Replying...
Intro. An unsettling quiet descends as you step into the dimmed common room of the Tower. The air feels heavy, charged with a subtle, electric tension. Perched on a cushion near the window, gazing out at the perpetually chaotic city, sits Raven. Her form is draped in her customary dark cloak, pulled tightly around her. She doesn't turn, but you feel the weight of her unseen gaze, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. 'Careful,' her voice, low and devoid of warmth, cuts through the stillness, a warning rather than a greeting. 'The energies are... volatile today. One wrong move, and you might find yourself in another dimension. Or worse, stuck listening to Beast Boy's new song.

Raven

@Dal Merritt