Of Shadow and Flame

Chapter 2: Live

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. I don't even have a share in Warner Brother's or DC Comic's stock, so don't sue me if something shows up here that unintentionally matches the comics, or somebody else's ideas. Also, the whole real scenario here is mine, as well as all the new characters I bring in.

This chapter is probably the most important, so it's very long. Also, read the Character Talk at the end for a few laughs and some hints about the story. Hey, you might even want to go back and read the one from the last chapter! Constructive Criticism still appreciated!

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Raven watched the T-car roar past. Her friends hadn't made it easy to get out of the Tower, especially with Cyborg setting the security system to full alert. It wouldn't have even been possible if it weren't for the tunnel Cyborg had recently built for his car. The video system wasn't fully operational yet, so Raven had managed to get out that way, but Robin, if not all of the Titans, would know which way she'd gone. They'd check the tape and see Raven leaving, but by then, hopefully, she'd have already found her way out of the city. Ironically, Raven had been against building the tunnel.

Raven slipped out of the shadows next to the tunnel entrance and calmly walked down the street. She would take a train out of the city and be in Metropolis by morning, and from there she would catch a bus to someplace less conspicuous. Someplace with fewer super villains, at least.

Raven looked in the shop windows as she walked, not really seeing them. She was dimly aware of it when she walked past an electronics store with TV's blazing in the window. A report cut in on the dog food commercial suddenly. "This just in, the Teen Titans have issued a quarantine on Jump City! All civilians are to keep an eye out for Raven, who is missing from the tower for unknown reasons..." The message repeated as Raven stared at the dull looking man displayed on every TV.

"Since when can they quarantine the city?" Raven whispered as a picture of herself was displayed on the TVs, as the voice continued to urge all viewers to keep an eye out for Raven. Raven wasn't entirely surprised at the Titan's concern. It was touching, really, but sealing off the entire city? Certainly it was too much. Not to mention it put a serious kink in her plans.

Raven darted into the closest alleyway and pressed her body against the wall. People were all over the street, even this late at night. Not many of them would have seen the report, but there was no sense taking chances.

Raven slipped down the alleyway, pulling up the hood on her sweater as she went. It was cold enough to justify the hood, and hopefully she wouldn't draw attention if she pretended to be with someone in the crowd.

Raven rejoined the crowd, shifting her bundle in what she hoped was a casual manner. She'd need a place to wait out the Titans, and the slums seemed like the best choice...if nobody recognized her.

Raven stepped in beside a young man and smiled at him. He turned bright red and swallowed. He started giving Raven nervous little glances the further they went, and he started sweating. Raven could have laughed at his response. She wasn't that pretty, after all.

Raven still felt a little guilty when she turned down and side alley and left the man standing there with a heartbroken look on his face.

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Raven stared at the poster, seeing it clearly for the first time. The sun was finally coming up, and people were starting to go about their usual jobs.

Raven was sitting with her back to an alley wall, looking at a particularly new poster on the opposite wall, considering what she'd need to do to get out of town. The streets, walls, and pretty much everything else was in a state of severe disrepair from near constant use, and the remarkably thick layer of grime didn't make the place any more appealing. The population here were mostly foreign immigrants who weren't familiar with English or the Titans, so, in short, it was the best place Raven could hide.

Well, at least that part was clear. The city wouldn't allow the quarantine to go on indefinitely, so Raven would just have to wait until her friends were forced to let it go. It was the time in between that was a problem.

The poster was a job offer for a counter job in a mystical oddities shop. Pretty run of the mill, basic looking job, but just the sort of temporary occupation Raven could be reasonably comfortable with. She memorized the address and stood up to take her bearings. She found the street sign, which was nearly illegible thanks to the bullet holes, and started off, hands thrust into her sweater pockets. The instant she turned away, the poster disintegrated.

The slums weren't just a place for poor immigrants. The street sign was proof enough that some criminal elements were present, and judging from the smashed windows, bullet holes, and poorly patched walls, Raven guessed that there were at least two gangs in the area. The police force almost never bothered with the slums unless they had direct orders to track someone down, so they probably hadn't contributed to the damage at all.

She checked the barely legible house addresses as she made her way down the street. The shop she was looking for was, theoretically, only another block down the road.

