<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, Zod, open<br/><br/>Raven could understand having bad dreams, having had a few herself over the years, especially since she'd met her father.  She listened to Kara, not needing her empathy to tell that the smile on the Kryptonian's face was fake, and just sitting there in silence while the blonde woman spoke.  Azar had done the same for her on multiple occasions, so she felt she had a good idea how to be a decent listener if nothing else.  The crest on Kara's chest wasn't an S, but rather a symbol that represented hope.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't mind trying some," Raven replied to the offer of coffee, enjoying the smell of it at the very least.  "Sounds like one complicated mess," she went on, referring to the situation between her and Lor.  His father sounded like a real winner, something she understood all too well.  The Azarathian sorceress looked up as said son of a tyrant entered the lounge as well, meeting his disinterested gaze with a flat stare of her own until he moved on.  "I think it could technically be called food, if you were desperate."  If the son of Zod wanted to eat bad food, it wasn't her problem.  "I don't exactly read minds.  I'm empathic, not telepathic."  She gestured towards the ceiling as she continued.  "It's how I knew you woke up, actually."