Raine would’ve liked the park much more if the people running around weren’t aware that the man, somewhere deep in the server rooms, was trying to kill them all. Or, at the least, kickstart the apocalypse.
“I’m not trusting any of these booths,” They tap the map they picked up. “Not after Buffalo. I don't feel like turning into anything this time.”
You Can’t Win Me, I Can’t Be Beat | Wired
A: You Can’t See Me Behind The Screen
Raine found the small robot toys to be quite delightful. In a way the small things reminded them of some of the toys they’d had as a kid- ones you could take apart and rebuild with magic- only not as sophisticated due to the differing technology.
Still, they held one in their hands, and listened curiously to the soft clicking. As soon as they spotted somebody they knew, Raine flags you down.
“Do you happen to know what the clicking is in these?” They ask, and hold up their own horrid robot creation up. “It seems.. Rhythmic?”
B: I’m Half Human, And Half Machine
Raine’s cautious about the transmitter room. Between the agonized moans and groans from some of the bodies on the floor, the strange wiring, and the copper snakes, they’d rather not go the obvious death trap room alone.
Luckily, they aren’t! They turn to whatever unfortunate or otherwise person that found themself with Raine.
“I think that if I use a little bit of magic, I can distract the snakes enough for you to give you time to break some transmitters…” They scratched their chin, eyes narrowed in thought. “The note from my violin might attract them, but. I think they’d probably take priority over my distraction. If my distraction is controlling a few snakes and making them fight the others.”
There was a pause as Raine mulled over their idea, but they confidently add:
“Does that sound like a plan?”
Does It Help To Get Lost In Yesterday? (Enter The Matrix)
A: If It Calls you, Embrace It (CW: Depersonalisation, derealisation)
For a moment Raine was content to drift off in the space they'd found themself in. Incomprehensible stars, galaxies. When Zyrian had promised the Vast, when he promised something new and inevitable, they felt he was right. and fragments of familiar sights. It was hard not to get lost in space. To stare at the far away nebulas that their mind could hardly even process.
No. They couldn’t leave just yet- people needed them. People depended on them.
They needed to concentrate on the fragments. The small bits of places they knew- Hexside, the Castle, Bonesborough. Broad strokes that flashed by like pictures, like having trouble recalling a memory. They tried to focus on something that could ground them, that they could hold onto.
Images of the BATs, of teaching students of the Bard Coven. They saw memories of Eda, Darius, Lilith, and the others between what looked like sparks. Vague feelings of happiness, of love, that twisted into loss and hardship. Nights spent alone working under the threat of being thrown in the conformatorium, or dying. They needed to focus on something more specific, more tangible. Something less painful. Something they could get lost in.
It began with the cold, and the sound of the wind.
Raine opened their eyes, and staring back in a murky, frosted glass version of the Boiling Sea was the Titan.
All at once things began to fall into place- trees, the front yard, the fuzzy but familiar sights and smells of their childhood home as they stared out the window at the snow that fell.
Raine remembered this day perfectly- after whatever IFWOT, or, HECK had ended in a disaster, they’d lost their scholarship to Saint Epiderm, but the Plant Coven’s head had generously put a bid in for them at Hexside. Raine’s parents had been surprisingly cool with it. They’d always hated the cold, and they reasoned that everybody would be closer to where they needed to be for work and school, anyways.
This was their last day at the dreadful place, and they’d made their way home to wait for their parents. It would still be a few hours, so.. why not go outside? Sure, it was cold, but since when had that ever stopped them?
Raine wrestled their boots onto their feet and pulled open the door. As the scene solidified in front of them they could recall the same excitement they’d felt as they sat down on the front steps of their home. They also felt sad, almost, to leave the view of the Titan, but everything would be fine. They would be fine. They’d see Eda again, and they’d be best friends, and they’d have so much fun together. Nothing was wrong. Nothing hurt.
Despite the cold Raine sat on the steps. They focused on looking beyond the ledge- to the Titan, Bonesborough, they failed to notice how much further they’d sunk into believing it’s where they were to pass the time. They hadn’t even noticed how they’d become smaller to fit the memory. Gone, seemingly, was the familiar middle-aged Witch, replaced by a memory.
A young, mint haired Witch in their school uniform sat on the steps of their soon to be distant childhood home. They waited for their parents to get home, so that they could be swept away, finally, to somewhere better. They stared out at the Titan, attention fixed on memorizing the view before it was gone.
B: It’s All Just Snakes and Ladders | Closed to Eda | CW: depersonalisation, disassociation
Raine wanted to meet the orange-haired skeleton kid. They'd expected IFWOT to be boring this year. But between the coven head, and the new Hexside attendee, things were going to get very interesting.
When Raine began to try and pursue that interesting, they found themself unable to find her. They spent a little bit of time circling the other kids until they heard a soft voice around a corner of the building.
I never should've come here..”
It was her! Raine hurried towards her voice, and slowed down enough to round the counter just as Eda was throwing her cup, and complaining that “Even the free junk tastes like junk!”
Raine caught the cup, and the free junk, with magic. They expertly float them back into each other, their other hand behind their back as they walk into view. Raine wore a friendly smile as they stood in front of Eda, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves.
“Ahaha, I don't know who you are, but you are a riot!” They allowed the free junk to return to Eda’s hand, unspilled.
