<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/09/00/6d/09006d5099ffb9ae47a77724febb226a.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Ted Grant<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Wildcat<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>None<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:42<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jo`s Tech store, Gotham East.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Raven, Oracle<br/><hr/><br/>With incoming sirens, Ted has pretty much the same thought. Move on, too many questions and he didn't have the kind of answers they'd want to hear. Standing back up, he starts to exit the scene too and while the smart thing to do would be to split up, a little kittie tells him otherwise. Or at least that's how he's interpreting the itching over the hieroglyphic ink Bast put between his shoulder blades, could just be an itch. That's the problem with deities, they keep insisting on playing to the mysterious ways even when you supposedly work for them.<br/><br/>He had no idea who Raven was, just know that she had some weird mind-powers. Which was fine, he's seen weirder. If she's peeking, his emotions really aren't that hard to read. Emotionally he's floating just a little above basic survival with a hint of confusion and a hint of frustration at someone else.<br/><br/>For a moment there, if she's looking, for the empathic equivalent of seeing something out of the corner of your eye for just a split second, he's not alone. For that brief flash it feels like there's a woman standing next to him with a determination and purpose only deities can muster.<br/><br/>"<strong>I believe you, and you're friend is right - you shouldn't talk to strangers. Not around here anyway.</strong>" he gets up and starts moving himself, in their general direction but not at them if that somehow makes sense.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ted. Let's move faster.</strong>"