Lost and Found

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Fri, 24 May 2013 19:01:16 -0400

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Fri, 24 May 2013 17:09:00 -0400

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“Coffee?” Dove asked timidly, looking up at the offer and unfurling to take the hand Raven held out before lifting herself to her feet. “I think… discussing more, sounds… nice.” She found herself surprised even as she said it. She had always felt so nervous and afraid to interact with people that for someone to offer more, intentionally, and not just to be polite, was baffling and a blessing.

Making sure her backpack was zipped up, she slipped her backpack on and carried several books, gesturing some to Dove. “Um… do you mind helping me?” She asked.

“Oh- Not at all,” Dove replied, taking the books readily. As timid and nervous and hesitant as she was with people, she was always eager to help them, too. “It’s… been awhile since I held books like this,” she muttered almost affectionately. The tiny, half-sincere grin fighting its way to her face proved that she didn’t mind their weight in her arms at all.

“Sounds like you did a lot of learning when you’re younger, or perhaps you just really love to read,” Raven said, returning the half grin as they started to walk down on the path, leading them to the exit of the park. The girl walking next to her was starting to warm up and she liked her company, despite the fact that they just met minutes ago, Raven felt like she can trust Dove with her life.

“Both, actually,” Dove confessed as she followed Raven’s lead (she had no idea where they were going, but she had no problem letting someone else lead the way). “And… not even just when I was younger - nearly my whole life was learning, or… trying to learn, one thing or another…”

t-erra replied to your post: ☱ [THIS MADE ME REALLY EMOTIONAL WOW SGAKDKSSL] {{ !!!...

Fri, 24 May 2013 16:01:19 -0400

t-erra replied to your post: ☱

[THIS MADE ME REALLY EMOTIONAL WOW SGAKDKSSL]

{{ !!! I’m so glad to hear it. X3 Dove doesn’t write much, but she’s just instictively good at picking out the most important/emotional bits to put down. <83 }}

☱

Fri, 24 May 2013 15:35:00 -0400

{{ !!!!! WHICH FEELS TO ENTER O.O …*letting Dove take the wheel* }}

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Terra came to visit again today. She says the trip from Steel City to Jump is a long ride, but she doesn’t mind… I’ll never understand that. I didn’t like traveling her way for a few minutes - I couldn’t imagine a few hours. But I’m starting to think I’ll never like traveling, no matter how we’re moving… unless it’s walking.

I just found out where Steel City is, where she lives. It’s far. I think she’s only sixteen, and she’s seen half the country. Maybe more. I’m almost fifteen, not much younger… and I’ve only seen my home, a few streets in Azarath, and the city.

I envy that.

She’s also so adventurous, so willing to try new things, and so confident… Even when she was scared to death after I read her memories, she didn’t run, or hide, or try to deny it. She fought it, and she stayed. For… me? To make sure I was okay? She’s not afraid of herself, or the world, and… apparently she’s not afraid of the truth. Like me. And I think that’s my greatest reason for looking up to her. It’s hard to feel afraid when she’s around… Even harder to feel lonely. It’s comforting. And… I hope she stays for a few days.

I’m really starting to think of her as a friend.

Your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary.

Fri, 24 May 2013 14:15:51 -0400

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Leave a ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

{{ Time for this mun to exchange writing for reading and creating in favor of sleep. Goodnight,...

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:37:57 -0400

{{ Time for this mun to exchange writing for reading and creating in favor of sleep. Goodnight, everyone. And may your dreams guide you to peace and happiness and rest. }}

J would just like to point out that beast boy spent a number of very important develpmental years being raised by criminals so it's not exactly strange that he'd have a twisted sense of humor

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:23:46 -0400

Dove’s brow furrowed in concern and sympathy for him, and though her head was tilted in uncertainty, she only nodded mutely.

A thought crossed her mind, not offensive or wronging, but more sympathetic and understanding than anything… yet she very, very, very strictly fought it back without even considering that she should share it: I spent my whole life being tortured by my demon father, but I don’t have a twisted sense of right and wrong…

“I… don’t know if I’d call it twisted. Just… going a little too far…”

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{{This is one of those times when I’d like to point out that the mun doesn’t necessarily share Dove’s view of him? Actually in the fanfics, they get along pretty well. Dove just gets… defensive and panicky about anything Trigon-related and she hasn’t met him on Tumblr yet. <83 ~~guys BBmuns where are you come on when do we get to change that?~~ (I, personally, don’t think it’s the criminals or rough upbringing, but his PERSONALITY that makes him constantly search for laughter in life, no matter how “life” is. Everyone deals with life differently; his way happens to be “laugh it off”.) }}

+ well i did do the lost , emmotional , tameless , and honesty is the best pollocy spells and i did that nightmare that took so long to reply to and the other nightmare that was separated into three days and a few normal messages .

