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LET THEM KNOW WE
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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by umbra on Jan 17, 2013 15:54:48 GMT -5
it's always do this, do that * everything they want to * Michael looked at Ravens hand and nodded. Whatever she wanted to show him he guessed it was to prove her side of the point. Though he found no way she would actually change his mind about another person placed on this earth not being able to be of light, he would allow her to try.
“I have all night, as long as we don’t fly and I’m hanging from your arm that should be fine.” Michaels uncovered lips traced into a grin as he walked over and took Ravens hand. He didn’t know how smooth her skin was or even whether it was cold or warm , due to his gloves, yet he wondered for a moment whether the fact that he was actually trying to help her might have changed how she acted around him at all. Either way he had showed her that he didn’t believe her BS about not being able to be trusted. He had taken his mask off hadn’t he? She now knew what he looked like, which carried a lot of clout when it came to heroes.
“Do I need to wear my mask or are we going to go somewhere to hide so you can explain to me why you have the soul of Lord Voldemort?” Humor? Yes, humor was always good in serious situations like this. He wanted to see if Raven even knew how to smile, better yet….he wanted to see how pretty her smile was.
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Post by Rachel 'Raven' Roth on Jan 17, 2013 16:20:48 GMT -5
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[/b] She stated emotionlessly. “Do I need to wear my mask or are we going to go somewhere to hide so you can explain to me why you have the soul of Lord Voldemort?” The teenager didn't actually like his words that much. It sseemed too lighthearted. "You will need no mask."[/b] Raven said, as they disappeared into her soul self in a puff of purple smoke. Then there were there, standing on a rock that seemed to be suspended in endless space. Stars, planets but not life forms other than the two of them. An endless and lonely empty void. "This is my soul. It is lonelness but it can also be oblivion."[/b] Raven said, walking to the edge of the rock and staring out into the darkness.[/style] tags:Umbra word count: Undefined muse: Various notes: Sorry it is so short. Table Layout By BRY, 2012[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by umbra on Jan 17, 2013 17:02:57 GMT -5
it's always do this, do that * everything they want to *
Michael walked to the edge of the rock and looked out into the space and darkness. He tried to teleport, or even open a shadow portal yet nothing happened. Somehow he had actually been pulled into Ravens soul, yet what he found seemed as she had described….nothing. He couldn’t exactly understand it, no one alive had nothingness in their soul. People just didn’t live without some kind of spark, or light or even love in their soul.
“This isn’t right. If this was a soul there would be some kind of register of love, of pain, of happiness. No matter how dark a person is they still feel, still have an emotional connection.” He turned to her, his eyes digging deep into her emotionless ones. “Is this your perception or your actual soul?” None of this seemed at all right, if this was her perception then it brought every reason that she would think her soul was black and dark. Yet even he saw her emotion around the boy, and that in itself proved this false.
“If your soul was the degenerated you would have felt nothing for the boy in the hospital. Yet you stood there and had concern and worry all over your face. You would also not be a hero that cared a lick for anyone they saved, yet I don’t see that when I look at you.” Michael moved toward her, tilting his head, examining her eyes. He didn’t know whether he was himself at that moment or Umbra but as he looked at her a thin smile appeared on his lips.
“What I see before me is someone lost and afraid of anything that would cause her pain. Someone who has been told all her life that she is wrong and should not exist, someone who causes pain. You stand here, trying hard to redeem yourself for a sin that is your fault yet you know nothing about.” He shook his head and stepped closer to her. Raven and Michael were about a foot from each other, he was actually wishing he knew what made her tick, what was inside her head. She had become something of an enigma to him now and he wanted to know why. Why was she so dark and desolate to herself. Why did she not allow an emotion to esacpe her without fighting it seemingly tooth and nail….why?
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Post by Rachel 'Raven' Roth on Jan 17, 2013 17:35:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:430; height:490; background-color:000000; padding:5; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:78747F; overflow:hide][style=float:left; margin-right:10px] Having a bad family was hard enough. Having one that meant that you were cursed and a sin was a bit more difficult. It wasn't hard for Raven to sense Umbra's confusion as he saw her soul-self. It just backed up what the Titan had believed. She was darkness and had no chance at the light. “This isn’t right. If this was a soul there would be some kind of register of love, of pain, of happiness. No matter how dark a person is they still feel, still have an emotional connection.” There, even he had said it. Her soul was not right. But there was a reason for that, Umbra did not know of her demonic heritage. Which was not something she wanted to tell him. She may know his face but that did not mean she knew him.