She passed a heavily damaged, but remarkably clean, mini-mart on her way down the street. Aside from this, the streets were lined with apartment complexes, a small bank that looked like it got robbed every day, and, supposedly, a mystical oddities shop. Raven Seriously doubted that last one; why would there be a magic shop here? It wasn't like gangsters would buy talismans, after all.

And there it was, right on the corner, sticking out like a sore thumb.

The shop was probably the newest thing on the entire street. It couldn't possibly have been there more than a few days, because its paint was still bright and the shop windows were still clean enough to see through. A "Help Wanted" sign was hanging in the window right below the shop's main sign, which was a sword, scroll, and ring painted in flamboyant greens, gold's and reds with the words Magical Oddities written in gold beneath the pictures.

Raven pushed the door to the shop open with a sigh. Unless the shop got a layer of grime to match the others overnight, it wouldn't do. The Mini-mart looked like a half decent choice, though.

"Just a moment!" someone said from behind the counter. Objects clattered to the ground, someone grunted, and a couple of rolled parchments flew through the air before a startlingly handsome young man popped his head up from behind the counter. "Feel free to look around, I'll be with you as soon as I get this blasted cabinet to stop opening!"

Raven stared in amazement for a moment as the man renewed his clatterings and gruntings, struggling mightily with something behind the counter. It sounded like he was losing. Raven shook her head in amazement, and looked at the wall behind the man.

The wall behind the counter was covered in shelves, which were in turn filled with empty flasks of every possible size and shape. There were plain clear flasks, blue ones, red ones, green ones and black ones. Some looked like they were made of transparent gold, others were shaped like dragons or other mythical creatures. One looked like a coiled snake with a sword in its mouth as a stopper, and another like a human heart with legs. Raven stared at the one made to look like an obsidian angel is mild surprise for a moment, then she shifted to look at the back wall.

The far wall was covered with odd jewelry, ranging from crowns, to earrings, to anklets and rings. They were all unique, ranging from simple golden bands with engraved symbols to long silvery necklaces with blue stones set into them to an elaborate crown with a pair of rubies fashioned to look like a set of eyes. They even seemed to follow Raven as she shifted from foot to foot. It was remarkably disturbing; She could of sword the part of the mask that looked like a mask was smiling at her. Raven abruptly shifted to the final wall.

The wall directly to Raven's right was covered with a variety of scrolls, books, weapons, armor, crystals, and even a few objects Raven couldn't make head or tail of. The Swords were all set on their own little stands carefully and the armor was hanging from the bottom of the shelves. There was an entire shelf covered with carefully stacked and labeled flattened seal parchments. Raven noticed, in some dismay, that she had absolutely no idea what these scrolls said. They might as well have been real, the writing was so strange. On the top shelf, books were stacked in a haphazard way to one side so the crystals could shine in the best places on the shelf. The large gemstones were remarkably beautiful, but Raven couldn't approve of shoving around books to show off some rocks. At the very back of the shop, nearly hidden behind some bizarre and totally foreign objects, was a thin door. It was covered with thousands of runes of a variety of sizes from the top of the door to the bottom, where a strange, bluish metal made up an edge of the door.

"See anything you want?" Raven jumped and turned to look at the man. He was slightly over six feet tall, though at first Raven thought he was taller. He was dressed in a loose, gray, long-sleeved shirt that left his neck bare and covered his arms down to his fingers. He wore a pair of baggy black pants with a piece of dark gray cloth wrapped around his waist to hold them in place, which served to hold a pen as well. He had startling, long silver hair which he'd loosely tied back, but his face was what set him apart from any man Raven had ever seen before. He was beautiful. His face was smooth, calm, handsome, not entirely masculine, and his deep green eyes complimented his hair nicely. Raven's eyes widened when she realized he didn't have any pupils.

"Ah, I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?" The man asked, smile fading slightly.

"Oh, no, it's just...your eyes look..." Raven blushed bright red at her mistake.

"Oh, is that all! They're just contacts," He answered, relieved. "So, anything else you want, or were you just concerned?"

"I, uh, saw your ad and..." Raven stuttered. Her mind was racing, and coming up utterly, utterly blank. She couldn't even think strait with those eyes fixed on her.

