I hope that frequent updates makeup in some way for the majority of you thinking that I was dead.
irish dancer1031---(KT is that you?) Anyway… weather or not you are my friend KT and I only say that because she has a screen name like that with out the numbers, I hope your butt doesn't hurt from waiting but I was thinking of this post while debating weather or not to wait a week. You used a great pathos appeal.
Travis Hicks--- hi again, hey, your grammar continues to amaze me! No that's ok, sometimes I put so much thought in to the character development that I assume every one else also thinks that way and don't explain as well as I should.
Before she knew it Raven was on a touring Bus to Star City, home to Wonder Woman, to meet the Firs. The bus had been rolling through mountains for several hours now but the end of the hills was in site. As they finally got on level ground she put her book down. Stephen King. All her really good books were in he—the room back at the tower, growing dusty. Hopefully Spite injected her thoughts. If they're growing dusty Beastboy wasn't playing with them. And that was one boy who should never have access to ancient ruins.
Getting up she made her way to the bathroom cubicle. There was hardly enough room to stand but she manage to tip her hair over the dinged stainless steel toilet with out getting it wet. From her pocket she pulled a small vile no bigger than a perfume sample, a kind of oil she always kept on her person. She felt a pang using it in an almost careless manner but the twinge was so small it didn't bother her. All she had to do was ignore her emotions. Actually, several of them agreed and she could always get more, she knew a guy. And his dimension is relativity simple to get to.
She shook the small amount of the liquid through her hair. On contact the Bleached color darkened and the amethyst color spread. Within minutes she went form blond to freakish leopard to her natural color. Purification oil good for possessions, poisons, hair-dye, Starfire's cooking. (Which may fall in to any of the other categories.)
The Firs lived in a relatively plain Tudor house that matched every other relatively plain Tudor house on the street. This one was light blue with white trim. Raven grabbed her bag from the back of the car unlike the Evans, when the Firs met Raven they were not hostile, or really all that talkative. Judging by the look on the woman's face that was about to end.
She opened her mouth as soon as the car stopped rolling. "My husband and I really hope you like it here. We've been hoping for another child since Lucy turned—well that's another story. If Lucy seems over zealous at first she'll calm down. I hope this house is a match for you."
With our a word to confirm or deny Mrs. Fir's words Raven followed the two adults up the concrete path way to their house.
The first thing Raven noticed was that the living room was painted and decorated in nothing but shades of Green. It almost looked like Beastboy's room. Come on Raven. Logic snapped her out of the not quit neutral almost feeling. Don't even think about getting home sick.
But walking through the house things only got worse. The dining room was the stark contrasting red and yellow and black of Robin's uniform. The kitchen stainless steel with light blue trim. Every thing here reminded her of what she had had to leave behind.
"Do you like the colors?" Mr. Fir's voice was sweet and a little horse, used to talking with small children. "Lucy picked out the paint."
"In the whole house?" Raven asked, who let their daughter decorate the house.
"Yes!" he responded overjoyed. "I'll show you your room you'll love it!" his brow furrowed. "Lucy said it had some thing to do with your name, I'm not sure…"
Cursing silently Raven followed him. He opened the door down the hall and there was a small bedroom behind it. SHIT! The room was purple and blue with hints of black trim, a small "Raven doll" sat in the corner.
Missing the look on Raven's face Mr. Fir grabbed her wrist. "You like it? I'll show you Lucy's room." Right down the hall was another closed door with several do not enter signs. Not heeding the signs and not knocking the man threw open the door.
AND THERE WAS STARFIRE!