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:21:13 -0400

{{ Oooh, okay!~ So I have not only a regular anon that frequents Dove’s inbox, but an Anonymous Mage/Spellcaster, too! X) …….The one that took so long to reply to - you mean the one with the murderer, where I decided she’d be dream/nightmare-ing about Robin being murdered? ^^’; sorry i take so long sometimes, I hope it doesn’t seem like I’m abandoning or forgetting about the messages… o.o;;; }}

+ actually i am a boy ( just thought you would like to know that )

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:11:26 -0400

thelastazarathian: beyondthetemples: thelastazarathian: beyondthetemples: Dove nodded weakly, the...

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:09:38 -0400

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Dove nodded weakly, the weight of sadness settling in and making her whole body feel heavy with misery. Though she still held it at a distance, as best she could. “Very hard.”
She noted the similarity, too, and wondered… Hadn’t her mother said that Raven left Azarath, too? But she didn’t have the conviction, or the strength, to ask right now. “About… six months, maybe…? Too long. I spent some time in a forest, too… but…” She wrapped her arms around herself with her hands resting on her shoulders. “That wasn’t any easier…” There was a fragile thinness to her body and tiredness in the way she held herself, posture always slumping in and held close, that revealed just how hard it had been on her.

Raven observed how skinny the girl’s body was and her tired eyes with dark circles surrounding it. With a sigh, she stood up and held out her hand to Dove. “Perhaps we can discuss more of this over at the coffee shop?” She asked.

“Coffee?” Dove asked timidly, looking up at the offer and unfurling to take the hand Raven held out before lifting herself to her feet. “I think… discussing more, sounds… nice.” She found herself surprised even as she said it. She had always felt so nervous and afraid to interact with people that for someone to offer more, intentionally, and not just to be polite, was baffling and a blessing.

Making sure her backpack was zipped up, she slipped her backpack on and carried several books, gesturing some to Dove. “Um… do you mind helping me?” She asked.

“Oh- Not at all,” Dove replied, taking the books readily. As timid and nervous and hesitant as she was with people, she was always eager to help them, too. “It’s… been awhile since I held books like this,” she muttered almost affectionately. The tiny, half-sincere grin fighting its way to her face proved that she didn’t mind their weight in her arms at all.

- honey i'm home

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:41:00 -0400

I’ll be married for a week to the first person to put ‘Honey, I’m home!’ in my askbox.

Dove tensed as paper materialized in her hand (this Anonymous form of magic was still unfamiliar to her and it confused her senses), and petals rained down from the ceiling as the sound of wedding bells erupted out of nowhere along with a rather ornate diamond ring suddenly clasped around her finger.

The new paper was titled: Marriage Certificate. And Dove found herself standing in the main operations room with a strangely featureless gray silhouette in a tux and her typical cloak becoming a medieval wedding cloak. She shifted uncomfortably (the velvet lining didn’t take long to warm up), wondered what in Azar’s name was going on - then a random priest declared “You may kiss the bride!” (and that was it since the spell took care of wedding vows and everything), before he took his pen and suitcase and left for the elevator.

…How was her signature on the paper already? “Wait!” she called after him. “I-I didn’t sign this -“

But it was too late, and Dove just blinked her very, very confused eyes and the sheet and around the room, which was now covered in flower petals, streamers, and a giant banner covering the whole top half of the huge wall-sized window.

“How am I going to explain this to the Titans…?”

~*~
{{ IMAGINATION~ Help, am I doing it wrong, am I having too much fun with this?~ }}

have you found Sieara yet

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:30:00 -0400

Her hand twitched upwards, gravitating towards her right shoulder where Sieara would usually sit - but she paused and dropped her hand when she remembered: the familiar weight there was gone now. The unease in Dove deepened with a layer of sadness, and she bowed her head with downcast eyes and a slow, miserable shake of her head. “I… I haven’t.”

