Disclaimer: I have no intention of even pretending that I, simple student and struggling writer, own any fraction of the awesome that is Teen Titans. I would simply like to take the characters out of the norm and play a little while. After I finish, I promise to put them back.

Note: Wow, I'm a dork-face for letting this sit for so long. I apologize profusely for those who reviewed, put it on their story alerts and favorites lists. Life just got in the way, but hopefully now that this story is back in my radar, I'll update quicker.

Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, but long before I wrote the prolog I decided that if I did do a Teen Titan fanfic, Ravens emotions were going to play a significant part. I feel that there is so much potential there in Nevermore for craziness to ensue. Thus I've determined to give them their own intermissions of sorts. This is the first.

Remember, Flames equal Ninja-Monkies which equal Poo-bombs. Not something you want to mess with. Although I will except glares and name calling at the delay in updating, that is my fault.

Thank You's: I always like to reserve a section in my updates to thank all those who reviewed the previous chapters. So without further ado, Mio Amore, cRaZyMaN676, Mappadouji, Rein Lin, D-a28b, RumMonkey, and Angstar54 I just want to give you a big cyber-hug of awesome and a chocolate cookie of kindness for reviewing last chapter! THANKS!! : )

Voices of Nevermore:

Arts and Crafts:

"I don't, I don't think this is such a g-good idea." The gray cloaked figure murmured twisting her fingers nervously. She shot jumpy glances around the humble conjuration of color gathered at the gates. Only a small handful of Emotions running rampart through Nevermore had responded to Happy's singing invitation the pink-ette had sent out hours previous.

"For once I agree with Timidity on this girls. Raven might not understand the," The yellow draped Raven paused wincing in thought, "Amiable nature of this particular endeavor."

Lethargy rolled her eyes lazily, amethyst orbs narrowing at Intelligence. "I swear you're not speaking English." Impulsive smothered her giggle with the edge of a mint green stole. Her attention was soon deterred to a shaft of light breaking through the receding overcast.

"It wasn't that funny, Im." Rude spat, leaning back against a nearby budding-tree. She picked at the frayed orange cover. "And four-eyes has a point." Her nose scrunched at the fragrant bouquet of blossoming flowers in the nearby meadow.

"I resent that." Intelligence adjusted her glasses, sniffing bitterly. She too furrowed her brow but instead at the small pair of Blue-birds methodically gathering grass and string.

Happy continued to hum a non-sensical tune to herself, ignoring the others' comments. She didn't care what the others thought. They all knew that change was coming. And one could either fear it like Timidity, fight it like Anger (who was currently 're decorating' the flowering maze with her claws), ignore it like Lethargy, or welcome it with a cheery smile, like her. Of course then there was Intelligence who always took a platform of non-partiality.

"Glitter." She held out her hand, not taking her eyes off her project. Impulsive jumped at the command, quickly shoving a tall cylinder full of silver sparkles into the awaiting appendage.

"Glitter." Im responded with an enthusiastic nod.

"Glue." Happy demand from behind her doctor's mask.

"Glue." Impulsive repeated handing over the bottle.

"Markers."

"Markers."

And thus it continued until Happy sat up hours later and pulled down her salmon colored hood. Impulsive patted the sweat from her brow with a towel.

"It's done." She wiped her glittering, sticky hands on the fledgling grass before standing with a proud smile of accomplishment. "Now, where to hang it...."

Intelligence looked up from her book with a sigh, grimacing at the extreme neon brightness radiating off of the offending poster-board. She shook her head before turning to go back through the wrought iron-gates of Nevermore. Someone had to keep an eye on the new addition, lest Anger decide to just kill her and be done with it.

This is gonna be trouble....

From somewhere behind she heard a shriek of disgust.

"Why the hell is it Pink?!"

Intlligence smirked.

I was wondering if Hysteria would show up....

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