Raine Whispers | The Owl House | OTA
Raine would’ve liked the park much more if the people running around weren’t aware that the man, somewhere deep in the server rooms, was trying to kill them all. Or, at the least, kickstart the apocalypse.
“I’m not trusting any of these booths,” They tap the map they picked up. “Not after Buffalo. I don't feel like turning into anything this time.”
You Can’t Win Me, I Can’t Be Beat | Wired
A: You Can’t See Me Behind The Screen
Raine found the small robot toys to be quite delightful. In a way the small things reminded them of some of the toys they’d had as a kid- ones you could take apart and rebuild with magic- only not as sophisticated due to the differing technology.
Still, they held one in their hands, and listened curiously to the soft clicking. As soon as they spotted somebody they knew, Raine flags you down.
“Do you happen to know what the clicking is in these?” They ask, and hold up their own horrid robot creation up. “It seems.. Rhythmic?”
B: I’m Half Human, And Half Machine
Raine’s cautious about the transmitter room. Between the agonized moans and groans from some of the bodies on the floor, the strange wiring, and the copper snakes, they’d rather not go the obvious death trap room alone.
Luckily, they aren’t! They turn to whatever unfortunate or otherwise person that found themself with Raine.
“I think that if I use a little bit of magic, I can distract the snakes enough for you to give you time to break some transmitters…” They scratched their chin, eyes narrowed in thought. “The note from my violin might attract them, but. I think they’d probably take priority over my distraction. If my distraction is controlling a few snakes and making them fight the others.”
There was a pause as Raine mulled over their idea, but they confidently add:
“Does that sound like a plan?”
Does It Help To Get Lost In Yesterday? (Enter The Matrix)
A: If It Calls you, Embrace It (CW: Depersonalisation, derealisation)
For a moment Raine was content to drift off in the space they'd found themself in. Incomprehensible stars, galaxies. When Zyrian had promised the Vast, when he promised something new and inevitable, they felt he was right. and fragments of familiar sights. It was hard not to get lost in space. To stare at the far away nebulas that their mind could hardly even process.
No. They couldn’t leave just yet- people needed them. People depended on them.
They needed to concentrate on the fragments. The small bits of places they knew- Hexside, the Castle, Bonesborough. Broad strokes that flashed by like pictures, like having trouble recalling a memory. They tried to focus on something that could ground them, that they could hold onto.
Images of the BATs, of teaching students of the Bard Coven. They saw memories of Eda, Darius, Lilith, and the others between what looked like sparks. Vague feelings of happiness, of love, that twisted into loss and hardship. Nights spent alone working under the threat of being thrown in the conformatorium, or dying. They needed to focus on something more specific, more tangible. Something less painful. Something they could get lost in.
It began with the cold, and the sound of the wind.
Raine opened their eyes, and staring back in a murky, frosted glass version of the Boiling Sea was the Titan.
All at once things began to fall into place- trees, the front yard, the fuzzy but familiar sights and smells of their childhood home as they stared out the window at the snow that fell.
Raine remembered this day perfectly- after whatever IFWOT, or, HECK had ended in a disaster, they’d lost their scholarship to Saint Epiderm, but the Plant Coven’s head had generously put a bid in for them at Hexside. Raine’s parents had been surprisingly cool with it. They’d always hated the cold, and they reasoned that everybody would be closer to where they needed to be for work and school, anyways.
This was their last day at the dreadful place, and they’d made their way home to wait for their parents. It would still be a few hours, so.. why not go outside? Sure, it was cold, but since when had that ever stopped them?
Raine wrestled their boots onto their feet and pulled open the door. As the scene solidified in front of them they could recall the same excitement they’d felt as they sat down on the front steps of their home. They also felt sad, almost, to leave the view of the Titan, but everything would be fine. They would be fine. They’d see Eda again, and they’d be best friends, and they’d have so much fun together. Nothing was wrong. Nothing hurt.
Despite the cold Raine sat on the steps. They focused on looking beyond the ledge- to the Titan, Bonesborough, they failed to notice how much further they’d sunk into believing it’s where they were to pass the time. They hadn’t even noticed how they’d become smaller to fit the memory. Gone, seemingly, was the familiar middle-aged Witch, replaced by a memory.
A young, mint haired Witch in their school uniform sat on the steps of their soon to be distant childhood home. They waited for their parents to get home, so that they could be swept away, finally, to somewhere better. They stared out at the Titan, attention fixed on memorizing the view before it was gone.
B: It’s All Just Snakes and Ladders | Closed to Eda | CW: depersonalisation, disassociation
Raine wanted to meet the orange-haired skeleton kid. They'd expected IFWOT to be boring this year. But between the coven head, and the new Hexside attendee, things were going to get very interesting.
When Raine began to try and pursue that interesting, they found themself unable to find her. They spent a little bit of time circling the other kids until they heard a soft voice around a corner of the building.
I never should've come here..”
It was her! Raine hurried towards her voice, and slowed down enough to round the counter just as Eda was throwing her cup, and complaining that “Even the free junk tastes like junk!”
Raine caught the cup, and the free junk, with magic. They expertly float them back into each other, their other hand behind their back as they walk into view. Raine wore a friendly smile as they stood in front of Eda, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves.
“Ahaha, I don't know who you are, but you are a riot!” They allowed the free junk to return to Eda’s hand, unspilled.