reverielogs | I'm gonna cast my trouble down in the deep blue sea (open)

» WHO? Raven Darkholme & you
» WHEN? Starting Mid-June through the end of the month
» WHERE? Deck 5 near Crew Quarters (for arrival), Chapel, various
» WHAT? Raven's arrival, and catch-all for the month of June
» WARNINGS? blood (gunshot wound), nothing else (will update as necessary)

a. crossroads

'We tried to save the world.'

[The voice makes Raven wince, it seems so loud- like she's rested her head right directly beside a set of concert speakers. She tries to move but her body feels like jello and then... her leg. The pain penetrates her muddled thoughts, yellow eyes fluttering open and hands going to reach for it. She doesn't find the bare blue scales she expects. Instead she's wearing a jumpsuit, the untreated bullet wound is bleeding red through the fabric. And a she's got on strange pair of boots?]

'I think we did the opposite.'

[The words cut through her thoughts again and Raven's eyes finally settle on the source. A small device laying right beside her head. She reaches for it, reading the text scrawled on its screen but it doesn't hold any more answers. 'Reverie Terminal'.

This has to be Trask's doing. He's captured her and this is all some sick joke. An experiment of some kind. Is this what the others went through before he tortured and murdered them? Why go to this kind of trouble? it doesn't make sense, but she doesn't know what to think right now. She forces herself to her feet, ignoring the protest of her injured calf. She needs to find a way out. She stumbles toward the first door she can find, searching for a way to open it, hand settling on a button and pressing it. Not that Raven expects she'll find a way out so easily. Still, tt's better than sitting around to await her fate.]

b. alone

[It takes a several days for Raven to accept that this isn't a trick of some kind. Erik's here. Charles too. And Hank. She's been avoiding all three of them ever since she found out they were here. There's too much pain there and she needs some distance. More distance than this space station could even provide.

Erik tried to kill her and that's not an easy thing to forgive even if his reasons for it may have been valid. Charles. That's a different matter. The drinking is problematic enough, his not having his powers and seeing just how broken he is... that's nearly unbearable. She feels guilty too, but she shoves that down, angry with him for even making her feel that way. Then there's Hank, who's been helping Charles through all of it, giving him the meds that kept his powers at bay. Raven doesn't want much to do with any of them at the moment.

Her leg is still injured and no amount of shape shifting is going to hide that, so Raven settles on not hiding herself, wearing the jumpsuit too. There would be less questions that way, she hopes. The only people she'd truly like to hide from would know it was her the moment she took a step. She may not trust anyone here, but they aren't openly hostile to her for how she looks. Which is a marked improvement to the usual.

There's only so long she can stay cooped up in her quarters, so eventually she ventures out to explore. She finds her way back to the observation deck on level 1, but staring at the space beyond is too much. A reminder of just how far from home she is. She stuck here, in the middle of nowhere. Would she ever find her way back? How many more mutants might Trask kill while she's stuck here? People she knows are here too, maybe that ought to be a comfort. Yet, instead, it only makes her feel more alone. They all still thought of her one way. As Raven or as Mystique. As though those two people were any different from one another. She didn't want any of their expectations. Not anymore.

Not wanting to look at the stars anymore, she stumbles off to an interior room from the observation deck, relived to find seating. Sitting down at the a bench near the wall, she takes stock. It's quiet in there, not very crowded. It's soothing and dark, almost meditative. The plants were a nice sight too. Raven's grateful to see anything other than sterile metal walls. It takes her a minute before realization sets in. This is a place or worship. A chapel. Her nose wrinkles a bit, but she doesn't leave. Perhaps at least she could have a moment to herself.]

c. wildcard!
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[Aymeric was honestly ashamed of his reaction. It wasn't as though unique or fantastical beings were uncommon in his world... only that he hadn't seen much of the world. It was a testament to his status as a member of a hitherto isolationist and relatively xenophobic nation.

He cleared his throat.]

Again, I must offer my deepest apologies. It was wholly unbecoming of me, and not mine intent to offend. Please - [He gestured to one of the pews - if they could be called such given their curvature around the circular room.] Don't let me ward you away.

[The way he talks makes her feel like shes been pulled back in time rather than forward. At least he's polite? She does her best to show him the same courtesy.] Thank you. Please, continue with what you were doing. I interrupted you.

[She steps further inside, her stride smaller than normal to cover up her limp. Her calf screams in protest with each step. When she sits down near the wall, she lets out a breath of relief.]

[Aymeric watched her stride, feeling a little lost. He was hardly sure of what he'd even been doing previously - praying to a goddess who might not even hear him given how far he was from their star?

As he stood there, feeling more than a little silly, he noticed the sigh of relief from Raven as she sat, and belatedly realized she'd not been walking quite right since she'd come in. Not normally one to keep prodding, concern won him over as he moved to sit beside her.]

