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The Last- There's a reason for that. The actual saying will come up later, but it's more of a play on words than anything else. Besides, that makes her hyper-sensitive to word tone and smells (the mind relies on them a lot more than people think) and touch. Well, B's DNA changed, so I think he'd count as a green for the phenotype and genotype. All right, one vote for green.

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They-Call-Me-Orange- I know the feeling. I would watch, but for the past few days it's been the Terra saga. Again. I don't see why people don't get it- always trust the borderline-creepy girl when she doesn't like someone. I mean, the girl's an empath, basically, when her powers aren't going nuts. She always knows. Vote on the green vs. violet poll- I might even go with the majority later. Maybe.

Regrem Erutaerc- Well, that's another story. There is one in the works. I have a complete plot for another story, but it's a completely different genre/setting, and I haven't posted it yet, so I just might write more BB-Rae. Assuming they survive this story, of course- becoming presumptuous is never good.

XPhoenixX- Yep, two in twenty-four hours. I finally had time to type. Well, I've seen green eyes. Violet are just cool, because the person is pretty much automatically gifted with some fantastic thing or another. One-sided witty banter was actually something I said to a particularly dense person at lunch- obtuse people, however annoying, do (very rarely) have (minimal) fringe benefits.

Two votes for green, one for violet eyes on a possible child (Not in the story, just mentioned, don't get your hopes up, don't rule anything out). Thanks to all reviewers, I've kept this note from being too monotonous (I hope). You can still vote- would a child of BB and Rae have green eyes, violet eyes, or insert-color-here eyes? If I don't like the majority answer, I'll pick my way. Being the author's cool like that. I've hit one hundred- just for that, my favorite two-word phrase has been added. No, I don't expect you to guess. "Denying denial!"

Dovey told them the exact way to the correct door, not steering them wrong even once. She barely said a word, urging them to be quiet. She was so stern that even Rude couldn't think of a comment to snap back. She found the door. The door had no handle, but would open with the push of a hand- or claw. The oak construction (no one questioned why Knowledge could term it oak) was flanked by two windows. Peering from one window, Raven saw a massive open courtyard flanked by four walls. The thin and monotonous corridors of the castle wound around the middle section, a square outline that had looked solid from outside the castle.

The sky was gray. Raven started there, arbitrarily deciding to not begin looking from the bottom. The high walls had thick battlements, the rectangular sections that jutted above the usual short wall like bad teeth, more for decoration and false authenticity than anything else. The walls were solid and impossibly even, obviously magic-made. Letting her gaze travel down the wall, she finally encountered a mass of black scales. Malchior would not be masquerading as a wizard. He didn't need to.

"Does anyone see Bravery?" Dovey whispered, staying away from the windows. The others wanted to have a chance to gawk, and she saw just as much from the all-stone corner.

"No. She's either blending in or on the other side." Happiness, for once, was troubled, but the moment quickly passed. "We can do this," she said encouragingly, bright smile in place.

"Uh- Raven?" Timid pointed, shaking all the way down to the soles of her gray-shod feet. "I see Bravery. She's right next to his right nostril. And she's giving us perspective."

Raven followed the direction Timid was pointing. She was the dark green emotion facing the dragon, frozen into place just as she defended against an attack. She came up to the bottom of his eye when his head was rested on the ground, tilting slightly in sleep. Even Beast Boy hadn't seen an animal that size before, and he had been a blue whale. The dragon was colossal, one of the SAT words he had memorized before recent tests cut the amount of vocabulary needed to get a decent score.

"I could sneak up, unfreeze her, and then we could both run back here as quietly as possible," Gar suggested. Not even he had much faith in the plan.

"He would hear you." Dovey stared in the direction of the dragon, not even noticing that she was looking at yet another wall of perfect stone. "He can hear me when I'm sneaking. Bravery's too loud- she doesn't believe in slinking away."

"Well, maybe he could sneak up as a mouse or something equally quiet and change and kiss her and then they both could run like the dickens back to here where we could combine to fight." Knowledge was a little out of breath, even though she didn't need air. "That's my best plan."

"It wouldn't work," Wisdom said. Wisdom knew the internal knowledge, everyone's strengths and weaknesses, in addition to acting as a conscience. "I would never say this to Bravery- Rave, Envy, and Rude, if this ever gets out, you know I have dirt on you- she isn't the best runner. She is the best fighter- Rage, bloodlust makes you a berserker a Viking would admire- but can't outrun Timid- sorry, Timid, but you're the next slowest."

"Gar could change to something quick and carry her," Rude suggested. "He's a fast runner, even if he is gangly." She hastily added the insult to keep within her nature. She wasn't about to let someone think she was capable of being polite and helpful.

"That could work," Wisdom said thoughtfully. "She'll never go for it; she's too gung-ho. You'll need to grab her and run- don't let her fight you. She will not want help, and will want to dive straight at Malchior. She doesn't have a lick of common sense."

"No one likes to ask for help," Gar said in defense of the emotion, but also for Raven and himself. "Does the door push both ways?" he asked, changing topics and hardly noticing.

