<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>Lost, confused, and maybe under threat<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open,<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Across space and time she came, crossing the boundaries between dimensions, fleeing the world that had been her home for twenty years in order to spare it a most terrible fate.  Raven, daughter of Trigon, was fated to bring destruction, and she wanted nothing more than to escape this destiny.  She hoped to find allies, as Azar suggested, by going to the planet Earth, the place of her mother's birth and her own conception, though she fears whatever champions she finds won't be enough.  Still, the portal opens and she steps through and onto Earth.  Then the noise and smell of the place hits her like a slap to the face.<br/><br/>"Ugh, by the First," she hissed quietly, lifting the hem of her cloak to cover her nose.  This place reeked of filth and bodily waste.  Where had she emerged?  Multiple story buildings ahead and behind her, perhaps with a three or four meter gap between them, forming a long passage to her left and right.  Above she glimpsed the sky, blue with white clouds, while to one side was a metal box on small wheels.  "Where on Earth am I?"  Perhaps she should have consulted with her mother about the place before her departure.  Then again, the woman would have likely tried to stop her.  How was she supposed to find allies when she didn't even know where to start?<br/><br/>"Well, well, well," a voice to her left drawled, figures emerging from the shadows of the buildings and nearby doorways.  They wore ragged, mismatched clothing and carried various blunt and sharp weapons.  "Look at what we have here, boys."  The leader, she assumed, was the largest and filthiest of the lot, and he was leering at her like she was a side of meat.  Any other person and they would likely shiver, but all Raven did was glare at him coldly from within the depths of her hood.  "You one of them costumed freaks?  Gonna teach us felons 'the error of our ways'?"  Criminals, then.  Interesting.  She knew of crime as a concept, but it didn't really exist on Azarath.  No one needed to steal, and harming another was strictly forbidden.  How disgusting.  "Well, sweetheart, round here we do the teachin', ain't that right?"  His "boys" agreed.  "So how bout we teach you something, then, girly?"