Stress... nooooo there's NO stress. ((or as mun calls it: Angst like no tomorrow!))

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven is outside the bar.

She doesn't care that it's dark out, she doesn't care if she's by the lake alone.

She's had a Very rough night.

So far she's managed to meet alternate evil versions of not only herself but her friends, the alternate version of her so frightening violent she had to leave; she's watched her adoptive father Arithon go slowly insane, and to top that off talk to Ramon and help trigger a psychotic episode.


Sometimes.. a girl just needs a good cry.

So there she was out in the woods trying hard not to cry, but failing miserably.

Teenagers. With all the stress she's been under, it's a wonder she hasn't snapped herself.

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EDIT: ((Mun needs to head to bed, so if slow time is possible, I'd appreciate it.))

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[withamagicword]

"Raven? Are yuo-- no tyou are definitely not alright. Can I help?"

The voice is that of the uncertain and worried looking Billy Batson. A teen himself, he'd had a hard week too, and was concerned about her.

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Blinks and looks up at Billy and just shook her head. "Rough week, and it's only Tuesday."

She tried for levity but it failed like a lead balloon.

[withamagicword]

"Truer words were never said."

He sits down near her, but not close enough to be on top of her, trying to be close without intruding... and probably failing.

"M'Sorry you had a bad week. Do you want to talk about it? It's cool if ya dont. S'a nice night out here."

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Didn't mind, not really. "There's not much to talk about."

Well that wasn't necessarily true. "Well, not a lot that wouldn't bore you or scare the hell out of you."

[withamagicword]

I might not know what to say and I may not be able to do anything, but I can listen if ya wanna talk. I am told I am okay at that."

he grins lopsidedly.

"And being afraid isnt too bad, especially if it is with a friend."

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

She couldn't help but smile very faintly. "My friend Arithon, he's going through some problems right now. And I'm pretty worried about him. I went to talk to someone who is partially the cause of his problems and ... I apparently said something that upset him to the point that he tried to hurt himself."

[withamagicword]

"Wow. That must have been pretty frightening. And pretty weird too."

He lightly reaches out to touch her arm. Nothing more than reassurance.

"I'm sorry about your friend. Has it been happening long?"

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

"Too long." She frowned. "I was hoping that if I talked to Ramon it'd shed some light, but instead I made it worse."

She didn't seem to mind the reassuring touch, if anything it helped ground her more.

[withamagicword]

He shifted to face her more.

"You didnt mean to. You couldnt have known."

He heard echoes of his own mind and his past when he tried to help in an incident and killed someone accidentally.

"Sounds like an reallty bad situation. And tough on those watching too."

[valehero.livejournal.com]

"Something troubling you?" Isaac asks. It's not common seeing many out around his usual area of the bar.

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Laughed a bit at the question. "That's an understatement Isaac."

She sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Rough night. that's all. I'll get over it."

[valehero.livejournal.com]

Isaac looks to her, a bit in worry. "...Perhaps I may be able to help?"

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

"There's not much you can do." She pulled her hood up around her head. "Not unless you can get rid of some alternate version of myself as well as make someone I care about sane again."

[valehero.livejournal.com]

He looks to the side, then back to her with a single nod. "I can see what I can do..."

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

"Don't. It's not even worth considering. She's an alternate version of me, evil. The person I'd have become if I had let myself become persuaded by my darker influences."

[valehero.livejournal.com]

Isaac looks to her a bit in sadness. "Very well then." He waves a hand and a small boulder pushes itself up from the ground near her with a rumble and he takes a seat on it. "Perhaps just being able to talk could help you then, if my Psyenergy cannot?"

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

"I'm just afraid she'll go to my world. That's all I'm worried about; her and her friends will destroy everything."

[valehero.livejournal.com]

He nods in reply. "Understandable"