"Yes," Knowledge said, peering at the hinges. "It can turn either way. The plan should work if he runs her back, right, Wisdom?" Wisdom was her almost-twin, as they called themselves. All emotions looked alike, but Wisdom and Knowledge always were on the same page, thought-wise.

"It should," Wisdom agreed. "Bravery will get over it- she doesn't hold a grudge nearly as long as Envy. Sorry, Vee, but it's true." She was always apologizing (well, not quite as much as Timid), but always told the truth.

"Everyone ready?" Raven asked. Her emotions nodded as one, even Dovey. The synchronization of their movements was based on something deeper than vision. "Gar?" He nodded, stretching a few times from general habit. "What are you using?"

"Pteranydon. The takeoff is instantaneous, I can stay low- they were made to swoop over water and grab prey. I can carry her, even if she was as heavy as Cyborg. Rae wasn't a problem, and gravity behaves less here, so I'm set."

"Move fast. He'll be waking up soon, so you'll have a second, at least. He always is slow in the mornings, or when he just gets up- there isn't a sun here, so gauging sunrise is hard." Raven punched him on the arm- not too hard, just enough to get attention. "And take care, will you? I need Bravery." And I need you, she added silently, but mushy junk could wait. Maybe, when she had Bravery to back up other emotions, she'd tell him face-to-face, not through the slim anonymity of a letter.

"When have I ever let you down, Rae?" He took her amused glare as an answer. "Besides the times I let you down, I mean."

Rude summed everything up, knowing that between two not-quite-admitting-it love-birds; such an exchange could take awhile. "You should get going before we list a few circumstances, tofu-breath."

"You really do know how to make a guy feel welcome," he grumbled.

"What do you expect? You're the unorthodox green Prince Supposed-to-be-Charming and Raven's the half-demon princess you're here to help fight a dragon. You decided you wanted to be someone when you ditched the ring. If you want a normal life, put the ring on." Dovey knew no one else could hear. She was blunt and never pulled a punch. Raven wouldn't know a thing she said, and Dovey could reveal everything but which emotion she was. That was for Raven to tell or him to figure out. She was betting on the former.

"I smashed the ring."

Dovey flashed him a smile. "I guess you're staying a spell, then. Ready yet? We need Bravery for us to fight together."

"I'll go get her, then. Raven, can I get a starting call?" He crouched beside the door, ready to sprint as the quietest fast animal he knew of- a tiger. Fast, silent, and dangerous, the cat would be his choice for the route there.

"Here's to not needing luck. Ready, set. . ." She paused for just a second, making sure he knew exactly what he was getting into. "GO!"

(I apologize for the placement of the author's note, but some people are reading without leaving a single review. Take ten seconds. Make me happy. Please? This has been a public service announcement for the Placate the Author Guild. To all reviewers, sorry for the interruption. To all non-reviewers (who have probably stopped reading by now), shame on you, go review. I apologize for the interruption.)
"Cyborg, do you know exactly what time they entered Raven's mind?" Robin couldn't stand it any longer. The two others were still focusing on the cat, which was currently curled happily on Cyborg's best shooting arm, and purring up a racket while Starfire scratched at the base of the ears.

"Raven's cat is on my computer readout. I'll look in a minute, but I think it was about four hours after noon. It's only a quarter to six. Relax, Robin."

"Really, Robin, you should calm down," Starfire admonished. "Petting a cat, or working to keep any animal calm, will lower your blood pressure. You know the doctor said you have the blood pressure of a sixty-year-old sedentary obese man, from all the stress you deal with." She ran a finger under the cat's chin. "She's adorable, isn't she?"

"That thing ripped my hand open!" He held out a bandaged hand as evidence. "See? This is conclusive proof that the thing is the spawn of Satan."

"That would only make Raven like it more, and I think you're jealous." Cyborg grinned. He had no problem with expressing emotions. It made him feel good, and helped him remember that he was half human, and that was the most important part of him. Raven had given him a few very blunt talks when he was too worried about being half-machine.

"He is," Starfire agreed as a speechless Robin tried to think of a protest. "We should get a cat. I'll ask Raven where she found this sweetheart as soon as she's back." She noticed his thunderstruck look. "Don't deny it, Robin, you want a kitty as sweet as this one," Starfire cooed as she watched a lashing tail, missing the cat's smug look at Robin.

"I'm not denying anything!"

Starfire and Cyborg looked at each other sadly. "Denying denial."

"What? I am not! I'm-"

"Denying denying denial. This is serious," Cyborg said.

"I agree. We will get a cat. It's settled."

"B- but-"

"Robin, it'll be good for you. Bumblebee's been saying for three months that it brings a couple together to share a pet like a cat. Dogs just aren't the same."

"I- I-"

"I'm glad we had this discussion, Robin. All the Titans can go. Cyborg can bring Bumblebee- we'll wait until she's done visiting her sister, Raven can show us the place, and Beast Boy- well, of course he'd be helpful." Starfire listed out her plan quickly, not tripping over any words. She and Cyborg exchanged smiles, ignoring an indignant Robin. Cat people always had to stick together.

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