Raven is something of an empath, meaning your emotions will ping her and the stronger they are, the stronger they will ping her. She can also tell if you're hiding something/lying if she touches you (but socially awkward child is socially awkward, so it won't be a big occurrence). But clearly, this is toeing the info-modding line, so consider this a permission meme? I understand that there will probably be case-by-case ... er, cases, but generally, can Raven pick up vaguely on your character's emotions/sekkrits? Y/N? 8D

Keep in mind that she won't be commenting on it unless she is super comfortable with you (which will be all of 3.5 people I imagine) and she wouldn't share unless it is directly relevant to someone else's well-being. And, of course, all such instances will be hashed out ooc-ly ahead of time.

So let me know if she can pick up your pings? Remember! Even if she does pick it up, it'll only be unclear and scattered at best when it comes to lies/sekkrits and she'll only feel strong emotions strongly (and probably be hightailing it away from you to avoid it bleeding into her). Oh, and any relevant canon info that you'd like to share for her to detect would be lovely and appreciated.

TL;DR wtf

OTHER PLOTTING DEVICES ALSO GO HERE&hearts

Generic all-purpose meme post for both my characters:

Ichihara Yuuko | wishyuumay
Raven | unkindnessof

Because as good as I am at being distracted by shiny things all by myself, I could use some help every now and then. And because Resha is a complete and shameless meme!whore. |D

Lists, IC-relationship, first impressions, thoughts on "...." etc. memes are all game and welcome. I shall answer them in the order that I find easiest, orz. There are no rules. Anything goes~

Now. Let's get this party started&hearts

Is this an attempt at inducing homesickness in us? Because I think I'm already good I've already filled my sharing quota for this month.

But if necessary, see here. There, happy?

Mother -- her name was Arella, and that is always... usually what I called her when we were together. Her maiden name was Angela Roth, but she left that behind when she was brought to Azarath... with me. She lived and died there.

I don't know much else about her, save that she was born on Earth, somewhere in America, before she went to Azarath and that she was involved in dangerous things. ... I do have some memories of her, though, and in all of them, I always remember her being beautiful. I suppose we all remember our mothers as such, but that still doesn't shake the feeling I would get that Arella -- Mother was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. It is not hard to see why she was chosen by my father...

[abrupt stop]

Father -- no --

[a loud clatter followed by staticky silence and, barely audible is the sound of muffled muttering. She's swept the device off her bed; she'll continue this cursed monologue in private.]


[ooc: And it seems that LJ is refusing to send notifs again, so I might be a bit slow with tags. Sorry!]

No running in the Library.

Temporarily finding yourself as a waterfowl does not exempt you from that. If you must chase one another in here, walk.

( private | off Network )

So, it's (edit) the morning of Christmas Eve already. Happy Christmas to those who celebrate it. Personally, I'm just kind of glad that the City doesn't look like Christmas threw up all over it; there's only so much decorating should happen before it's too much, after all. Like when we let Starfire go at it...

[private to DC heroes + D/LH | warded]

About that movie/party, how does Christmas Eve look for everyone? I guess Beast Boy and I can take care of snacks, since it'll be hosted here, although more food can never go wrong, I've learned. I think "Nightmare Before Christmas" has been decided on already, but there're still slots open for any more suggestions as well.

Horace, if you're free, would you like to join us? And D, you're welcome too if you like.

[/private]

( private to Van Helsing | warded )

( ooc; the rest of the presents~! )

[light static as the comm clicks open to voice accidentally, almost as if it'd been dropped.

Then, a small, high voice of a young girl can be heard; tremulous, hesitant, confused, and slightly trembly due to cold (and maybe a small dash of fear).]

W-Where am I? Azar? ... Mother?

( ooc note )

[Raven's flying out and about the City, being a good superhero. She'll be teleporting people out and occasionally kicking some zombie ass with her powers. If you need saving or just want to run into her and have a conversation, go for it! Action or voice as you like~]

Memo to the deities:

Holiday cheer: you're doing it wrong.

Anyone who needs a lift out of the zombie hordes, raise your hands. If both of them are preoccupied with defending your brains from becoming brunch, yelling works too.

[filtered to DC heroes except Kara and Clark; warded]

What's the situation with Kara, do we know?

[filtered to Kara, Steph, and Beast Boy; viewable to Alfred]

Two things. One, I know I'm not usually the one to suggest these things but seeing as it is the holiday season... should we have a Christmas movie night or something?

And two, if no one minds, I'd like to invite a friend ... or rather, his left hand. It's an odd story.

[/filter]

Santa, huh? Or Father Christmas; whichever you prefer. At this point, I'd be surprised if he didn't somehow make an appearance here. Although I don't think I'll be lining up to sit on his knee, thanks all the same.