“Is this your perception or your actual soul?” Turning to meet his gaze, Raven answered. "This is my soul-self. It is no preception." |
[/b] Of course, it had been baptised by Trigon and it was Raven's darker side, her hate, as well. It was no good place. “If your soul was the degenerated you would have felt nothing for the boy in the hospital. Yet you stood there and had concern and worry all over your face. You would also not be a hero that cared a lick for anyone they saved, yet I don’t see that when I look at you.”Indigo eyes looked away from Umbra and Raven lifted herself up, flying and sitting in the lotus position with ease. "The Monks of Azarath, Azar herself, trained me to be without emotions. I should not allow myself to feel. But I seem to be unable to prevent emotions from escaping into me."[/b] Raven replied, coldly. Even emotions like concern was not allowed. Although she had always known the hate she had towards her father. “What I see before me is someone lost and afraid of anything that would cause her pain. Someone who has been told all her life that she is wrong and should not exist, someone who causes pain. You stand here, trying hard to redeem yourself for a sin that is your fault yet you know nothing about.”"In Azarath, violence is considered wrong, even to save another's life."[/b] The teenager, started off, slowly. "Yet there was one there who decided to try and throw a baby into Limbo because of who she was. Can you imagine what would be needed for that man to be so desperate and firm in his belief that the child should not be allowed to live?"[/b] Raven asked, staring at the stars that seemed to be within her soul.[/style] tags:Umbra word count: Undefined muse: Within Temptation notes: None. Table Layout By BRY, 2012[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by umbra on Jan 20, 2013 12:31:52 GMT -5
it's always do this, do that * everything they want to * “You were taught not to feel?” The very thought angered Michael. How could anyone even consider such a thing? He had seen it in things like Star Wars but it was different there, in those they were taught to love everything and to covet nothing. This wasn’t the same; Raven had been taught to cut off all feeling for anyone and that was wrong. Yet as she explained more he had to give this group of monks one thing, they had it partly right.
“Violence is not the answer. I’ll give you that much, however putting yourself on the line for another, that is courage and honor. If you must fight for others then it is for the common good. My dad always taught me to live by honor is to live a full life.” Thought as she spoke more he started to see why Raven had become who she was now. How she seemed to think that she was nothing and nothing good could come from her. She had been cast out, treated as an abomination for something that wasn’t her fault. This weighed heavily on her, even if she didn’t allow it to come out emotionally in her voice.
“That was someone who had lost faith. You see it a lot in the history of the world.” Michael moved over to where Raven had landed and sat in front of her, his eyes looking into hers again. He wished he could see what was behind those steel walls that she held. He still wasn’t convinced that what she was showing him was the full story, she had to have something that was locked away, something hidden that scared her only because of what she had been wrongly taught.
“Raven, your beautiful, your interesting, you’ve got intelligence. I can tell this even though I have only been around you for a night. Yet even with all of that you don’t have the most important part. I don’t care what you are okay? Look at Nightcrawler, the guy was hunted, attacked, nearly died millions of times because of the way he was perceived due to how he looked and his heritage. Yet he loves, is strong in his faith and would put his life on the line for any other no matter what.” Could Michael convince Raven that she was not an abomination of desolation? Maybe, maybe not, but the fact that he was trying couldn’t be lost on her could it?