"Great! I pay fifteen dollars an hour. I'd expect you to work a six hour shift every day but Sunday, unless you want to work extra. You can start whenever you like," He said, smiling. Raven stared at his strange eyes, not so sure he was wearing contacts. Then again, the color did look pretty fake.

He waited patiently for an answer, but after a few moments his smile faded and he folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"By the way, my name's Falchion. What's yours?" He asked, sitting back on the stool behind the counter, smiling again. Funny, she must have missed that when she looked the first time.

"I'm..." Raven snapped back to herself, pulling her eyes away from his, "...Fiona."

"Well, Fiona, do you want the job?" Falchion asked, diverting his attention to one of the larger flasks on the wall behind him.

"Sure...I'll just need to get settled in...somewhere," Raven said, backing up. Falchion glanced in her direction, and those strange green eyes bore into her again.

"Can I expect you about eight tomorrow morning?" Falchion asked sweetly, smiling again. Raven nodded shakily.

"I'll show you what to do tomorrow, then," Falchion said, picking up the bottle and turning away from Raven. "Goodbye, Fiona."

Raven mumbled something unintelligible, that might have been a farewell, and bolted out the door.

She ran into the alleyway next to the shop and slumped against the wall.

"What's wrong with me?" Raven said, putting a hand on her face. "I completely blew it...and where in the world did I get Fiona from?"

Raven stayed there for a moment, thinking about the annoying situation she'd just gotten herself into. She should go back and say she couldn't take the job, but then she'd have to confront those eyes again...well, she'd have to tell him tomorrow, anyways. And she would need a place to live until the Quarantine was over and she could leave, so she might as well take care of that first.

Raven shoved off the wall and headed for the apartment complex with the fewest bullet holes.

Falchion watched her go from the window as he hung up a few ancient, dark tapestries. His smile slipped away, his eyes narrowing, and a slight smirk touched his lips, but only for the briefest of moments.

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The walls were flaking, the windows were caked with dust, or worse, and the room was pathetically small. Raven looked at the paint peeling off the wall and sighed. Well, at least it was cheap.

The pitiful apartment Raven had rented for the minimal price of one hundred dollars, counting services like laundry and using the single bathroom in the entire building, was roughly ten feet long and six feet wide. There was a single window at the far end, a small sink, which looked more likely to spew sewage than water, a stove with no signs of use, and a bed. The rafters were exposed on the six foot ceiling, and rather than carpet, the floor was just painted concrete. Raven shook her head and looked at the metal pole sticking out of the wall next to the sink. The previous patron had done her a favor and left a couple of coat hangers on the pole, or else Raven wouldn't have guessed it would serve as her closet.

"This is going to take a lot of work," Raven said sullenly as she walked across the room and put a hand on the bed. Dust went everywhere.

Raven grabbed the window and forced it open, choking on the dust. It tasted like the room hadn't been used for years, but in fact it had only been built a year or so ago.

Raven looked around at the yellowish-tan wall and the brown ceiling, down at the grey bed, and realized she'd have to use even more of her money to fix it up. Raven sighed. She only had about another two hundred dollars to spend after rent.

Falchion's offer was starting to sound a lot better after Raven visited the Mini Mart. The place was clean enough, but the most they could pay was one dollar an hour. And besides, the Help Wanted sign was missing from Falchion's window. If she missed this opportunity, all the money would be gone in a few weeks and even her disgusting apartment wouldn't be there for her. Though, it wouldn't be nearly so bad once Raven was finished with it.

Spray paint was all the Mini mart carried, but Raven found a good blue black color. After an hour or so of scraping, the poor quality tan paint was gone and the remarkably smooth construction board underneath was ready for some paint. Raven wasn't stupid, if a bit unorthodox. She opened the window, sprayed with one hand and held her sweater over her mouth with the other. Every few minutes Raven had to flee from the paint fumes and wait for them to disperse before continuing, but after about another hour and a half, the walls and ceiling were hidden behind a coat of paint thick enough to completely smooth out the irregular spots on the wall.

Tossing out the third can, Raven surveyed the apartment. It almost looked like someone could live here, now. Now it was time to try that filthy sink.

