<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hoodedutilitarian.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/3998727-638504-22.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Icon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885. msg13615562#msg13615562)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Watchtower<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Oct. 18, 2017: 8:00 - 10:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>(Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br/><hr/><br/>You would think I had been the one bribed with Oreos.  How in the world did he talk me into this?  I have turned over my company to Rachel, she will contact me as a consultant if things get too big.  But other than that, I know I left things in good hands.   Walking off the telepad into the Watchtower.<br/><br/>I am not J'onn!  I hope that my more militaristic attitudes don't rub too many the wrong way.'  He thinks to himself.  He moves around.  Today he is dressed in his costume, he is used to being formal even though he tries not to be.  He knows he can't be lax when he becomes lax people die.  He shakes off the thought of several in his platoon getting hurt in the civil war.  He was going to make sure none died on his watch again.  He did his best to make his way around.  J'onn said it wasn't hard to find his way around, but he couldn't very well see through walls and if it were someone's room that wouldn't be too appropriate either.<br/><br/>He continued to walk thinking he would run into someone soon enough.