Please - I meant to leave you alone, truly, but I noticed your gait. Are you injured?

[Raven's eyes pop open to peer back at the man. He's concerned for her. She doesn't know what to do with concern, sympathy had always been something she'd never quite known how to handle.]

I am. But I'll be fine. I've... gotten it treated.

[Her yellow eyes contrasting with her blue skin are still a sight to get used to, but at least she didn't seem to be angry with him. And Aymeric had no reason to disbelieve her about treatment, though he wondered still if she was truly okay.]

Perhaps I could find you a cane? I'm still unsure of what materials we have here, given I've only just been brought here recently, but a length of wood or steel can't be difficult to find.

[A cane? She tries her best not to wrinkle her nose. It's probably a sensible idea, consider she's currently healing from a bullet wound, however Raven's stubborn.] No, thank you. I'll be alright. I heal pretty quickly.

[Just not as quickly as she'd like.]

[Aymeric recognized the stubbornness, though he felt he could have easily been projecting it, given how often he put on a brave face even while recovering from even the gravest of injuries. How often he'd been chastised for it; would it be his place to chastise now?

He frowned. Likely not... not directly, anyway.]

I've walked away from a knife thrust into my stomach, and returned to my post a week later, convinced I would heal quickly enough to perform my duties. My lieutenant thought quite otherwise, and made her opinion known with every moment of weakness I'd shown, try as I did to hide it. Loathe as I am to admit it, I should have listened to her.

[She clenches her jaw, leveling him with a look and fully ready to tell him to mind his own business. She very well may have done just that if only she weren't so tired. So much so that she can't keep that weariness out of her expression, can't hide the toll it's taking on her. Instead she sighs, holding up a hand to stop him.] Fine, fine. If you can find a cane. I'll use it.

[Aymeric realized he'd definitely overstepped his bounds once she gave him that look, but the acquiescence was worth the trouble. He stood to his feet.] Give me a moment, [And walked off, eyes scanning the area for something suitable.]

[There was, of course, debris everywhere, and it's only a few minutes of him popping out of sight and coming back that he has a few lengths of broken metal.]

I wasn't able to gauge your height all too accurately before, I only know I'm quite a bit taller so I brought back a few different lengths. Hopefully one of these will suffice?

[She steps toward him, still trying to hide just how much the movement hurts. Reaching for one, she tests it's length. The first is too long, but the second is better.

Raven hates how weak this makes her feel as she tests out the cane and takes a few tentative steps with the makeshift cane. And yet? And yet it does help. She hopes she can recover from this quickly. Weakness isn't something she handles at all well. Her eyes don't quite meet Aymeric's.] Thanks. For helping me.

[If it weren't for her shorter gait, and the relief she'd seemed to experience when off her leg, Aymeric probably wouldn't have noticed her pain; she hid it well. And yet there was still the marked improvement when using the 'cane'. Aymeric couldn't help himself as he gave a regal bow.]

Thank you, for accepting it, Miss... [He gestured slightly, trying to recall, only to realize - ] It's only struck me now that I've failed to actually ask your name.

My name's Raven. [She'd completely forgotten she'd not introduced herself either, but it's been a while since she'd been in the habit of talking to anyone on a genuine level. It's been far easier to maintain distance from everyone, never letting anyone close enough to know her. Names rarely came up.]

What's yours?

[Aymeric had just assumed she didn't want to share - particularly after the rude display he'd offered as an introduction. But much to his relief, he seemed to have gone some small way towards remedying it.]

Aymeric. [It felt odd, saying only his first name as an introduction. But she'd only offered hers, and what did the rest of his name really matter in this context?] Full glad am I to have been of service, Raven. I pray I haven't been too invasive?

[Her past is littered with far ruder interactions. This is one she can forgive. But there's only so much longer she thinks she can stand there, looking at him. Accepting help is hard for her, as is having anyone worrying over her comfort.] You haven't.

I should leave you to your prayers. I interrupted you from them earlier.

Right. Yes.

[He'd entirely forgotten that he'd been praying when she arrived. He wasn't particularly devout compared to most of the rest of his countrymen - the prayers were more of a means of comfort, of trying to bring some small piece of home into his new life here. But he wasn't about to start explaining that all to her.

Aymeric gathered it was an excuse to cut their interactions, anyway. And he'd already pushed his luck.]

Please, do take care not to push yourself. And don't worry about interruptions in the future - I wholly welcome them.

[She smiles lightly, nodding quickly.]

Of course. Next time, whatever you're doing I'll make a point of preventing you from doing it. [It's a tease to distract from her discomfort. Then she steps back, leaning heavily against her new cane.]

Be seeing you.

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