This takes place in that moment just outside of Ragou's mansion in Nor Harbour. Raven's shown up and is about to make your life a little bit difficult. Because…that's what Raven does. If I didn't love him so much I'd shank him I think.
This was inspired by simply knowing Raven's backstory and thinking "Well, why the hell not?"
Italics are all flashback goodness.
Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing. Not even my Altair RAVEN figure…because it keeps getting delayed in shipping. *SOB*
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"Huh? I don't recall giving you my name old man," the raven haired young man's grey eyes bore into his own sea blue ones.
Inwardly Raven laughed. The kid probably didn't remember their first meeting. Their first real meeting. Of course, that had been over a decade ago and Raven had been a completely different man then. That was a time in his life that he tried really hard to forget about. Remembering a dead man's life was just too depressing. But, occasionally, events would happen or people would appear in this life that made forgetting the past really difficult.
"Hey! Watch it old man." Damuron down through hazy eyes to glare at the child who had just run into him. Said child was glaring up at him with piercing grey eyes.
"Who're ya callin' old?" he managed to slur out. In the six months that he had been in Zaphias he had managed to accomplish two things. The first was finding drinking buddies in his unit and the second was that all the best Taverns were in the Lower Quarter of the grand imperial city. " 'Sides…Wha's a runt like you doin' out this late?" Damuron narrowed his eyes at the kid, trying to get a less hazy image of him. He could make out black hair that hung to just below his ears and the grey eyes. Those damn grey eyes were still doing their own glaring. Everything else, though, was a blur causing the young soldier to wonder if perhaps he had had too much to drink.
"Who're you calling a runt, ya drunk?" the child crossed his arms across his chest.
"Yuri!" The child in front of him stopped glaring and turned his grey eyes to the one who had called out his name. Damuron, in turn, focused his clouded gaze in that direction as well wondering how he had managed to miss the small blonde companion that was with the kid Yuri. "Yuri, he's a soldier in the Imperial Army. Show some respect," the blonde child admonished with a glare.
"Yeah…wha' th' blonde kid said. Show some 'spect…" Damuron nodded, feeling as though he had made his point. Instead he was gifted with the black haired child, Yuri, glaring back at him with one lone eyebrow raised in annoyance.
"Not much of a soldier, Flynn. He's what's wrong with that group of people. Seriously, lookit him…" The blonde child, Flynn, looked up at Damuron with his eyes narrowed just slightly.
"Well, there is that. But, still, until we can change it don't start any fights with them."
Yuri shrugged in response.
"Who's starting fights? I'm just starting the obvious." The two kids sidestepped the taller man and continued bickering about right and wrong as they left him behind, forgotten. It was minutes after that encounter that he had the encounter that changed his life. That was the night he had met Canary for the first time and had found himself pinned to the wall, his clothing now full of arrows.
Raven didn't think explaining all that right now would really benefit anyone. So, instead, he held up a wanted ad for the raven haired youth in front of him.
"It bears a strong resemblance to ya, doncha think?"