<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/163274969/large.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Raven (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294841.msg14453699#msg14453699)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Unknown<br/><strong>Location:</strong> White Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bruce/John, Open<br/><strong>Note:</strong> N/A</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">From this individual alone, she could sense multiple of fluctuating emotions — some she could detect and identity easily, others she couldn't distinguish as they were very unfamiliar to her. His whole body posture indicated his wariness and eagerness to spring to action if anything were to happen and yet she couldn't sense an inkling of fear and panic within this strange individual. He was vastly different from her, especially when she felt she was the awkward one despite she was the one who initiated the conversation between them. At the very least he was polite enough to respond to her by giving a name, but whether the name was really his or not, Raven didn't want to pry nor felt it was her place to ask. He had his right to his privacy, after all.<br/><br/>"Yeah.. Same. I got the same note too. So it means we might have others who might stumble into this room or.. we might be the only two lucky ones. Depends on how you want to see the situation, I guess." She was certain John would beg to differ but she gave an easy roll of her shoulders, as if to feign indifference. Then came his question about Doctor Fate and Raven could only give John a blank stare in return, before she spoke again, "Not.. really. Why do you think he would bring us here? Seems kinda a waste to bring some strangers to a fancy place, and I have to admit, this place is hella fancy if you ask me." She gave a small glance around in the white room, seeing how utterly clean the room really was and without a speck of dust whatsoever, just like the room she exited earlier.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, when the man named John reassured he was no threat to her as well, her amethyst gaze lowered down to his shin and she gave a tilt of her head, "I beg to differ. I'm not the one armed with a knife.. Also, you look like you are ready to pounce on anything that moves. Just.. don't do that to me, kay? It'll be rude either way." Whether she was making jest or not, was up to the young man — though the young woman kept with the passive and incrutable expression upon her face.<br/><br/>"Also, you didn't disturb me at all. Was just doing some meditation to pass the time until you showed up.. I usually am not the person to make conversations but.. well, dire situations force people to do the things that they may not like." At least she was honest about it. Problem was, how does one continue a conversation with another individual especially when they both were total strangers? The conversation soon went to a halting silence at first and it lingered for a moment or two before she broke it once more. This time, she had those discerning pair of eyes upon his features as she spoke again, her tone remained monotonous and aloof, "Also.. No offense? But you look like you need a shower. Like a good, long one, in fact."<br/></span>