Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[weetuskenraider]

The TV was still tuned to Fox Soccer Channel, but the sound had been muted and Tahiri was sitting on the couch with the remote in her hand, arms crossed and glaring at the screen. If you looked at said screen, it was playing soundless highlights of the semifinal playoff game between St. Louis Athletica and Sky Blue FC.

Every time a graphic flashed up on the screen proclaiming that the final score had been 1-0 Sky Blue, she'd glower a little more.

"Stupid, stupid . . . why couldn't you guys capitalize? You had all that momentum going in the second half and you took some really bad shots!" she complained, before going off into a half-muttered rant about bad field positioning and not enough of an offensive mindset.

Wait, when had she started paying attention to the strategy in this sport? Weird.

[OOC: . . . shut up. And open, of course.]

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[weetuskenraider]

"Sometimes there's bad ones." Tahiri gestured with the remote to a replay of a collision between two players knocking heads while going for a ball in the air. "But they're not going after each other, not really."

She really hadn't watched enough soccer.

[trigons_child]

Raven winced again at the collision. "I think my gifts would be welcomed there," she said, "but I am not certain I could stomach it. Even if it is in play, violence bothers me. Perhaps I could develop a tolerance for it eventually."

[weetuskenraider]

"It's inevitable sometimes," Tahiri said slowly (for her). "It really bothers you that much?"

[trigons_child]

"My home is a place of utter peace," Raven said. "The people are pacifists. There is no violence whatsoever. I am not accustomed to any sort of violence, though I suppose I should not be so appalled if it is meant only in play, not to harm."

[weetuskenraider]

"That's right, I think you mentioned something about that," Tahiri remembered. "That makes more sense. Do you want me to change it, if it makes you uncomfortable?"

You know, because she hadn't already noticed the discomfort.

[trigons_child]

"No, it is all right," Raven said. "It is something I must become more used to if I am to live in this world. I cannot hide from every act of aggression." She had to wonder if Tahiri was picking up on her discomfort and took a breath and adjusted her shields.

"How have you been?" she asked. "You were away for a time, were you not?"

[weetuskenraider]

"A week here," Tahiri confirmed, nodding. "A lot longer for me. You . . . probably wouldn't want the details."

[trigons_child]

"But are you all right?" Raven asked, concerned. Tahiri did not appear to be suffering from any ill effects of her trip, but she knew the other girl could hide it if she was.

[weetuskenraider]

"I'm fine," Tahiri assured her. Still feeling bad about her pilots, granted. Still concerned about what had happened with Jacen. "Honestly."

She ventured a smile, adding, "Thanks for worrying, but I promise I'll be okay."

Relatively.

[trigons_child]

"You know if you are having any difficulties, I am willing to aid you with my gifts," Raven offered. Just a gentle reminder in hopes of staving off whatever it was that turned her other self into an angry lightning-shooting vampire.

[weetuskenraider]

Who got killed by her boyfriend in this world. Yeah. "I know." The smile was genuine, and hopefully put Raven a little more at ease. "And you know I don't feel right about hurting you in any way even if it's to help me, right?"

[trigons_child]

Raven gave her a small smile back. "The pain is fleeting, and a small price to pay for helping another," she said. "It is no burden to me. I suffer more when I cannot help someone."

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri laughed briefly. "Why do I get the feeling we could go back and forth about this forever?"

[trigons_child]

"We could," Raven said lightly. "But I am more stubborn than you."