Sunday night, outside the dorms
After Raven had fled from Liir when he and the others had begun to awaken, she hadn't known where to go. She was drawn first to the place Max had taken her in the other Fandom -- 29 Chimera Court -- and for a moment she was filled with rage and despair again, along with the urge to tear the building down with her bare hands. But it was obvious it was someone else's home now, so she fled again, teleporting herself to the place where she had died.
There was nothing to mark the place, of course, but she just knew. Kneeling, she touched her hand to the ground. She held no blame for Anakin for striking her down; he had to, or she might have killed him and others in the dorms. She had lost control, like Azar had always warned her could happen. Her teacher had only done what he had to do to stop her.
It would be easier if she could just say it was her other self who was responsible, but it had been she who lost control. She had used her gifts against Tahiri, and then the vampires who tried to attack her and Anakin. She had taken pleasure from pain -- both giving and receiving. She was her father's daughter.
Raven screamed, unable to contain the raging emotions she was trying to keep inside herself, then covered her face in her hands, shaking with silent sobs.
[ooc: Technically open, but she is not likely to talk to anyone she doesn't know, and she's in a verrry bad place. Because I am cruel, and because you cannot spell demon without "emo." If anyone body is looking for her, she's probably sending up an unintentional beacon.]
There was nothing to mark the place, of course, but she just knew. Kneeling, she touched her hand to the ground. She held no blame for Anakin for striking her down; he had to, or she might have killed him and others in the dorms. She had lost control, like Azar had always warned her could happen. Her teacher had only done what he had to do to stop her.
It would be easier if she could just say it was her other self who was responsible, but it had been she who lost control. She had used her gifts against Tahiri, and then the vampires who tried to attack her and Anakin. She had taken pleasure from pain -- both giving and receiving. She was her father's daughter.
Raven screamed, unable to contain the raging emotions she was trying to keep inside herself, then covered her face in her hands, shaking with silent sobs.
[ooc: Technically open, but she is not likely to talk to anyone she doesn't know, and she's in a verrry bad place. Because I am cruel, and because you cannot spell demon without "emo." If anyone body is looking for her, she's probably sending up an unintentional beacon.]