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Post by Rachel 'Raven' Roth on Jan 20, 2013 13:08:57 GMT -5
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[/b] She sobbed, moving to land on the cold rocks once more. It hurt her, knowing that soon she would give in. She had hoped that she could keep her dark side under lock and key but here it was. Pressing upon her. “Raven..” The Titan barely registered his words as she felt the dreadful pressure of emotions on her. How long would they keep this up? There was one thing that she did notice. Flesh upon her skin. Panic and fear flooded through her and Raven leapt backwards, using her power to blast the person back. Horrific memories and thoughts had entered her head. She couldn't cope with physical contact. Not now. "Keep back!"[/b] She practically hissed as she lay curled up up and trembiling. “you are how you allow yourself to be. You were born, that in itself shows that you were brought into the world for a reason.”"Yes, to help my father rise to power and take over the earth. Then the universe."[/b] Raven said, only then realising that she had blasted Umbra. What does it matter, he touched you! A small, nagging voice echoed in the back of her head. "I hate my pride."[/b] She muttered, flying over to help Umbra up. As she offered her hand, it twitched nervously. The emotions were still there and the Titan feared another outburst may occure. “No matter who came before, it doesn’t matter. What matters is you now, right now. What matters is the people you’ve saved, the lives that are still glowing due to your help. What matters is your times of love, no matter if they are lost or not. What matters is the times you’ve smiled, the times you’ve cried, the times you’ve worried, the times you’ve had fun. Nothing anyone says should take that from you. Raven, your father is not you.”Raven shook her head, closing her eyes. "I am a sin, there is no denying it. I would pray that my pride never be seen but my prayers will never be heard by any good. You say it does not matter but I have been turned away because of my heritage. When I first came to Earth the Justice League would not help me. One of their members sensed the evil within me and she was not wrong. I said it was merely my parentage that she sensed but I have come to understand that it is more than that. I am evil. There is no denying."[/b][/style] tags:Umbra word count: Undefined muse: Within Temptation notes: None. Table Layout By BRY, 2012[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by umbra on Jan 20, 2013 13:38:54 GMT -5
it's always do this, do that * everything they want to * Michael stood there, listening to her revelation and was only slightly taken aback. Daughter of a demon? Yes, that’s why she felt so much as if she were nothing but destruction. Yet wasn’t Nightcrawler? He was the son of Azazel, a demonic mutant, that didn’t mean he was damned. No in fact it gave him more reason to fight for good, to show the world he was different than the one before him. What brought even more validity to his thoughts were the emotion that started to flood Ravens voice as she floated away from him the looked back at him. She seemed lost to him even more. Fighting a battle with him over what he knew to be true and what she had been force fed all her life.
“Raven..” Michael approached her calmly again, yet this time he pulled off one of his gloves and carefully touched her face. She was emotional again, her human side showing and revealing that there was more to this one then just what she allowed. “you are how you allow yourself to be. You were born, that in itself shows that you were brought into the world for a reason.” His words were soft, measured and calculated. He wanted her to understand that he wasn’t backing down, he believed all people had good in them.
“No matter who came before, it doesn’t matter. What matters is you now, right now. What matters is the people you’ve saved, the lives that are still glowing due to your help. What matters is your times of love, no matter if they are lost or not. What matters is the times you’ve smiled, the times you’ve cried, the times you’ve worried, the times you’ve had fun. Nothing anyone says should take that from you. Raven, your father is not you.”
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Post by Rachel 'Raven' Roth on Jan 20, 2013 14:07:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:430; height:490; background-color:000000; padding:5; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:78747F; overflow:hide][style=float:left; margin-right:10px] Tears weren't good. But here they were, she could feel them, wet against her face. "I'm already loosing." |
[/b] She sobbed, moving to land on the cold rocks once more. It hurt her, knowing that soon she would give in. She had hoped that she could keep her dark side under lock and key but here it was. Pressing upon her. “Raven..” The Titan barely registered his words as she felt the dreadful pressure of emotions on her. How long would they keep this up? There was one thing that she did notice. Flesh upon her skin. Panic and fear flooded through her and Raven leapt backwards, using her power to blast the person back. Horrific memories and thoughts had entered her head. She couldn't cope with physical contact. Not now. "Keep back!"[/b] She practically hissed as she lay curled up up and trembiling. “you are how you allow yourself to be. You were born, that in itself shows that you were brought into the world for a reason.”"Yes, to help my father rise to power and take over the earth. Then the universe."[/b] Raven said, only then realising that she had blasted Umbra. What does it matter, he touched you! A small, nagging voice echoed in the back of her head. "I hate my pride."[/b] She muttered, flying over to help Umbra up. As she offered her hand, it twitched nervously. The emotions were still there and the Titan feared another outburst may occure. “No matter who came before, it doesn’t matter. What matters is you now, right now. What matters is the people you’ve saved, the lives that are still glowing due to your help. What matters is your times of love, no matter if they are lost or not. What matters is the times you’ve smiled, the times you’ve cried, the times you’ve worried, the times you’ve had fun. Nothing anyone says should take that from you. Raven, your father is not you.”Raven shook her head, closing her eyes. "I am a sin, there is no denying it. I would pray that my pride never be seen but my prayers will never be heard by any good. You say it does not matter but I have been turned away because of my heritage. When I first came to Earth the Justice League would not help me. One of their members sensed the evil within me and she was not wrong. I said it was merely my parentage that she sensed but I have come to understand that it is more than that. I am evil. There is no denying."[/b][/style] tags:Umbra word count: Undefined muse: Within Temptation notes: None. Table Layout By BRY, 2012[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by umbra on Jan 20, 2013 14:19:59 GMT -5
it's always do this, do that * everything they want to * The blast had knocked the wind out of him. He had been shocked by the sudden anger his touched had caused and even more so how she had reacted. It wasn’t like he was trying to attack her, he was trying to help her right? Yet when he finally opened his eyes, trying to recover from the shock and sudden dull pain he saw himself face to face with Raven looking worried and upset.
