Beckspace
A Beck in space
It had been three year since the Teen Titans disbanded. Jump City had come back to a semblance of normalcy, but it wasn't the same. It never could be what it once was after what had happened. For years the Teen Titans has protected the city, until the time that they didn't...couldn't. Hundreds of lives were lost that day, too many for the titans to be forgiven. And so they were gone, but shadows of their presence remained.
The Tower was the biggest reminder, tall and separated from the other tall buildings. It has long been abandoned, only a symbol now of the price that was payed. It is what Rachel Roth chooses to look at every morning as soon as she wakes up, to keep her from doing anything as stupid as thinking he could be a hero ever again. She was not Raven anymore. Raven was dead.
Rachel Roth worked for a gloomy old bookstore in a dark alley seldom people noticed. She had traded in her hooded cape for a hooded sweatshirt, which her boss at the bookstore didn't mind stayed up over face, hiding the upper half of her face and her ajna chakra. It was an easy job, and most importantly she was left alone, save for checking out a few customers a day. At first, it was a hard transition, having a family in the titans to being on her own again. but if there was one thing Rachel knew how to do, it was be alone.
Rachel was stacking some returned books back on a shelf in the back when she heard the chime from the bell chime from the front door. She sighed and move to the register to assist whoever had come in and immediately regretted it. It was a teenage girl who was staring daggers at her. Great.
"I'm returning this book for full price," She said. The book in question was severely water damaged.
"We can't accept damaged books back," Rachel said in her monotoned raspy voice.
"It was wrong about my zodiac sign so I threw it in the toilet. You should have sold me a book with accurate information," the girl said.
"And you shouldn't have thrown it in the toilet. Not the book's fault you didn't like it."
"I don't like your attitude. I'd like to speak to the manager."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "I am the manager."
The girl frowned and moved up to stare Rachel in the face. "I'm not leaving here without my refund."
"We close at 5. Let me know if you need any more assistance today," Rachel shrugged and turned back to her work.
She stopped when she heard a ding behind her. This time it wasn't the door, but the cash register. Rachel turned around and saw that the girl had went behind the counter and was taking the money herself.
"Hey! I said no refunds!" Rachel exclaimed. The girl turned to Rachel in a snarky way, but froze when she looked eyes with her.
"W-What are you doin?" She asked.
"Get out of here," Rachel demanded, her voice lower than usual. The girl screamed and ran out of the store. Rachel frowned and looked at her reflection in the register. Red eyes stared back at her. She shut them quickly and took a few deep breaths.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos." She repeated it a few more times until she was sure she had calmed down before opening before opening her eyes again. She was disappointed in herself. To lose control over something so trivial. She was better than that.
"Back to work," She told herself calmly. She turned to her work once more.
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The Tower was the biggest reminder, tall and separated from the other tall buildings. It has long been abandoned, only a symbol now of the price that was payed. It is what Rachel Roth chooses to look at every morning as soon as she wakes up, to keep her from doing anything as stupid as thinking he could be a hero ever again. She was not Raven anymore. Raven was dead.
Rachel Roth worked for a gloomy old bookstore in a dark alley seldom people noticed. She had traded in her hooded cape for a hooded sweatshirt, which her boss at the bookstore didn't mind stayed up over face, hiding the upper half of her face and her ajna chakra. It was an easy job, and most importantly she was left alone, save for checking out a few customers a day. At first, it was a hard transition, having a family in the titans to being on her own again. but if there was one thing Rachel knew how to do, it was be alone.
Rachel was stacking some returned books back on a shelf in the back when she heard the chime from the bell chime from the front door. She sighed and move to the register to assist whoever had come in and immediately regretted it. It was a teenage girl who was staring daggers at her. Great.
"I'm returning this book for full price," She said. The book in question was severely water damaged.
"We can't accept damaged books back," Rachel said in her monotoned raspy voice.
"It was wrong about my zodiac sign so I threw it in the toilet. You should have sold me a book with accurate information," the girl said.
"And you shouldn't have thrown it in the toilet. Not the book's fault you didn't like it."
"I don't like your attitude. I'd like to speak to the manager."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "I am the manager."
The girl frowned and moved up to stare Rachel in the face. "I'm not leaving here without my refund."
"We close at 5. Let me know if you need any more assistance today," Rachel shrugged and turned back to her work.
She stopped when she heard a ding behind her. This time it wasn't the door, but the cash register. Rachel turned around and saw that the girl had went behind the counter and was taking the money herself.
"Hey! I said no refunds!" Rachel exclaimed. The girl turned to Rachel in a snarky way, but froze when she looked eyes with her.
"W-What are you doin?" She asked.
"Get out of here," Rachel demanded, her voice lower than usual. The girl screamed and ran out of the store. Rachel frowned and looked at her reflection in the register. Red eyes stared back at her. She shut them quickly and took a few deep breaths.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos." She repeated it a few more times until she was sure she had calmed down before opening before opening her eyes again. She was disappointed in herself. To lose control over something so trivial. She was better than that.
"Back to work," She told herself calmly. She turned to her work once more.
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