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[creator_raven]

Raven is in the bar, seated crosslegged in front of the fire.

He watches the flames, and occasionally takes a bite from an apple.

There are no cookies in sight.

There is, however, an empty plate with a few crumbs on it nearby.

This may be suspicious.

Come talk, he likes company.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

A fresh plate of cookies is placed beside him. The hand that places it has delicate but tough webbing between each finger.

"Hello, Raven," Naraht says as she slides out of her chair to sit on the floor next to him.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks, several times, shakes his head, and looks up.

"Hello, Naraht. It goes well, I hope?"

His eyes go oddly unfocussed, for a moment, and then they are merely black and very bright.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

"Quite well," she says, stretching. "Took my life into my own hands and started learning how to ride a horse yesterday...and paid for it this morning." She chuckles. "I'm given to believe it's an unavoidable phenomenon in novice riders."

She turns to stare into the fire herself, as if looking for answers...or maybe questions...in the flames.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks.

"I had thought that was mostly when riding astride. Interesting, perhaps."

He grins.

"You are feeling not yourself, perhaps? Or more yourself. It is a similar feeling, I think."

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

At a nearby table, there's a Watcher with a book on Sumerian mythology. Also a cup of tea that he occasionally sipped. He glanced over briefly.

[creator_raven]

Raven feels the attention, and, though it takes several moments, he eventually stirs himself, and turns to look.

"Hello. You watch things frequently, then?"

He grins.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles blinked at that, "I do, though surpised that you pointed it out. We haven't met, correct? Or you don't have me mistaken for someone else? I know there is one other who looks like me here."

[creator_raven]

Raven quirks a grin.

"You were watching me. It is a fair question, I think."

Raven, perhaps, has broad definitions of 'watching'.

Or perhaps not.

[yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com]

A shadow of concern is darkening Yugi's bright eyes as he takes a seat to Raven's left, drawing his knees up against his chest with both arms. He isn't wearing his uniform jacket, today, so the tight black and the silver metal of the shirt and the collar below are clearly visible.

He fishes in one pocket, then breaks the cookie in two, offering half to Raven. "What's wrong?"

[creator_raven]

It takes Raven several minutes, but eventually he blinks, and stirs.

He turns to Yugi, and grins, eyes black and bright.

"I am well. It is merely restlessness. It is a usual thing, almost."

[yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com]

The several minutes are terribly worrying, and Yugi is on the verge of jostling him a bit when he finally speaks. "Are you sure?" he murmurs, brow furrowing, as he lets his hand fall again. "I hate feeling like that," he says after a moment more. "Sometimes it almost hurts."

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs.

"It is more like itching, perhaps. I am not much of one for pain."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie also has no cookies. But he does hve his guitar, and that is yay.

"Hey, Raven," he says quietly and sits at his side.

[creator_raven]

Several moments pass, but eventually Raven stirs.

"Hello, Charlie. Things are well again, I hope?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"They're better. Thanks to you. So, thank you."

[creator_raven]

Raven wrinkles his nose, then grins.

"I help where I can."

He tilts his head.

"You are welcome, though. I think humans regard saying this as polite, perhaps?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom doesn't particularly. Too bad for Thom! Some people are merciless.

He seems to have been attracted by the fire. By way of an afterthought*

Hello.

[creator_raven]

It takes several seconds for Raven to bestir himself, but eventually he blinks, and looks up.

"Hello."

He grins.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

He is being watched by a dark pair of eyes.

A pair much younger than his own.

But still worried.

[creator_raven]

Eventually Raven stirs, and looks up.

"Hello, Ace."

Funny how he didn't need to look to know who it was.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She doesn't like this 'eventually' business.

"Are you alright, Raven?"

[sai_delgado]

She's carrying hot chocolate, on her way over to the couch by the fireplace, but slows as she sees Raven sitting still, staring into the flames.

"Sai Raven?" It's a little worried.

[creator_raven]

It takes Raven several moments to notice her. Or to respond, rather.

"Susan."

He smiles.

"I am distracted, perhaps. It is odd."

[sai_delgado]

"So I see, sai," she says gently. "But are thee well?"

Susan settles on a chair nearby, rather than the couch, so that she can look more easily at him, without having to stare into the flames herself.