HealerAriel: *is hugging Raven*
Raven: Ack! Get off me, psycho-bitch! *slaps her away*
HealerAriel: But you're my muse!
Raven: ...What the hell are you talking about?
HealerAriel: You inspire me to do creative stuff!
Raven: Yeah, well...get Van or Irvine or someone to be your muse, if it means hugging.
HealerAriel: What's your beef with hugging?
Raven: Bad-asses like myself DO NOT hug. It's against our principles.
HealerAriel: Yeah. You keep being harder than a shot of moonshine, and I'll let these people read the poem that I wrote about YOU, by the way.
Raven: About time. You talk too damn much.
HealerAriel: ...Shut up.
Raven: ^_~ (a wink for the ladies; he's very charming when he wants to be) Enough about her, lets talk about me!
It has consumed him
He has no control of it anymore,
This life he has created is like a nightmare,
That he cannot wake up from
His heart is so hardened
That the dying screams of his victims mean nothing to him
The taste of blood,
The smell of fear;
Once these cut into him like a razor,
But no more.
The demon in an innocent boy's soul
Has transformed him into a ruthless murderer,
A monster that feeds off destruction,
A beast, terrible and beautiful as an inferno
Of brilliant orange flames.
He looks out on this Hell he's wrought single-handedly,
The scent of the scorched landscape filling the air,
And the demon that controls him
Declares victory once again.
HealerAriel: *sniff* Isn't it beautiful? See, Raven, you inspire me!
Raven: I am not that much of a jerk, am I?
HealerAriel: Yeah, you are, but you're cute, so we can let that slide. Okay! Till next time, folks!
*curtain closes on Raven shouting, "Don't play with me, am I really that much of a jerk?"*
Raven: Ack! Get off me, psycho-bitch! *slaps her away*
HealerAriel: But you're my muse!
Raven: ...What the hell are you talking about?
HealerAriel: You inspire me to do creative stuff!
Raven: Yeah, well...get Van or Irvine or someone to be your muse, if it means hugging.
HealerAriel: What's your beef with hugging?
Raven: Bad-asses like myself DO NOT hug. It's against our principles.
HealerAriel: Yeah. You keep being harder than a shot of moonshine, and I'll let these people read the poem that I wrote about YOU, by the way.
Raven: About time. You talk too damn much.
HealerAriel: ...Shut up.
Raven: ^_~ (a wink for the ladies; he's very charming when he wants to be) Enough about her, lets talk about me!
It has consumed him
He has no control of it anymore,
This life he has created is like a nightmare,
That he cannot wake up from
His heart is so hardened
That the dying screams of his victims mean nothing to him
The taste of blood,
The smell of fear;
Once these cut into him like a razor,
But no more.
The demon in an innocent boy's soul
Has transformed him into a ruthless murderer,
A monster that feeds off destruction,
A beast, terrible and beautiful as an inferno
Of brilliant orange flames.
He looks out on this Hell he's wrought single-handedly,
The scent of the scorched landscape filling the air,
And the demon that controls him
Declares victory once again.
HealerAriel: *sniff* Isn't it beautiful? See, Raven, you inspire me!
Raven: I am not that much of a jerk, am I?
HealerAriel: Yeah, you are, but you're cute, so we can let that slide. Okay! Till next time, folks!
*curtain closes on Raven shouting, "Don't play with me, am I really that much of a jerk?"*