“I will not agree to that.” Michael took Ravens hand with his ungloved one and stood up, looking into her eyes. “I do not believe someone is born of sin, they only let sin take hold of them. You were right at the beginning. Your parents are not you, you are Raven…no…not even that…” Michael still had his hand in hers, yet he wasn’t thinking about it, he was thinking about the risk he was about to take just to prove his point. What he was about to say could put him at risk, yet he felt like he had a reason to do it, and that was from God.
“My name is Michael Mullenix. I want to know your real name.” Michael tilted his head and watched her, she had attacked him, yet here he was trusting her. There was every rule against this, most of them just common sense, yet he was doing it anyways. And what was weirder….he didn’t care.
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Post by Rachel 'Raven' Roth on Jan 20, 2013 14:47:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:430; height:490; background-color:000000; padding:5; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:78747F; overflow:hide][style=float:left; margin-right:10px] It had not been a good thing, blasting Umbra across her soul. To be fair, Raven hadn't meant to. It felt like self-defence at the time. The teenager remembered the times when she had manipulated others emotions to love her, purely accidental but the touch reminded her of that. Usually no one touched her. “I will not agree to that.” Raven took a few steps back, pain in her eyes. "My emotions have been out of control. I have been told by a reliable source that my father is rising. I will be no more than a tool. If you have to face me then spare me no thought. I would rather be killed than allow my father to take over." |
[/b] As Umbra took her hand, Raven's body twitched slightly. Why did it have to be the bare hand. As soon as he was up, Raven attempted to pull away, quickly. Her emotions were confused. She could feel Umbra's emotions she thought, although they might be drowned out by her own. Or was she feeling his emotions like they were hers? It always became difficult when she felt. Umbra hadn't let go. Now she was starting to feel panic. Despite being in an open soul, her own soul, she was feeling trapped. She couldn't teleport away, the only way to break the contact was to fight and she didn't want to do that. “I do not believe someone is born of sin, they only let sin take hold of them. You were right at the beginning. Your parents are not you, you are Raven…no…not even that…” Raven tried to pull away again. "But I am a sin! I am Pride!"[/b] Raven protested, her indigo eyes wide and filled with tears. “My name is Michael Mullenix. I want to know your real name.” Raven paused, her emotions suddenly going on hold as she examined Umbra, who she knew was Michael. "I was born Raven,"[/b] She said, looking down at his hand. "But my code name for going out in public is Rachel Roth. Can you let go, now? Please?"[/b] It was hard for Raven to in this situation. She felt vulnerable. The history of her conception kept coming into her mind. Her mother had been tricked by Trigon who pretended to be a beautiful young man. This situation was not helping Raven's emotions at all.[/style] tags:Umbra word count: Undefined muse: Within Temptation notes: None. Table Layout By BRY, 2012[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by umbra on Jan 20, 2013 14:59:27 GMT -5
it's always do this, do that * everything they want to * [/center] Michael winced at Ravens plead to let go of her hand. He hadn’t meant to cause her pain, or to even make her feel uncomfortable. In fact it was the opposite and he hoped she would realize that at all.
“I didn’t mean, I mean I wasn’t trying….” Michael backed up and sighed. He wasn’t trying to upset her, yet it was all that seemed to be coming from the situation. Maybe he was pressing to hard, maybe he was pushing way too much. Could he have turned into those people he despised? The ones who shoved they’re thoughts and feelings down others’ throats instead of being polite and introducing the ideas slowly?
“I’m sorry Raven…I just…I see something different when I look at you. I see you just as I see anyone. You might have a parent who is horrible, you might have been born for a reason that wasn’t your choice…but in the end it really is yours.” He tried to show that he was sorry in his eyes; he hoped that she might forgive him. He had only met her that night yet for some reason a protectiveness had sprouted inside him. She had been mentally scared and beaten and he hated that, Michael wanted to help Raven be whole, something she had never been.
“I think your can and are an amazing woman Raven, even though I just met you. I hope maybe you’ll be able to see that one day.”