{{ Nobody objected when I said it would be 16 hours RP time and not “real” time? I mean, I use the “16 hours Roleplay time” to give things like this a chance to work before our clocks say the spells can’t work anymore - that’s be unfortunate if the spell ended in the middle of a thread or before the Anonymous Askers were done with her.

+ you got me to thinking i cant come off anon but i can make a trade symbole my messages will start with a plus sigh from now on so you will know its me . ( names Caleb by the way )

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:24:55 -0400

{{ Okay, cool. ^^ You’re allowed to stay anon as long as you feel comfortable. :3 I’ll be on the lookout for you, Caleb~ And I hope this isn’t awkward or anything… but I’m so incredibly flattered to know I have my own Anon who’s enough of a ‘regular’ in Dove’s inbox to have his own symbol! 8D }}

thelastazarathian: beyondthetemples: thelastazarathian: “It must have been hard to leave home that...

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:10:50 -0400

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“It must have been hard to leave home that you’ve known for a very long time, I was in your situation before,” she said, having small flashbacks of her time in Azarath, though it wasn’t very pleasant, most of them involve a lot of training on controlling her powers, it was still home to her.
“How long have you been wandering around the streets?” she asked, staring at Dove’s clothing.

Dove nodded weakly, the weight of sadness settling in and making her whole body feel heavy with misery. Though she still held it at a distance, as best she could. “Very hard.”

She noted the similarity, too, and wondered… Hadn’t her mother said that Raven left Azarath, too? But she didn’t have the conviction, or the strength, to ask right now. “About… six months, maybe…? Too long. I spent some time in a forest, too… but…” She wrapped her arms around herself with her hands resting on her shoulders. “That wasn’t any easier…” There was a fragile thinness to her body and tiredness in the way she held herself, posture always slumping in and held close, that revealed just how hard it had been on her.

Raven observed how skinny the girl’s body was and her tired eyes with dark circles surrounding it. With a sigh, she stood up and held out her hand to Dove. “Perhaps we can discuss more of this over at the coffee shop?” She asked.

“Coffee?” Dove asked timidly, looking up at the offer and unfurling to take the hand Raven held out before lifting herself to her feet. “I think… discussing more, sounds… nice.” She found herself surprised even as she said it. She had always felt so nervous and afraid to interact with people that for someone to offer more, intentionally, and not just to be polite, was baffling and a blessing.

why do all my magic anons go wrong ... your relesed .

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:51:58 -0400

Her eyelids flickered in meditation. And then, a small voice: “Thank you…” Dove would have gasped in relief if she wasn’t so busy trying to keep her breaths steady and even.

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{{ Meditate in peace while you can, little bird. Now if only you knew about the oncoming effects of the aggression spell…}}

{{ …I hope this was rhetorically asked in good humor? <3 Sorry, Dove’s kind of a dramatic character - especially now, when she doesn’t really have enough training or practice controlling herself on her own to, well, let things be ~FUNNY~ and not dangerous every time something goes wrong in her mind… o_o;;;

I still love your magic anons though and I really love exploring parts of her and her mentality that I never get to write with otherwise! Seriously, I’ve had so much fun with these anons lately - I can’t say I know for sure which ones are yours, but I have no doubt they were at least SOME of the intriguing ones. ^^ }}

( different anon ) i would like to speak in beast boys defence he was probily attempting to scare Raven note that he has always been a prankster with an uncontrollabl sense of humor ( that ought to belong to a clown ) he would do anything for a laugh you know something you relly ought to kick his but .

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:45:21 -0400

“Well that’s a really bad prank idea,” Dove answered miserably, in defense of herself. She really didn’t know Beast Boy all that well, and if this was the truth- and something told her it was- then, well, she was beginning to dread their next encounter.

“If he’s willing to scare people and use something so terrible against Raven like that - that’s hurtful, not funny… and really, really scary if you know what kind of things she would to make sure it didn’t happen. I-I don’t think it’d be funny at all! …But I don’t know how to kick anyone’s butt.” Dove’s brow furrowed and her eyes were wide with pacifistic nerves at the very thought of attacking him. That’s usually what ‘kick butt’ meant, right? Fighting and attacks?

thelastazarathian: beyondthetemples: thelastazarathian: Raven watched her hands that was playing...

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:32:26 -0400

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Raven watched her hands that was playing around in a uncomfortable manner, it’s the same thing she does when she’s either feeling nervous or embarrassed. She looked back up at Dove, shrugging her shoulders. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m just saying that talking about your problems even if they don’t have an answer to it might feel better.”

