<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/580be61f-5ecf-4ed3-92ab-9dd309c0b93a/db5mr8a-9d04a25e-2be3-4613-9f3b-92e1278b0aca.jpg/v1/fill/w_747,h_1070,q_70,strp/raven_quickie_005_by_exmile_db5mr8a-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzU4MGJlNjFmLTVlY2YtNGVkMy05MmFiLTlkZDMwOWMwYjkzYVwvZGI1bXI4YS05ZDA0YTI1ZS0yYmUzLTQ2MTMtOWYzYi05MmUxMjc4YjBhY2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwNDgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.41GMnxJRVG_Au3Uphn-75YzqGItkB7AjW4IMCIr2j7Y)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 15th, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gotham Alleyways<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Guarded, ready to fight, but also intrigued.  Some casual racism from the leader of the thugs.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Damian Wayne, thugs<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Raven's lips twisted with distaste as she sensed the emotions of the thugs that were menacing her.  Lust, pent-up aggression, and perhaps a bit of nervous excitement thrown in for good measure.  Even if their posture, and their leader's words, hadn't made their intent clear, what she was unwillingly feeling from them certainly would have spelled it out rather plainly for her.  Still, despite their number and armaments, she wasn't really worried.  Even without her magic, she doubted their weapons could get past the defenses granted by the Rings of Azar.<br/><br/>Just as she was contemplating how to dispatch these degenerates, however, Raven sensed another presence.  Their emotions were hard to read, controlled, though perhaps not to the extent she could her own.  He, the voice was definitely male, wasn't dressed like the others, and seemed hostile towards them.  The fact he claimed she was owned by something called "the Triads" was rather irritating, but he appeared to be trying to deceive the criminals.<br/><br/>There was a wave of unease from the thugs, even some fear, at the mention of these... Triads and the flashing of the newcomer's tattoo.  Whoever they were, the Triads seemed to be a force to be reckoned with, and maybe they could get out of this without the need for the use of violence.  Perhaps she could play along?  She wasn't very good at acting, as her one attempt at entering the theater of Azarath could attest, but it was worth a shot, right?<br/><br/>"Yes... yes, I belong to the Triads," she said, stepping over next to the man who had claimed they "owned" her.  "If you know what's best for you and your friends, then you'll leave me alone."  She had no idea if she was helping or not, but in all honesty... no.  No she was not.  She didn't carry herself like a hooker, and she was far too confident in herself for someone owned by an infamous organization like the Triads.  Combine this with the fact her "rescuer" was alone, and she'd just made up their leader's mind.  "So... go away.  Now."<br/><br/>"You don't scare us, ya damn chink!"  The lead thug snapped, his fear turning into anger as he stepped forward.  He was also ignoring her entirely now, it seemed  "This ain't Triad turf and ya got no back up!  Now hand over the whore and we might just let ya keep breathin'!"  Oh.  They thought she was a prostitute.  Okay, she was done with this nonsense.<br/><br/>"Not how I saw myself spending my first few minutes on Earth," Raven muttered wryly, glancing over at her "protector" and sighing softly.  "Thanks for trying, anyway."  She then stepped forward, cloak sweeping aside as she raised her hands.  "You guys picked the wrong time to be brave."  Dark energy enveloped her hands, the thugs tensing up as her eyes glowed white.<br/><br/>"Get that freak!"  The leader shouted, his voice going slightly shrill from fear.  The criminals hesitated briefly, but still they followed orders, most charging Raven, though some went for the newcomer as well.<br/><br/>"I don't think so," the cloaked Azarathian said, sending a wave of the dark energy outwards that swept up several of her attackers and pinned them to the far wall with a dull crack.  "Who's next?"