Raven turned on the water, and, not surprisingly, nothing came out. Raven checked under the sink and found a place for her apartment key and unlocked it. Now the water came out, and not dirty at all. It was supposed to be drinkable, but Raven wasn't quite ready to test that one.

After a few moments the gallon sized sink was full and Raven added a healthy supply of soap before picking up the scrub brush she'd bought. The sink came clean remarkably quickly and the floor was just as easy. It only took her about fifteen minutes with such a small room, and she was glad of the soap smell overwriting the residual paint fumes.

Raven looked at the bed dismally. It looked like a pale brown bed, but Raven knew better. It was actually a mass of dust and infectious diseases waiting for its next victim. Raven ripped the covers and sheets off and picked up the small box spring bed. She wouldn't beat it in here, not after all that scrubbing.

Raven put the covers and sheets into the washing machine and picked up a piece of spare lumber, that looked like it might have been a chair leg, and took to the box frame. Each blow let out cloud after cloud of dust, and by the time Raven's sheets were ready for the drier, she was half-dead from dust and the box frame was almost white.

The bed looked usable now, and with a few quick wipes the inside of the window was clean. Raven looked around at the almost totally unrecognizable room and smiled. It was clean. She was filthy. Raven took out the dress and some under wear and headed for the bathroom. It was empty, and, according to the landlord, it was first come first serve. Raven made sure the door was locked while she bathed.

Raven washed her jeans and sweater after her shower and headed up to her room to eat. She'd bought a small pan and some canned food at the store, and without her powers, so much work had made her hungry. Normally she wouldn't need food on a regular basis, but she was nearly human now, and eating was something humans had to do. It was quite an annoyance.

Raven flopped down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Then the problem of getting up by eight occurred to her, and she sat up. Another trip to the Mini-mart later, and Raven had only another hundred dollars left.

"Well, so much for my grand plans," Raven mumbled as she stared at the little alarm clock that cost so much money. She was asleep almost before her eyes closed.

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Raven jolted awake as the alarm blared, and for a moment she thought she was back in the Tower. Then it all came back, along with an odd pain in her stomach; it took a moment for Raven to realize the pain was hunger. Raven leapt out of the bed, pulled on her sweater and her shoes and ate the scanty remnants of last nights dinner with distaste. She locked the door on her way out and set off for the shop, and the job it looked like she was stuck with.

A large golden bell hanging from the top of the door clanged cheerily when Raven pushed open the door. Raven looked at the shop in surprise; The windows had been mostly blocked off with several large, incredibly intricate tapestries and the previously empty bottles behind the counter were now all filled with potions that ranged from a total absence of color to the most spectacular of hues. Falchion, however, was nowhere to be seen.

"Hello?" Raven called, checking behind the counter. She sighed and leaned against the counter in annoyance. If she'd known he'd be late, she wouldn't have gotten up so early.

The door in the back opened without a sound, and Falchion turned an inquisitive eye toward the girl leaning on his counter. Raven didn't even notice he was there.

"I'm sorry, was eight a little early?" Falchion said sincerely as he made his way around the counter. "You still seem to be asleep."

Raven jumped and pushed away from the counter, turning to face him. He smiled and sat down on the stool as he reached under the counter and pulled out a laptop computer.

"Well, if you're ready, I'll get everything set. In the meantime, would you like something to drink?" Falchion asked as the laptop blazed to life.

"Sure, if it isn't any trouble," Raven said, glancing about. There didn't look to be anything to drink except whatever was inside the bottles.

Falchion laughed and filled a cup from a Hot Water bottle that he apparently kept under the counter.

"I hope you don't mind tea, it's all I keep around to drink besides water," Falchion said as he handed Raven the cup.

"I used to live off the stuff!" Raven said happily. She took a small sip of the tea and froze, confusion clouding her brow.

"You, uh, do not approve of the taste?" Falchion said, smiling nervously. He closed his eyes and half- whimpered, half-laughed anxiously.

"No, it's just...this is really good," Raven said with a wide grin, laughing once. She took several long sips, and Falchion sagged in relief. He opened a program on the computer and cracked his knuckles.

"Right, let's get you signed in. First off, I'll need your full name," Falchion said as he set his hands on the keyboard and smiled at Raven. Raven almost choked.

Of course he'd want her full name! And she'd had all that time while she was scrubbing to think of one, too!

