<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>WEARING:</strong>Borrowed workout clothes (https://www.bodybybrazil.com/media/morena/blackmagic-jumpsuit01.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22nd, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early in the morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Training Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Morning workout<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion, Roy, Open<br/><br/><em><strong>“That’s uh…”</strong></em>His hand rose to scratch the red blades of his hair.<em><strong>“That’s interesting.”</strong></em><br/><br/>"I could share what I know of the style, if you like," Raven told the newcomer, still moving through the next set as she continued.  "But that's up to you."<br/><br/>Brion blinks at that last part.<strong><em>"I've never had the patience for meditation...just to warn you. If you can be patient with me, I'd like to learn."</em></strong>he thinks about her question.<em><strong>"Uhm...you say it like it's some kind of forgone conclusion. Normally the conversation is rather fine by today's standards. I'm a little old fashioned and don't kiss and tell."</strong></em>he says.<em><strong>"Why do you ask? Maybe I can answer that question?"</strong></em><br/><br/>"If I can be patient enough to sit through one of the High Librarian's lectures, I think I can handle you."  Raven remembered one such lecture having almost put her to sleep.  Then the part where she asked about them having sex came up and she actually stopped to stare at Brion, as if dumbfounded.  "The two of you give off so much sexual desire when around one another that I'm surprised you can say that.  I asked because I was curious, and I want to learn more about Earth culture.  The fact the two of you haven't yet copulated despite the desire you both share... your will is stronger than I initially believed."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6_UpVq2wl0/V8GAHgfWVII/AAAAAAAAA_o/FizZ_6jTLwYF6tYigWRLqFTvumPbuf7WwCLcB/s1600/Laura%2BMichelle%2BPrestin%2B8.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Stargirl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15042212#msg15042212)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22nd, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early in the morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Kitchen<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Breakfast, woo~!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion, Open<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Breakfast Song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oc-O3AD4xKE)<br/><br/>Brion grins at that.<em><strong>"I didn't know male cooking was sexy here.  At home it...would not be thought of that way.  It is good to know that the way to anyone's heart is through their stomach regardless of their gender."</strong></em><br/><br/>"Oh, yeah, a man with good domestic skills is quite the turn on, or so I hear."  Courtney chuckled.  "Never been any good at it myself, but I think it's a lack of time to practice rather than talent."<br/><br/>He shrugs.<strong><em>"I'm not quite sure yet.  We did spend three hours driving and talking. And I didn't have to wrestle her or throw her over my shoulder to get her to come in here... so progress of some kind.  I guess I'll know once she actually tries some and is either happy or not."</em></strong><br/><br/>"The lack of violent retribution<em>is</em>a good sign," she observed, taking a slightly exaggerated thinking pose.  "Now all you need to do is nail the meal, and you should be all set.  Maybe.  I don't know Helena, so I can't say for certain."<br/><br/>He laughs at that a little harder than maybe he should have.<em><strong>"I very much doubt that Helena would be jealous of me and anyone."</strong></em>he says easily enough.<strong><em>"But no, this is not me trying to win your heart, just buying your friendship with the magic of hospitality."</em></strong><br/><br/>"Well, good, because despite what you say about her feelings, I like my head to remain attached to my shoulders, thanks very much."  She made a dramatic motion of slicing through her own neck, then tilted her head to the side while going comically bug-eyed and sticking out her tongue.  "She seems the sort to not take poaching well."<br/><br/>He nodes sagely.<strong><em>"Ah good, simple egg creations should do it them."</em></strong>he says.<em><strong>"Did interrupt you from something...speaking of your valuable time?"</strong></em>he teases her and lets her taste the first few plates he's done.<br/><br/>"Never claimed to be a gourmet, so simple is good," she assured him, making pleased noises as she played taste tester.  "Mmm... you got some winners here, man.  As for what I was doing, well, I was coming to get breakfast when the smell of all this good cooking lured me along like a wily temptress, sending to my inevitable death by calorie overdose!"<br/><br/>He looks a little dubious at that.<em><strong>"You are like the most cheerful person I've met. What exactly did your rebellious phase consist of...only forty smiles in the morning instead of the full hundred?"</strong></em>he asks jokingly.<br/><br/>"Don't let the cheery facade fool ya," she began, passing a hand in front of her face to transition from bright and chipper to dour and brooding.  "I have a dark soul that drowns in bitterness."  Her voice was all gravelly and deep now.  "Back when I was a tyke, I kind of resented my stepdad for—ack, oh god, my throat!"  She coughed, unable to keep up the pretense, and giggled.  "I was a brat to him for the longest time.  Figured he was trying to steal away my mom and all that jazz."  She sighed and shook her head ruefully.  "So... yeah.  I made life hard for the guy when he was just trying to become a part of the family."<br/><br/>He turns and flips the home made hash browns and rolls the sausages.<em><strong>"Well, I'm not allowed to go home currently. But generally its pretty good. Sure there are a lot of duties and protocols you need to follow. But my life has been blessed compared to many. I have taken the route of nobles oblige to heart, I try and do things that help out. Charities, an environmental approach initiative that can be backed by science. Sort of like that."</strong></em>he says.<em><strong>"Mostly I just go to school and try to practice with my powers by patrolling and catching criminals."</strong></em><br/><br/><strong><em>"How about you? What have you been up to?"</em></strong><br/><br/>"Well aren't you quite the little philanthropist," she observed with an appreciative whistle.  "Sucks about not being able to go home, though.  As for me, well, I just got done with college.  Got my degree in robotics and everything."  She grinned as she thought of her stepdad and his giant mech suit.  "Other than that, well, just trying to live as normal a life as a teenager with an arch nemesis can."