From Another Place [*FLAILS*]

Characters Appearing: Phantasmagoria and Raven
Time: Night
Content Level: Mature. Very Mature.

The nature of this night was of a calm, soothing one. Free of worries, free of excitement, just a calm night lacking energy, dark for the moon was resting. Slowly, this tranquil late evening was disturbed by the humming noise...some sort of growingly loud sound that began swirling through the night sky. Disrupting those who were lazily lounging at the tower who was alone as the rest of the team had to venture forth to Titans East to deal with a particularly nasty bunch, and with most of Jump cities villains dealt with and after seeing Raven's overall capability, Robin decided to leave her in charge for once, after all she could have used the peace and quiet.

However, that peace and quiet was soon interuppted as a swirling vortex spat out a small figure from the sky as it fell limp. It was clearly not a product of natural means, as the deep violet energy began closing shut and just as that figure fell, he managed to prevent his fragile form from splattering on the pavement. He wore a cloak which was torn and tattered, like that of a mysterious wizard or sorceror, but it also had bits of metal over the shoulders and chainmail down the back.

Who was he, you ask? The equivilent of Raven from an alternate reality, from and alternate Teen Titans group. Was he good? Or Eeeevil?

Oh it was quite painful, with the groaning and the ouches. Clearly something had went wrong with the strange man’s first ever meditation. How anyone could fuck up this badly was beyond…most rational thought but the outcome was clear and he had managed to throw himself into some random area of space and time. “Oi…wha?” He’d comment “My mind looks very…purply.” He’d remark in a dazed manner, somewhat confused since when did he but furniture for his mind? He’s then finally spot the hooded girl, as he’d hover onto his feet and fix his helmet.



“Who am I? Who are you?” He’d ask the girl, man if this was his room he must have had some weird pervy fascinations. Then again he’d notice the natural light, and realize that his brain has more actual physics than it should.

“Waait a second…” He’d mutter, “Where am I?!” He’d ask, briefly worried though he’d look over at her. Yup, now she needed an explaination “Uhm…let’s see…yeah, would you believe me if I said I was the janitor?” He’d try to ask, though if he was trying to be persuasive he was doing an AWFUL job at it.

He’d tilt his head, his strange triangular mask innocently following closely with the gesture “Hmm? Did I do something wrong?” He’d ask, still not quite sure what was going on, he could see her hands glowing…black? Since when could things glow like that? He was somewhat captivated by the strange color before he’d look toward the door “Well…I’ll go ahead and show myself out then. Wish I had a room…” he’d mutter wishfully, before he walked towards the sealed metal door and would phase effortlessly through.

Hmm…appears that my powers still function in this place. What else to check – Oh yes, of COURSE, how could I forget. Time to go see if this world has…PIE! Phantasmagoria would begin floating, going through wall after wall, seeking the kitchen. If there was pie then that would just make today the best. Hmm…but what about that girl? He mildly like her get up, but before he could think so elaborately upon such there it was – Pie. In a fridge that was far from his own, in a place that was far from home. He’d nonchalantly cut a slice of apple pie, sliding it on a plate before sliding his hands together.

He was almost tempted to do the Pie dance, however refrained such since…well things were already weird enough. He wondered if that girl was going to be back as he popped the slice in the microwave and set it to a minute an a half. He’d stand there – idly watching it spin around…and around…and around!

He’d stare hungrily at the delicious morsel imagining all the delight he’d have the the confectionary treat. He could almost taste it now – YES this world was alright with him so far! It wasn’t until the Microwave flickered black and shut off and felt that finger tap against his back “Oh…so…you followed me?” He’d ask, as he wheeled around and stared at her. He could already tell he did something wrong.

“Hmm?” He’d ask from beneath his strange mask “Oh…well, did you know you look pretty when your angry?” He’d ask, in a way complimenting her and perhaps trying to unnerve her “By the way, how about I tell you about myself…over that slice of pie.” He’d point his thumb back at the treat still in the deactivated microwave.

He’d feel hot pie bits ‘splode from the microwave, as he’d stand there idly cocking his head “Well of course not – there is no pie left!” He’d explain, clearly unphased by the explosive show of raw emotion “Alright, I’ll leave. The next transdimensional portal that decides to mosey on by and tears space and time a new one. Thank you for the suggestion.” He’d state. He found her curious “I’d be careful – high blood pressure can be a dangerous thing. Can’t it?” He’d ask, as he’d begin to walk toward the kitchen and while it hardly seemed relevant, if she managed to relate Blood pressure with emotion, she’d find that his comment was more insightful than she might have initially thought. Somehow this stranger had figured out her abilities were tied to emotions not that she had held back all too much.