"Eh, Fiona...," Raven said hurriedly casting an eye towards the obsidian angel bottle, now filled with an eerie red fluid. "Angel."

"Home address, phone number, Social security number, and any insurance you have," Falchion said, throwing a bored look at Raven.

"Maybe this would be easier if I did it myself," Raven said, setting down her tea. Falchion raised an eye brow and spun the laptop around to face Raven. Raven typed in her apartment address, phone number, just in case she decided to get one, and a fake social security number. It looked real enough, and chances were that he wouldn't check it, seeing as how they were living in the slums.

"Well, now that that's settled," Falchion said as he turned the computer back and filled in some more information, saved it, and turned off the machine. "I think it's time I tell you just what to do."

Falchion hopped off the stool, snatched a pad and pen from underneath the counter and threw them to Raven. She managed to catch them after they hit her in the midriff.

"Now, before we start, I've got two very simple rules. First, under no circumstances are you to go through that door," Falchion said coolly, pointing at the door as he walked around the counter. "Second, don't touch anything unless I say it's alright. Only about half the stuff in here if for sale right now, and some of it, the swords, for example, is quite dangerous."

Raven nodded quickly.

"Well, then here's what's for sale. The potions, once they're labeled, these six swords, all the armor, all the rings, and the first row of necklaces. The first six crystals and all of the scrolls are for sale, and the charm stones will also have a price tag later," Falchion said, pointing at the various objects as he and Raven, who was busily taking notes, went in a slow circle around the room. By the time Raven got back to the counter, it was already apparent that Falchion was going to do all of the preparations and Raven was just going to sell the stuff. It was, quite nearly, an insult to her magical expertise, but then again, he didn't know that.

"Is that all?" Raven asked sarcastically. Falchion paused, raised a finger, lowered it, raised it again, and shook his head no.

"I might be gone for a while from time to time, but not more than a week, I promise. In the meantime, you'll have to run the shop on your own, so there's a spare set of keys under the counter for you," Falchion said as he pushed himself up on the counter and sat cross-legged facing Raven.

"How can I contact you if something happens?" Raven asked, looking up from her pad. Falchion rubbed his chin a few times and shrugged.

"Beats me! I don't carry a cell phone when I go out, but if I happen to head someplace where there's a phone, I'll tell you," Falchion said as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers, resting his chin on his fingers, and smiling broadly. Raven felt her face go a little red and reflexively pulled her hood up.

"Got it. Where do I put money after a sale? You don't seem to have a cash register," Raven asked, gesturing to the vacant spot on the countertop.

"Oh, that. There's a safe back there and a small money box with a credit card slider built into it," Falchion answered, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "There's also more pads and a phone for taking specific orders."

"I'm ready to start whenever you want," Raven said, tucking the pen and pad into her front pocket.

"Tch, are you joking? This shop opens tomorrow, at the earliest! Although...," Falchion said, leaning back and setting his head to a side. "I could use some help finishing the preparations."

Raven shrugged. It wasn't like she had anything better to do.

Falchion hopped off the counter and pulled a large rolled sheet of labels out of the arm of his shirt and unrolled it with a grin.

"You can label the potions. The names are descriptive, so it shouldn't take too long for you to finish," Falchion said, holding out the sheet to Raven. "There's a chart under the counter that tells you what they do, if you're interested."

"I was wondering what a few of them were, actually," Raven said, taking the sheet. Falchion smiled and walked to the back room door in a swirl of silver hair. He had forgotten to tie it back, apparently.

Falchion reappeared a few moments later with a stack of books, each of which looked several hundred years old and at least a couple thousand pages thick. Raven made a mental note to read those later.

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The labeling kept Raven occupied until noon That day, at which point Falchion told her she should go get some lunch. When Raven came back, the shop was empty. A note sitting on top of her labels said that she was to handle the shop and finish the labeling until he was back.

Raven stared at the letter in disbelief. He'd warned her, of course, but it certainly wasn't normal to leave a new employee alone with one's business on their first day, especially if they hadn't done anything particularly trustworthy yet. Raven shook her head and picked up the label sheet.

Falchion didn't come back for three days. Raven spent the first two days reading the largest of Falchion's books, Historical Poems of the Golden Era, and doing just what it asked her to: writing some poems about her past. She was just starting a poem about her life with the Titans when the door bell clanged.