For a moment Dove didn’t look up - she only returned the shrug in response. She was hesitant - it was so hard to think about things that hurt this much, and even harder to put them to words… but… Raven seemed sincere, and Dove somehow felt she could trust her, at least enough to be honest. Besides, Raven had trusted her enough to tell a bit of her story… so why couldn’t Dove trust her, too?

“Well… Things just… changed. A lot. I… had to leave home a long time ago… I’ve been wandering since then - lost… and… I miss it. My whole life was there - my mother, my friend… I wasn’t allowed out much, but… I still loved it there. I was safe… Protected. But this place is so different, it’s almost frightening. And… I’ve… pretty much been alone since then.”

Dove’s halting speech made it obvious she was a little rusty with honest conversation. She still found herself to nervous to mention specific details, still unsure about who exactly she was talking to and not wanting to assume the other girl would have any idea what she was talking about. Rejection and confusion would have been too much to handle when she already felt so lost and vulnerable… so she let herself fall silent there, shaking her head listlessly at feelings that she was so good at avoiding by now that they felt numb, distanced… foreign.

“It must have been hard to leave home that you’ve known for a very long time, I was in your situation before,” she said, having small flashbacks of her time in Azarath, though it wasn’t very pleasant, most of them involve a lot of training on controlling her powers, it was still home to her.

“How long have you been wandering around the streets?” she asked, staring at Dove’s clothing.

Dove nodded weakly, the weight of sadness settling in and making her whole body feel heavy with misery. Though she still held it at a distance, as best she could. “Very hard.”

She noted the similarity, too, and wondered… Hadn’t her mother said that Raven left Azarath, too? But she didn’t have the conviction, or the strength, to ask right now. “About… six months, maybe…? Too long. I spent some time in a forest, too… but…” She wrapped her arms around herself with her hands resting on her shoulders. “That wasn’t any easier…” There was a fragile thinness to her body and tiredness in the way she held herself, posture always slumping in and held close, that revealed just how hard it had been on her.

alright lisenen i am going to calm down i have never heard him , i have never seen him , i have never feelt his power , and i didn't know that it was a tape recorder so dont make anther smart crack like that agine .

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:11:15 -0400

Dove was silent for a moment, her head bowed and her eyes closed and even her breaths held still for a moment… before she finally released it, and nodded. “Okay. Fine. Whatever…” Though she decided against countering that she obviously couldn’t calm down, and if she could, didn’t this Anon think she would have done it already?!

She attempted a glare at the ‘smart crack’ demand - but it came out as a pained wince, so she turned away, with a terse but simple statement: “Deal.” Bizarre spell or not, she felt too tired and frustrated to care what they thought at the moment, and left to find a place slightly less covered in architectural shrapnel; maybe she could meditate in the basement and isolate herself from all these emotions to rest - great Azar, losing control was exhausting…

thelastazarathian: beyondthetemples: thelastazarathian: beyondthetemples: Dove nodded quietly,...

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:47:43 -0400

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Dove nodded quietly, settling into a more comfortable position on the ground as Raven accepted her presence, thoroughly surprised that her presence was a blessing - especially after that rough introduction… but now she listened with rapt attention and growing sympathy in her eyes. She knew nothing about school and didn’t even know that was the topic of discussion - but she knew about projects and deadlines and authority - mostly from what Srentha had told her all those years ago…

She also knew there was more to the story - she could detect Raven’s thoughts and words circumventing thoughts, weaving the words together carefully - but Dove was far too private to ask. Instead she offered understanding: “But… if it was important… Why wouldn’t he let you turn it in? Especially if… something else important happened? …Sometimes you can’t help changing plans,” she sighed out, a cast of sadness in her eyes as her thoughts flickered back to the times when she’d had to cancel meetings with her friend, all the days when her mother had meant to attend some ceremony or meditation but stayed home to comfort her - and of course the biggest upheaval of her life, when she knew she had to flee instead of wait at Death’s threshold… but only briefly. She held those thoughts at a careful distance to avoid inciting emotion. And the present company still had nearly all her attention.

Raven shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, but you can ask him what’s his problem with me turning in my work late.” She replied to her before glancing at her for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing together.

“Are you all right?” she asked when she felt a wave of sadness washing over her. “You don’t look good.”