Perhaps he was addled, yes, but he was no less sharp than the edges of his mask. He’d stop right outside the kitchen and turn “I don’t know if my monehz work here, but I’ma gonna try to buy a piece of pie to replace whoevers’ pie that was.” He’d state. Perhaps he wasn’t a morally conflicted lunatic after all – but then again, what did that make Phantasmagoria?

“Where?” He’d ask, turning to look back at her “A Place much like this place, and much more unlike it.” He’d explain cryptically “When? Hard to say.” He’d answer her again. Well since she wasn’t blowing things up he could only assume he caught her interest if only slightly. He’d turn to face her again “I’m not even sure how I got here, to be honest. I certainly am not from the past but I cannot recollect if I am from the future. Somehow I believe normally our paths would have never met otherwise.” He’d explain again, clearly showing that his strange behavior was more of a preference than a need.

“So…who are you…?” He’d ask, his body was near motionless as he waited an answer, though if told to leave he certainly would.

So she was named after an animal? He’d tilt his head obviously finding a familiarity in the word “Befitting.” He’d reply with a simply word, even though his presence here was far from his choice he did not appear to be too distraught over it. He’d stare at her as she shared this information “I suppose you could say that.” He’d answer, “Though I don’t know If I’m completely opposed to staying either…” He’d vaguly explain, as he looked around the hallways.It was also a surprise that the armed intruder repulsion system hadn’t already tried to shoe the strange man out.

“So…Raven. Why did you choose to be here?” He’d ask, he wondered her reasons for staying in this place, and wondered if perhaps staying here himself wouldn’t be so bad.

He’d nod, her anger, her frustration, diminished. Seemingly it was paved over with curiousity, he would find her answer satisfactory as he’d reply “Very well…though take your time, I’d not want to part from such a curious one such as yourself.” He’d muse softly, as he walked with her down the hallway. Mildly he could tell she wanted to know one other thing, and it was obvious wasn’t it? He’d been pretty rude.

“Most call me Phantasmagoria, by the way.” He’d offer, hoping it was not too late “And for you I think – I’ll try acting more appropriate.”

“Secret? This IS my identity, also it was originally the source of…my sorcery.” He’d explain to her again, though he did feel inclined to agree with her “Yes, I’d hope my name was unique enough. Picked it out myself and I don’t think anyone else want to even bother trying to take it.” He’d chuckle softly, though it was mostly muffled as he’d watch her cloak tumble about around her figure “So am I invited in this time?” He’d ask, as he looked around at the finely made metal walls.

“Well yes…it’s not like it’s my real name…but I can’t remember my real name anymore so go figure.” He’d offer, stepping in, he’d nod “Right, right…these books are sometimes incalculably powerful…as they say ‘Knowledge is Power…G.I – Wait, nevermind.” He’d scratch his head, a bit confused from where all that just had come from. He’d shake his head as he’d look over the books and such. He wasn’t sure where to start she he just went ahead and wrapped his fingers around the spine of a book on her shelf “Well no better place to start.” He’d mutter to himself.

Sliding it carefully off the shelf, he’d turn back to her “Nice collection you’ve got here. I collect dice, pins, and lamps at home but I think your collection trumps mine.”

He himself started digging into some book called the ‘Urrhraxial Ynarial’, flipping pages, he found himself making less and less sense of the words until he opened to a page where some tentacle faced thing wrapped around his head and began trying to drag him into the book. He was struggling, and thankfull his mask spared him the no doubt horrifically unpleasant feel “Mff, No…I don’t know…too much.” He’d struggle with befire he’d decide to use his magic to shoot Purple at the creature and shut the book, panting softly.

“Who knows, perhaps my world no longer exists…” He’d offer, “after all – who knows how much time passes between such a portal anyhow…” he’d shrug, “Anyways I think I was…meditating when something went horribly wrong…”

He’d sigh as he was scolded for almost being eaten or perhaps exposed to a more ghastly fate “Yes…I have difficulty reading when my face is being violated…” He’d mutter as he’d walk over to the bed and add that very book. He’d the turn, beginning to look over the rows of books before pulling another off the shelf “By the way…are there any books at all that you’d rather I didn’t check…hmm interesting, theres mention of a person that goes by your name.” He’d muse as he’d read onward “Hmm? Oh, you could call my Phanasm if you’d prefer. Or as others have called me – Phan. Yes, it’s a weird name.” He’d mutter.

He shook his head, the sway of his own face and neck followed by the strange shape of the mask “Don’t worry – I actually kinda like having a weird name. Makes me feel…different. Sides, only thing that can really explain the eccentric side of myself.” He’d offer some bit of humor, though it was also true. He may have been another person from another dimension but that hardly ment he was an alien or monster.

“So…with all these books I can’t help but wonder. Do you spend most of your days here?” He’d ask, and for her luck he’d toss the book about the similar named girl aside and pulled out another.