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Post by Rachel 'Raven' Roth on Jan 20, 2013 15:34:19 GMT -5
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“I didn’t mean, I mean I wasn’t trying….” Raven could feel his regrete. Her Pride wanted her to leave him like this, he had made her feel vulnerable, had made her look weak. Closing her eyes, she took a breath and opened them again. "I over reacted. I thought of things that you cannot know. The blame is on me. Maybe you now understand why I have to keep my emotions under control?" |
[/b] Raven asked, her breathing quite but slightly ragged after her panic which was still disappearing. “I’m sorry Raven…I just…I see something different when I look at you. I see you just as I see anyone. You might have a parent who is horrible, you might have been born for a reason that wasn’t your choice…but in the end it really is yours.” Raven sat at the edge of the rock, facing the opposite way to Umba but able to hear him. "I understand where you are coming from but this is my curse to bear out."[/b] She replied softly, staring out at the planet that stood in front of her. Would she feel any better if there was life within her soul? Probably not. “I think your can and are an amazing woman Raven, even though I just met you. I hope maybe you’ll be able to see that one day.” Raven stared out, not moving, her chest barely even rising with each breath. "I suppose all that I can ever ask is that others think that. I will always know the evil within me."[/b] She said. At least that way it wouldn't hurt when they realised. After all, even Gar had been against her because of her evil more than once. That certainly hurt. [/style] tags:Umbra word count: Undefined muse: Within Temptation notes: None. Table Layout By BRY, 2012[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by umbra on Jan 22, 2013 17:20:29 GMT -5
it's always do this, do that * everything they want to *
Michael stood there and shook his head. She was allowing herself to give up, to give in. What was worse was she had beaten the fight out of him as well. He couldn’t make her understand that she wasn’t evil, no matter how hard he tried. It was something that both frustrated and confused him. Yet he knew it was the truth.
“Look, I get it, you seem to think you are evil, trying to at least appear good. I disagree, but I get it. What I want to know though is this.” Michael didn’t move but he hoped that maybe she could feel his eyes watching her, wondering if she would make any kind of move at his next words. “I’m not going to give up on you. I think you are interesting and a tad been beautiful. If I am allowed I would not mind sticking around more. Maybe as a friend or that weird guy who calls and says hi now and then.” Humor was a man’s best weapon, he didn’t care how many guys you had. Humor could confuse and take people off they’re guard, it could also defuse a situation without anything going wrong. He hoped beyond anything that it would work its wonders now. If love caused strength then he believed humor was stealth.
“Would that be agreeable?”
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Post by Rachel 'Raven' Roth on Jan 23, 2013 16:28:24 GMT -5
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Raven did not speak at first, instead prefering the silence. But she did take action, teleporting them out of her soul-self and back to where this had all started. Now the teenager was sitting at the edge of the building. “Would that be agreeable?” "I don't wish to be cursed but it is something I must bare. I don't think you can do anything about it. However I am fine if you wish to meet up. Do you still wish to stop some crime." |
[/b] Raven had reigned in her emotions again. It was easier in this world. A place that was not her own soul, a place that had not been baptised by her father. Easily, Raven stood up, still at the edge of the buidling and staring out into the darkness. Sometimes she felt a long way from home. After all, her birthplace was Azarath which no longer existed. But that was not home, it was Titans Tower and that wasn't close and nor where her fellow team mates. Even then, she didn't exactly have company. Raven supposed it was something she should try allow. Like emotions. But they did come hand in hand and it was not something that she was willing to risk. So for now, Raven would keep her distance.[/style] tags:Umbra word count: Undefined muse: Within Temptation notes: None. Table Layout By BRY, 2012[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by umbra on Jan 23, 2013 18:28:16 GMT -5
it's always do this, do that * everything they want to * Michael felt a pull and found himself back on the rooftop where he had met Raven. The wind was cold against his unmasked face and ungloved hands. Sounds of the city came back to his ears, his eyes squinted slightly, trying to reacquaint themselves with the undying light of the city. He knew that he had brought an end to their current conversation and his pleading for reason. Raven had brought them from her soul and only waited till then to answer his question.
"I don't wish to be cursed but it is something I must bare. I don't think you can do anything about it. However I am fine if you wish to meet up. Do you still wish to stop some crime." It took all that was in him to keep from starting the argument again but instead he took a deep breath and replaced his mask and hat, then slipped the leather glove back on his hand. This was why he had come here right? To fight crime, to look for trouble and end it? He had strayed away to help in another way that wasn’t exactly what he had planned. Maybe it was time to get back on track.
“Sounds like a plan. Where to?”
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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