“I— uhhh.” Dove was caught completely off-guard by the show of concern for her. She bit her lip, not yet knowing how to answer without lying, or breaking down, and took a moment to gather her thoughts… before she spoke with raw honesty, her voice even quieter than before. “It just… reminded me of some things that happened pretty recently. Important things. And…” Her gaze fell down to her hands, clenching together uncomfortably in her lap. “They’re… not the kinds of things that heal so easily, I guess…”

Raven watched her hands that was playing around in a uncomfortable manner, it’s the same thing she does when she’s either feeling nervous or embarrassed. She looked back up at Dove, shrugging her shoulders. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m just saying that talking about your problems even if they don’t have an answer to it might feel better.”

For a moment Dove didn’t look up - she only returned the shrug in response. She was hesitant - it was so hard to think about things that hurt this much, and even harder to put them to words… but… Raven seemed sincere, and Dove somehow felt she could trust her, at least enough to be honest. Besides, Raven had trusted her enough to tell a bit of her story… so why couldn’t Dove trust her, too?

“Well… Things just… changed. A lot. I… had to leave home a long time ago… I’ve been wandering since then - lost… and… I miss it. My whole life was there - my mother, my friend… I wasn’t allowed out much, but… I still loved it there. I was safe… Protected. But this place is so different, it’s almost frightening. And… I’ve… pretty much been alone since then.”

Dove’s halting speech made it obvious she was a little rusty with honest conversation. She still found herself to nervous to mention specific details, still unsure about who exactly she was talking to and not wanting to assume the other girl would have any idea what she was talking about. Rejection and confusion would have been too much to handle when she already felt so lost and vulnerable… so she let herself fall silent there, shaking her head listlessly at feelings that she was so good at avoiding by now that they felt numb, distanced… foreign.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 21:48:38 -0400

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The contact sent a spark of power and faint, vague, baffling-as-ever sense of intuition through Dove as well, and she she glanced down at her hand in confusion… But she looked right back up as Raven spoke, still silently wondering about it but with her head tilted slightly in concern. “Why not?” she asked meekly. Though also acknowledging her hesitance, she added, “You… don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t really want to…”

Raven shook her head, tracing the pavement with her finger. “Nah, I actually want some company right now and me being silent is rude.” She answered her with a sigh, closing her eyes as she remembered what happened earlier.

“My professor wouldn’t let me turn in a late project which I worked on very hard,” she said as she remembered his stern face, saying that it wouldn’t be fair to other students which she had to agree on in a small degree, but she had her reason as she remembered what happened a few days ago. She was bleeding after a bullet pierce through her shoulder, she had to remove the bullet on her own before she passed out in pain as her wound healed throughout the night. “But I already told him that something important happened a few days before.”

Dove nodded quietly, settling into a more comfortable position on the ground as Raven accepted her presence, thoroughly surprised that her presence was a blessing - especially after that rough introduction… but now she listened with rapt attention and growing sympathy in her eyes. She knew nothing about school and didn’t even know that was the topic of discussion - but she knew about projects and deadlines and authority - mostly from what Srentha had told her all those years ago…

She also knew there was more to the story - she could detect Raven’s thoughts and words circumventing thoughts, weaving the words together carefully - but Dove was far too private to ask. Instead she offered understanding: “But… if it was important… Why wouldn’t he let you turn it in? Especially if… something else important happened? …Sometimes you can’t help changing plans,” she sighed out, a cast of sadness in her eyes as her thoughts flickered back to the times when she’d had to cancel meetings with her friend, all the days when her mother had meant to attend some ceremony or meditation but stayed home to comfort her - and of course the biggest upheaval of her life, when she knew she had to flee instead of wait at Death’s threshold… but only briefly. She held those thoughts at a careful distance to avoid inciting emotion. And the present company still had nearly all her attention.

Raven shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, but you can ask him what’s his problem with me turning in my work late.” She replied to her before glancing at her for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing together.

“Are you all right?” she asked when she felt a wave of sadness washing over her. “You don’t look good.”

“I— uhhh.” Dove was caught completely off-guard by the show of concern for her. She bit her lip, not yet knowing how to answer without lying, or breaking down, and took a moment to gather her thoughts… before she spoke with raw honesty, her voice even quieter than before. “It just… reminded me of some things that happened pretty recently. Important things. And…” Her gaze fell down to her hands, clenching together uncomfortably in her lap. “They’re… not the kinds of things that heal so easily, I guess…”