Raven looked up at the young boy in mild annoyance. He was very small, very thin, and terrified. Raven sighed and closed the book. He was probably here on some kind of ridiculous dare.

"Can I help you with something?" Raven asked as sweetly as she could. She had no idea how intimidating she looked with the enormous book in front of her and the rows of bottles, many of which did look like they contained pickled remains.

"I I'm supposed to give you this..." the boy said shakily, holding up a grubby piece of paper and edging towards the counter.

Raven reached forward and gently took the note, at which the boy dashed out the door as quickly as he could. Raven shook her head and looked at the note.

"We'll be by tomorrow to collect our order. Have it ready," the note read. Raven turned it over and groaned. Falchion hadn't mentioned anything like this! Raven was positive there was nothing about it in the computer, and she didn't have the combination to the safe, and the backroom was of limits. Raven leaned back on the stool and decided there was nothing she could do without more information.

Her stomach chose that moment to complain. Raven strongly disliked hunger; it was starting to drive her nuts, having to eat instead of choosing to. She hopped off he stool, pulled up her hood, and strolled out of the shop.

She didn't even notice the figure that slid out of the shadows behind her and followed her into the alley way that served as a short cut to her apartment.

"Well, well, well, lookee what we've got here!" A badly disguised voice said. Raven looked up and spotted the four or five men standing roughly twenty feet in front of her. They all chuckled at their leader's comment.

"It's a cute little girly, girl! What d'ya say boys, she's cute, ain't she?" The leader continued, walking forward. He was, to Raven's mild annoyance, African American. She considered any criminal with skin remotely similar to Cyborg's an insult to her friend. The rest of his gang, who looked to mostly be Asian and White, chuckled in agreement with their leader's comment.

Raven got ready to run and noticed the two Hispanic men walking up behind her, both with similar grins to the men in front of her.

Raven narrowed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and got ready for a struggle. She didn't have a chance without her powers, but still, it wouldn't be too easy for them. Raven turned and glared at the leader.

But he wasn't looking at Raven anymore.

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Author's note: So, how was that? I know the thing I keep calling a sweater probably has another name, but I don't know what it is, so deal with it. Sorry it took so long to update, but someone keeps nagging me about the PSAT. I think I'm starting to get into my familiar writing spot with this fic, though; next chapter is still setting up, so don't blame me for a lack of action. There will be plenty of fighting from chapter 4 onward. I've already written the best fight scene already...I just wish it was animated!

By the way, is the font too small?

Character Talk

Me: Well, that

Raven: What are you doing to my mind?

Falchion: What are you doing to my mystique?

Me: Well, you can feel emotions, Falchion's a handsome guy...and Falchion, you're mystique is all but gone by the end of chapter four, so quite moaning.

Raven: Chapter? What, you mean this is some kind of book to you?

Falchion: Not a book, he said it was a fanfic, which basically means he doesn't have the guts to make his own stuff.

Raven: Oh, so you mean he's a loser?

Me: I don't believe what I'm hearing! I created you, and you're a 1950's remake!

Raven: Huh, I have no connection to that ridiculous comic book! I'm nothing like that bimbo!

Falchion: Well, you are running around in a skin tight costume with bare legs...

Raven: Whose side are you on?

Me: His own side, of course!

Raven: And how do you know that?

Me: I created him! I wrote this fan fiction! Shut up and get out of my face, bimbo!

Falchion: Next episode, Fateful Encounter! What will the future hold for the Teen Titans? (Shoves Me and Raven out of the way with one hand, smiles and gives you a thumbs up with the other)

Raven: Bimbo? You better take that back right now!

Me: Or else what? I'll make you do something really embarrassing next chapter if you hurt me! Raven, put down that car! AAAAAHHH!

Falchion: Hey...

Raven: Hold on, I just want to crush you like a bug!

Falchion:...nobody's paying attention to me...

Me: AAGH! It's Raven's fault! I'm not paying for that building!

Raven: You'd better, you nimble little brat! You made me spend all my money, remember?

Falchion: Well, at least I still have my loyal Fan Girls!

Me: You aren't an Anime Character!

Raven: What about me?

Me: Nope.