<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b4/61/9d/b4619d0eaac16049ae5772d0cc00c8d3.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Mystique / Raven Darkholme<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 23rd<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Suite<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Self<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rogue, Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/>Raven moved to the large pot simmering on top of the range.  She grab a oven mitten and slips it on.   Lifting the lid of the pot.   The aroma of garlic, onions and peppers come rushing out.   She stirs the contents as she listens to Anna Marie's words.   A Norman Rockwell moment for mutants.  The quaint little reunion scene shatters in the next few moments.   With Anna Marie answering Raven's query about what is wrong.   The ladle in Raven's hand slips out and falls into the large pot.  Then she staggers backwards.   She turns her head and looks at Anna Marie.   Her eyes plead  for her to refute the words just spoken.<br/><br/>No reply with a denial comes forth.   Raven too afraid to ask for the denial.  Knowing in her heart it is true.   Everything is closing in on her.  The room spinning,  Anna Marie speaking.   Asking her if she wanted to go.    The savage lands, all of this comes bombarding at her.   She steps back grab the counter.  She feels herself going down.<br/><br/>Just as Anna Marie finishes giving the details and asking if Raven wanted to go.    Her mother feints right in front of her and slumps to the floor in a heap.   Of course what did she expect would happen to a woman on an emotional roller coaster with her hormones.   And Anna Marie has just delivered the news a friend,  a close one at that is now dead as matter of fact.