Badfic Manor

[Raven  is currently in the kitchen, doing her usual and making tea. However, this week is apparently not going to make her 'Top 10 plots' list. Her hair was now black instead of violent, her eyes nearly the same shade. Instead of being ashen, her skin is just ghostly pale, and for anyone who may notice, the chakra from her forehead has gone too.
 
But, none of this mattered to her - what did matter was the fact that she no longer had any power to her name. She was weak, far more vulnerable than she had ever been, and she hated it. Loathed it, even. Although her powers were a curse to her, they also provided a brilliant defensive mechanism in both senses. She was now a plain, ordinary girl, and it shook her to her core.

However, now that she was completely powerless, she also felt the constant pangs of emotion - for a human, these would be completely innane, ignorable feelings. Just, passing thoughts. But for Raven, now that she suddenly had no need to control them, suddenly felt...scared. She wasn't used to having to feel things, and now, she had to, whether she wanted to or not.

She's so distracted with these thoughts that she accidentally spills boiling water on her hand. As a result knocks the half filled mug on the floor, the shattered pieces of ceramic mixing with the spilled contents. Putting her hand under the cold tap, Raven closes her eyes and counts back from ten. Although it was only a minor thing, she couldn't stop the pricks of tears at the corners of her eyes forming]

 

Dammit all...

[Raven, now a whole lot younger, is wandering through the Manor, jumping at every noise and feeling less and less at ease. She didn't know how she'd gotten to be here, where ever 'here' was..it looked absolutely nothing like Azarath, and she was starting to feel scared that something was horribly wrong..]

((OOC: Raven's around 7 years old here, she's not in control of her powers at all, and she's pretty scared, so if you'e going to bump into her please be warned she may lash out in self defence XD;;))

[When the feed flickers on, it shows Raven holding a mound of light purple fluff. She doesn't look impressed]

Okay, does this belong to anyone?
 

[The feed is at an awkward angle, only showing a broken, overturned desk and a knocked over book shelf. The floor is covered in broken and destroyed furniture and books, and the only sound that can be heard is deep, demonic laughter. Suddenly, Raven falls in view of the camera on her hands andknees, her breathing heavy and laboured. The second voice continues to laugh and talk, in a completely alien language. Well, alien to everyone but Raven, who is struggling to control herself and her powers;  her eyes are red and glowing, an extra pair above her normal set..]

SHUT UP! I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU!!

[The second voice laughs cruelly]
 

Like Father, like daughter..