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reverielogs2018-06-18 05:34 pm
personify) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-18 05:34 pm
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)
» 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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OweMeOnePerogi
'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!
[ooc: placeholder for other scenarios. have something else you'd like to do, just shoot me a PM or hit up my plurk
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I've actually been as tall as a mountain once. Though I can't recommend it.
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A mountain. [Her yellow eyes are wide.] Why did you need to be that large? Were you fighting something? Someone?
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Fighting a god, actually.
It wasn't really my idea.
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A real God? Or just someone so powerful they might be considered God-like? [Look, she's a skeptical woman.]
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[ There's a finality to his tone as he talks about it, but no boasting. There's not even satisfaction. The whole thing had been necessary, even Necessary, but it certainly hadn't been anything he wanted to do. And after having read the Ashabine Oracles, it had only become a sadness. ]
It was necessary. But I'll admit, I don't really like going into it.
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[ He's got an open and honest face, which is true of him most of the time. Not always, but more often than not.]
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Raven will try to change the subject.] Have you had much cause to use your powers here? I'm still not sure what to make of this space station.
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[ Considering the fact that he doesn't have his wife here, that his bed is empty and cold and lonely, and that he'd rather curl up somewhere than pretend like he could sleep otherwise.]
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[ He can't help a faintly wistful smile.]
Your hair actually makes me think of her a little. Though she's closer to green than blue.
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Raven's a touch unsure about the comparison, being compared to the man's wife. But more surprised to hear what she looked like.] Really? Is that something that's common where you're from? Green skin?
Blue isn't exactly common on my world. [Unfortunately.]
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[ He wobbles a hand, though. ]
It's more of a green tint, though. Not quite the color you are, not to be rude.
It vexes her often enough when she's trying to pick out dress colors, though.