Sound Wave
Cutscene: Sound Wave
IC Details

Although risky, Raven tries to tap into the source of her recent problems. The results offer her some insight.

IC Date: May 27, 2019
IC Location: Some abandoned building, New York
OOC Notes & Details
Posted: 28 May 2019 04:15
Rating & Warnings:
Associated Plots


Raven had been through this before — several times more than she wanted to experience in the past few weeks — and it got to the point she (maybe literally) tired of watching her regulated sleep schedule slowly slip through her fingers.

No matter how dark or how quiet she kept her sparsely-decorated room, the invisible threads connecting her to the outside world were tugged. Fear came at the forefront, drowning out everything within her extent of awareness. Mere minutes felt like an eternity before it all died off, only to return again at the start of the next hour. Like clockwork, the feeling pulled on her soul, leaving her wide awake in the middle of the night, body tense and drenched in a cold sweat.

Concentrate. Blending in with the shadows, Raven was alone on the roof of an abandoned building, chin tilted down a few degrees, eyes closed off from the rest of the world. It's happening again.

Being alert and on her feet within a thriving nighttime environment didn't make much of a difference; it hit her just as it did then, isolating her in a crowd of faces. Fear was the worst of it, and it crashed against an intangible barrier in a complex network of other emotions like tumultuous waves against breakwater with nowhere to escape to.

A wanting.

A craving.

Eager to please, eager to be worthy of attention. Yet knowing how miserably worthless she (she?) really was.

Compared to the other nights, its ending was decidedly different. For all of the distress it caused her, those feelings faded away, leaving behind an impression of guilt.

She was unfortunately familiar with everything thrown her way, recalling past events that felt more like memories from centuries ago. People were people; they unknowingly bled emotion, even if they didn't mean to. Maintaining control over them was something many had not mastered, and, as they went on with their lives, they would never think they needed to do so.

If it wasn't for her years of training on Azarath, the turmoil of such emotions could have easily driven her insane.

While being in control of her emotions while dealing with everyone else's sucked, for lack of a better term, but Raven dealt with it. For now, she was determined to figure out what — or who — was still broadcasting these feelings across the city.

Her brow furrowed under her peaked hood and the swath of choppy bangs that hid her face from view. She drew in a slow breath and held fast, steeling herself for another round.


Darkness remained, pouring over the ambiance of the city, muting it from the existence she now faced.

Something — someone — was watching her.

Like they had been waiting.

Light cut into the black, bright, blinding, extending past a point she couldn't see.

The cold cut through her, the sound of waves distant in her ears. Water lapped at her heels, splashing over rocks, hollow wood and metal grounding her as the rhythmic creaking and groaning of tethered boats grew louder. And louder.

And louder.

And then it was gone.

Violet eyes snapped open the second things returned to normal. Raven exhaled, resting a pale hand over her chest as she steadied herself. The same sort of weariness fell upon her, but she somehow felt a little more accomplished.

A broad perspective, regardless, but now she had more information in the direction she was already working with.

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