if you're seeing things running through your head, who can you call ♞ THE GRAND HALL; OPEN

[knightwinged]

The raven looks quite a sight as he stumbles through the doorway to the gardens, and for a moment he just lingers there, not quite leaning against the wall but not quite looking like he's supporting his own weight either. He actually looks quite a sight because despite the darkness and despite his colouring, he's quite visible at the moment, eyes a luminous white and his whole body suffused in a softly flickering light of the same shade—which does indeed look quite strange when it like the candles has its brilliance dampened by his presence and yet not at the same time.

The moment passes quickly, however, and in the next he's taking flight. His movements are forced in a way that doesn't seem to have to do with how ragged and worn he looks (and it'd probably be worse if it weren't for his constant state of obscurity) or the way one of his wings doesn't seem to be moving in a manner that looks quite right.

But for the most part, there's nothing wrong.

You know, except for the part where he's indiscriminately lashing out at whatever happens to be within his vicinity, both with the sting of talon and something else, because marks tear themselves into the walls, onto the doors, through the candlesticks without his ever touching them. Possibly some tables are flipped.

Yeah, maybe not a good idea to just stand around. Getting out of the way might be a start.

[[ooc: multiple threads, piling into one; action, prose, whatever works, go for it! obviously safety is not guaranteed but that's overrated anyway, right? right.]]

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[grotesqueobserver]

Vigil yelps as the claws rake across his collection of candles, their remnants scattering across the marble floor. He leaps to his feet, placing himself between the newcomer and the writing-covered wall and the remaining candles. "Wait! Stop!" he calls out. "What are you doing?"