I'm Back Baby!

This blog has changed hands. So, hi there— Judy, here.

I would like to think of this as a jointly administered blog. For all current intents and purposes, though, the use and direction of what is written here will be mine. I guess that means Don Whitehorse is starting over.

The hiatus in place stands. Or rather, I can’t wait to bring some activity and document some original head canon as able. I’m very excited to do so.

If we haven’t met before and you’re inclined to wonder who I am, check here.

Thank you Crystal for this gift, and thank you followers for understanding.

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Another job finished, another day gone. That was the type of life Raven had lead thusfar. It was either work or wandering around, looking for something to do. Most times, he didn’t have the luxury of relaxing. He had to keep his mind busy, or the darkness would ebb closer with each moment, eventually eating away at the rest of his lingering stability. Everything had come and gone so quick. He had allowed people into his life, they found out about the truth behind his disgusting body, he lost the two people he felt closes with, and they were forced to save the world. He didn’t have time to sit and mope about how life didn’t go his way. Not before long, he barely remembered how that was… Then they all split apart again, went to walk their own paths. And that’s when it all sunk in. That no matter what he did in this world, he was alone. He was truly alone now. The Don was gone, and so was Alexei. Now all he had was cold bottles of alcohol to keep him in check. And once again, he needed some of that as he waited for the years to pass while death slowly reached out to him.

Walking into the familiarity of the Sagittarius, he put on his people face, sported a smile and greeted those who did him with the same vim and vigor. It wasn’t until he had fully stepped in the room and people had quieted down a bit before he heard a familiar voice come from the other room. Was he hearing things? This wasn’t possible—He sat there, watched the guy perish before his own eyes, unable to do anything more than hold Harry back. Trying to keep a poker face, he peeked in the other room. Sure enough, there was the rather burly man, looking back at him. For a moment, he was rendered speechless. Was this world kind enough to give one of them back? Or was this someone else’s doing? Peering at his chest, there was no sort of creation embedded in it like there was in his own. Well, that was a relief.

He ducked completely into the room, lounging as he did so. Looking at the familiar, he simply asked, “Ah and here I thought you were just a mirage. So Old Man, what brings ya back ta the world of tha livin’? Or am I just on death’s doorstep already, hallucinatin’ ya?”

He nearly laughed at the younger man. The sheer look of astonishment on his face was worth not coming to see him right away. But then again, Raven was out on a mission, so it was understandable.

“It’s amazing what those there spirits can do, ye know that? The bohdi blastia Belius gave me turned into one and brought me back. I guess as a thank ye fer takin’ care o’ it fer so long. These spirits… They’re Entelexia who have died and been reborn? Who would’ve thought.”

He grinned at Raven. That whelp he had found bleeding everywhere had grown up so much. It was rather endearing to see. Cocking his head a bit, he hit the seat next to him.

“Get o’er here and take a load off. Ye look like ye saw a ghost or somethin’.”

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“Now who’s yer daddy!”

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Raven was walking through the streets. Usually he was like a shadow and shifted past people like he was rarely there but he was busy with the two pieces of paper in his hand. “Damn that kid, dumpin’ all his work on me…” He grumbled, stuck with Yuri’s load of Brave Vesperia work since the kid got sick and the others decided to take care of him.

He slipped out of the busy streets so he wouldn’t run into anyone with his attention drawn everywhere but whats ahead of him. In the alleys he wouldn’t run to anyone while he scanned the mission. At least Judy or something could have come along but noo.. she had to use quick wits on him like she always did.

 Sighing to himself, he didn’t hear the other approaching from the corner he was about to turn. Bumping into the man infront of him, the papers fell to the ground. “Ah— Sorry. I wasn’t expectin’ anyone ta be here.” Without looking to who it was, Raven squatted down to pick up the papers that fell from his clutches. His hand freezing in mid pick-up to the voice that called his name. His face almost paled as he looked to the mans boots then slowly up till he could see the face of the person he’d run into.

His jaw completely locking or he probably would have screamed something like ‘old man?!’ or ‘Don Whitehorse?!’. Something like that. Instead he slowly stood in shock, when his mouth finally decided it was okay to move it just fell open wordlessly.

“… th’ Don…?” A whispered voice finally spoke. 

“Ya. It’s me, boy.” he muttered, ruffling Raven’s hair. “Ye been holding up well? Still chasin’ skirts?” He didn’t look it, but he was quite proud of how Raven looked. It seemed like the boy he’d taken in so many years ago was finally maturing into a nice young man.

“So what’s been going on in Dahngrest since my… death.” It felt weird to say he had died, but he had. Even if he was alive again. He hadn’t expected to be brought back. It rather ruined the effect of what he had been trying to do. But he couldn’t ruin the spirit’s gift either. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall and waited, a slight smile on his face.

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In that little room set off the side of the Sagittarius, sat the Don, a rather large dish of sake balanced lightly in his hand. Since regaining his life, he’d looked forward to seeing Raven again. Now he understood how the man felt, being given life again even after dying. It felt like you were seeing the world a new. And he wanted Raven to know how he felt.

Taking a drink, he kept his eyes on that door. A couple of people had came in to pay their respects to the once dead man. Many had rejoiced that the fall of the adephagos had returned their leader to them. It felt good to have his blade back at his hip. And the shocking embrace Harry had given him was wonderful. He hadn’t been hugged by his grandson in a long time.

He took a drink of his sake, listening to the roar of the crowd as the door chimed open, then closed. Listening to many of the regulars greeting Raven as a friend, inviting him for a quick drink, hearing him turn them down. The familiar swish of the purple coat, the slouched figure, the wild black hair. Nothing had changed about the man. Save for the lines beneath his eyes had deepened. The man had been through so much stress, it appeared.

“Still slacking off, I see,” the Don started, setting his sake dish down with a clank.

He was alive. Perhaps it may’ve been a fluke, but he was here… breathing. Just as he had been a few months before hand. He kept glancing to his belt. One that had at one time held a bohdi blastia. That lovely piece had become a spirit, and the spirit saw fit to grant him breath again. Completely healed. No signs of the knife through his gutt or the fact he had lost his head.

Leaning in the shadows of the city he’d helped create, he watched the daily goings of the citizens. Needless to say, he was proud of them. They seemed to have picked up where he left. Dahngrest had no need for a dead man. They were doing just fine on their own.

Slinking through the alleys, he started making his way for the exit. Best to make himself scarce before someone started freaking about the dead man wandering the streets.

However, rounding a corner that would’ve put him in a straight shot, he came face to face with one of the last people he was expecting to see.

“Raven…”

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“What— D-Don…? How are you still…!?”

“How am I still what, kiddo?” he questioned, looking the boy over with an amused look on his face. “Buck up and stop stuttering. It’s not befitting of a guild leader.”