“Is a shame….would make things so much simpler if we did know, wouldn’t it?”
Raven smirked at Connor. She liked him. His cold qualities matched her own perfectly. Much better then those irritating overly happy people- optimists. How she hated the word.
After teasingly asking to keep the strange mute, Connor gave her the okay. Not that she would have listened to him if he hadn't agreed. Or that's what she told herself. In truth, she would probably listen to him, if only a little. Screw everyone else though.
“I guess so, as long as he doesn’t cause trouble and get us locked back up.”
Raven felt a slight buzzing in her mind, and a little peeved she opened her mind to the masked boy.
<What's going on? Who are you?>
Raven considered ignoring the questions, but thought better of it. If she wanted to keep him, she might want to be slightly civil. . . that is as civil as Raven could get, which didn't quite fit the definition of the word.
<Raven and we're getting out.>
Her thoughts were clipped and sharp, not taking a thought more then needed to answer the boy. Raven liked "technically" answering questions, while giving not much information at all. She liked infuriating people. That was when she opened the door.
Raven was still ticked off about being weak, and it did not help with her opening the cell.
“You really should have let me do that.”
Raven shot Connor a cranky glare. She was not in a good mood.
"I don't particularly need help" she said carelessly, secretly seething because in actual fact she was relying on everyone else.
“Do you have any idea where the exit is?”
Raven laughed slightly at Connor's demanding tone, before realising he was referring to the masked kid, Landon by his memories. She was about to say that he wouldn't talk, when Landon pointed down the hall. Her face lit up. So, it seemed she had made a good choice in an accomplice/follower. She re-worded what she was previously going to say.
"Oh. Don't expect a verbal answer from him, he doesn't like you. He'll only answer to me" Raven said smugly, like a little kid again, forgetting her previous toy until he came bounding in front of them.
"Do we have to do this again... or will you go back to your cells like good boys and girls?"
Raven's smile dropped from her face once again. She didn't like her previous toy when he had dangerous accessories.
"Children shouldn't play with knives" she stated in a purposefully exasperating childlike manner, before sending a rather desperate thought to Connor.
<I don't think I have the energy to do anything this time. I don't suppose you could handle it?>
A touch of worry tinged her voice until she was distracted by Landon, who backed away from Clay and tried to remove the mask without success.
Oh look, the dog is trying to hide behind his master she thought rather distractedly, before coming back to the situation. She glared at Clay and his knives, and her scowl deepened as her leg throbbed with the reminder of her last encounter with the two.