http://ragingbeauty.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ragingbeauty.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2010-05-02 07:09 am
Entry tags:

Birthday Post~

[There's a somewhat disheartened Beauty wandering the hallways. Raven officially turned 21 today... but it didn't seem to matter. She hadn't heard from John for a while now, and although she shouldn't really jump to conclusions... well, she assumed maybe he moved on...? She didn't know how breakups worked. She'd never been broken up with before. She tried to tell herself that he was probably just really busy, but she was running out of excuses for him.]

[Sighing, she passes a room with the door slightly ajar. Backtracking, she peers inside. She can see small tables and a dancefloor, along with longer tables holding food and drink. Upon walking inside she finds herself in a black dress and heels, her hair no longer in the usual ponytail but falling freely down her back, curled slightly. She can't help but smile when she sees the large banner at the back of the room that reads "Happy 21st Birthday, Raven!". At least the Nexus didn't forget...]


((PARTY AGAIN. You don't have to change clothing upon walking inside, and there are drinks for kids too. Of course, if you're someone Raven doesn't like she'll probably eject you by force. In pieces. And on fire.))

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
It feels strange to wear regular clothes.

[Vamp is perfectly fine with Raven hugging him as much as she wants. With a small, fond smile, he rubs her back lightly.]

Are you enjoying your celebration?

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
But they're rather impractical when it comes to knife fighting...

[He begins stroking a hand through her hair, taking time to appreciate the way it falls down her back instead of the usual ponytail.]

[Vamp too is glad this happened for her.] Is there anything you would like for your birthday?

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Though I appreciate your confidence in me, it seems pointless to make the shift at this time.

[He continues to stroke her hair, though he's realizing he should probably discuss the latest news with her.]

Raven, I have something I must warn you about.

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Earlier today, I murdered a version of Raiden responsible for my injuries from the other month as well as the recent brutal murder of my former boss.

However... he has threatened to bring others into his revenge. I want to caution you against approaching any cyborg versions of Raiden, and if you find yourself in trouble, to give me a call for backup.

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
...No, Raven. This is a different Raiden and I am not dating the other one either.

[Damn it, woman.]

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
One cannot break up with someone if they have never dated them in the first place.

[He gives Raven a light shove on the side of her head.]

I do not date. Anyone.

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
You thought incorrectly.

[What does it take to get this concept through to her?!]

I have other lovers. [LIKE YOU]
Edited 2010-05-04 23:39 (UTC)

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

[Now, back to more important matters.]

You understand the seriousness of this situation, correct? And you agree to call for backup should you require it?

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-05 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think that would matter to him. He doesn't seem like a family man.

[He smiles, relieved by her answer.]

Good~. My hope is to keep him from involving others than myself in this.

[identity profile] nomorenanos.livejournal.com 2010-05-05 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Certainly the one I'm warning you about is far from father material. The other... would need a few more years at the least.

[It is nice to hear she's concerned about him, but he brushes it off all the same.]

This time he left nothing more than a few bruises.