[ooc: Movie night is both a direct follow-up to this conversation and her attempt to show some holiday cheer. |D]

[audio clicks on to a ridiculously high-pitched voice; it sounds like someone force-fed her helium in large quantities.]

So it's back to the regularly programmed insanity and annoyances, I see.

Is that my voice--

[introducing one very very disgruntled chipmunk puppet!Raven giving a very put-upon, huffy, squeaky sigh.]

I am not a stocking stuffer.

Rue, for being a friend, my first friend, here in the City; for being my friend still, for allowing me to share in your story, thank you. It's a privilege, really.

Everyone at the Opera, Ahiru, Fakir... you have my thanks for trusting enough to welcome me when you had no reason to.

Van Helsing, thanks for the blistering pain on my palms and in my arms and legs in those first weeks of training sessions. And thank you for indulging me in meditation sessions, even if you do suck at it.

Keith... thank you. You already know everything else I want to say.

Silk, Cheza, Sarah, everyone at the Library... you know who you all are. Thank you for caring reminding me of what it means to be human-- that I am human ... everything.

Kara, as much as I loathe to admit any gratitude to this City, I'm glad I met you here. Same goes for you, Steph. I hope that, maybe, I'll meet "you" both again in my world someday.

Alfred, you too. And not just for your tea either, amazing as it is. Thank you.

Beast Boy... yes, you too. You're you, and be that as it may be, it's still good to have a familiar face here. Thank you for being here, and worrying, and ... being you, I guess. Although that still doesn't mean I'll play Mega Monkeys Smash 3 with you.

To all of you: I don't think I need to or should in some cases list everything; I don't even think I could. So maybe just ... Happy Thanksgiving.


... I think I can live with this one.

[ooc: First strike locked to Keith, and BB's strike locked to him. Every other strike is deleted.]

Finally. I can hear myself think again. Looks like it was just an extended curse after all.

Thank Azar for small blessings.

It looks like last minute Christmas shopping combined with New Year's in Times Square out there today. It's not either of those, so what exactly is the occasion for all this?

Not that I'm expecting it will make any sense either way... how am I supposed to meditate with all this emotional static?


[ooc: Alternates, OOC journals; all of that is A-OK with me. Devil-child references are a "no please", please. ^^]

If you go up high enough, all cities start to look about the same, don't they? Just a sea of buildings and lights and people going about their lives. Still, flying is the only part of my powers that I enjoy-- really enjoy. There are times when I wonder if that's wrong somehow.

-- I haven't used this for a while now and looking around at the Network today, I've suddenly remembered why. I was only to ask if anyone can suggest a good book on fuzzy, cuddly animals because I think I may have discovered a new appreciation and love for --

Magic; I was going to ask for books on spells, but never mind. I'll look for myself.

This place doesn't ever really change, does it?

Case in point: I'll be in the Library if anyone needs me. Playing musical shelves with the books can be fun sometimes.

[a soft 'whump' and a groan as someone tries to get out of bed only to realize she's a lot smaller today. And a lot fluffier.]

... oh, ha ha, very funny. This was bad enough the first time around.

Nobody better try to pull me out of a hat. I have sharp, carrot-chewing teeth that will become sharp, finger-chewing teeth if necessary. Trust me, I'm not afraid to use them.


... and now my nose itches.


[ooc: BUNNY RAVEN. Uh, self-explanatory, I think? 8D Not mentally affected, except a craving for carrots and greens (which she will try to pretend does not exist) and nose-twitch and ear-perking.]

[static and then Raven's voice comes on, tight and far too neutral; it's clear that she's wrapped herself with all the wards and mental barriers she can, though in this case, not to keep anyone out but to keep something in.]

Sorry to trouble you, Alfred, but if there's an antidote for Scarecrow's gas available, I may need some about now. The effects have faded, but --

[and transmission cuts off.]


[ooc: Follow-up to this. She's shaken and very very unhappy. Pretend this was posted earlier in the day? 8D

Also hackable if you're good; she's using codes pre-written for her by Robin, but not being terribly good with this + emotional distress = not 100% secure.]

( private; warded )

Rue, you'll be happy to know that I've been practising. My toes are threatening a mutinous rebellion, but I have been practising. Are you sure I can't just levitate? ... If you need any other help with the preparations, just let me know?

Kara, are you busy later today? I was wondering if you'd like to go flying. We haven't spoken in a while.


The Library is really quiet today.

Oh, perfect. I should have known my streak of luck was due to run out sooner rather than later.

Though if anyone offers me pie today, I can't be held responsible for the consequences.