, which itself is sitting in a haphazard fashion in the middle of the floor. A pair of boots rests by the door, and a scattering of shiny bits and pieces is strewn on the dresser.
On the bed, Raven is sleeping, one hand flung above his head. One of his feet hangs off the side of the bed, bare toes peeking out from under the covers. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2005|02:23 pm] |
Raven is seated, crosslegged, on the floor. There is a large chunk of fine clay beside him, as well as a putty knife, and several other instruments.
Incense is burning, and he has laid patterned ribbons in a neat star shape around him.
He is waiting for aid.
This is as far as he can go alone. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2005|11:08 pm] |
There is a particular clearing that Raven is looking for--one that has already been partially destroyed by power. It is familiar to him, in a way, and as close to home ground as he will get, in this place.
He settles to earth, shifts to man shape, and pulls a tangle of silk threads out of his pocket.
He waits for Oberon to come to him. |
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| Charms |
[Jun. 21st, 2005|08:46 am] |
It is a very good thing that Raven does not need to sleep.
He spends the night stitching patterns into leather armbands--blue for deflection, and yellow for luck. It is painstaking work, but necessary.
When that is done, he sharpens his knives. These, too, may be necessary. He finds himself hoping that they are. |
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