<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 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15031642#msg15031642)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday August 22nd, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Before 7AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Justice League's Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Wondering what's going on<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kara, open<br/><br/>Raven had been going through the process of starting the day, which began with a wash, once she figured out the shower, followed by centering herself for the day ahead.  It was during this ritual that she sensed a sudden spike of despair, anger, and self-loathing.  It was a volatile cocktail that made her visibly wince and broke her concentration, the sorceress frowning as she lowered herself to the floor from where she had been hovering above it in meditation.  The storm of negative emotions wasn't far and seemed to be coming from one of her new comrades.  Already dressed, Raven let out a sigh and left her room in order to investigate, following the swirling mess downstairs and into the lounge.  It was the woman named Kara, the one related to Superman, if she recalled correctly.  Interesting.<br/><br/>"You seem to be having a great morning," Raven remarked dryly as she stepped into the room, hood lowered for the first time since she'd met the Kryptonian.  Her dark red eyes were clearly visible and focused on Kara while the blonde brewed something that smelled pretty good.  "I know I shouldn't be bothering, since it's really none of my business, but it's hard to ignore that tempest of negativity you have swirling around you at the moment."  She walked over to the table and had a seat, one leg crossing over the other while her cloak settled around her in a pool of dark purple cloth that made it look like she was seated in a pool of ink.  "Let me guess; it has something to do with that armored behemoth you were glaring at yesterday."  It wasn't really a question.