<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>M'gann M'orzz<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Miss Martian<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Remnants of the Justice League<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 21:40<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr/><br/>The feeling of relief and happiness Orin sent her way was a blessing in and of itself to the powerful telapath, and M'gann breathed a sigh of relief, before she began on one of her rambling, almost non stop rants.  She was both embarrassed and relieved when Orin merely took it in stride and gently reprimanded her need to apologize for being taken out of the fight.  She knew he was right, as he usually was about this kind of thing, and merely radiated a sense of mild embarrassment yet joy at having him in her head again.<em>"Me too, that you're safe and sound I mean."</em>M'gann replied, breathing easier now that the worst of it was over at the moment.  Having Orin so close, even if there was a literal wall between them, was a massive and welcome relief on its own, and as for the wall, that was a minor obstacle when you could simply density shift right through it.  Besides, Orin was right, she had done all she could, all she could that didn't endanger more people at least.  She could have easily let that gas tank explode, potentially hurting many innocent people, but that wasn't how she operated, how she chose to use her powers.  Innocent people came first, even in her current, darker moods that demanded she remove the immediate threat more times than not before worrying about such things as collateral damage.  Some things didn't change with M'gann, no matter how far her rage and darker impulses tried to dictate otherwise.  She was too much of a good person to let that be any other way.<br/><br/>Listening as Orin explained what had happened at the bank after she'd left, M'gann breathed easier that Garth was there, about to start pumping the eco terrorist for information.  He'd get to the bottom of this whole thing, it was what he was good at.  Besides, it was a relief in its own right that the mage, and another of her friends from Atlantis, was alive and well, having lost contact with the man the day she lost contact with Orin.  It had hurt to lose all contact with the underwater kingdom, with her friends, her 'uncle', so to know they were alive and well was a weight off M'gann's shoulders.  The fact there had been no known fatalities at the bank was a relief in its own right of course, but before she could reply, Orin asked how he might enter the clocktower.  She honestly didn't know because she'd been slipping in and out of consciousness the whole way to the building before she had finally succumbed, revisiting a time she didn't want to think about, even now.  The most Orin would get from that was a spike of sorrow, grief, and a brief hint of the negative emotions she still couldn't handle all that well before M'gann would forcibly push those thoughts to the back of her mind.<em>"I honestly don't know how we got here or how to deactivate any counter measures she might have in place.  I was unconscious for most of the trip here, so I'll be outside in a second."</em>She reassured him softly, before finding a piece of paper to write Dinah a note, saying she would be back, she was just talking to one of her old friends who'd been at the bank that night.  She had a lot to talk about with Orin as well, the least of which being the idea that they might be founding a new Justice League if everything went well.  That said, she just wanted to see him face to face again, and not have to worry about another super powered criminal breathing down their necks.  She really just needed a hug, but that'd be embarrassing to admit over an open telepathic line, even though she was sure no one else was able to hear a word they were saying to each other.  She'd have known if there was, even in her current state.<br/><br/>Taking a breath, M'gann focused her thoughts to making herself intangible, for lack of a better word, and flew right through the clock face before her before making a beeline for where Orin was waiting for her.  Unlike Orin, she wasn't so concerned with being looked at strangely by anyone that might walk by or see them standing on a rooftop.  She was a literal alien, and they had different ideas of what was considered 'odd behavior'.  Even so, she understood why Orin would be worried about such things, so she'd let him choose where to continue the rest of their talk, but right then, she didn't give him much time to do much before slamming into his chest, becoming visible as her arms wrapped around his waist.  She only came up to his chin, but that was enough as she looked up into his face after a few moments of almost squeezing the air from his lungs.  Even with her superior strength, M'gann was no warrior, unlike the King of Atlantis, but she made up for it in other ways, a fact he knew well.  That said, that was far from the martian's thoughts as she buried her face in his armored chest again, her eyes misting over as tears filled them, grateful, relieved, and a dozen other emotions of the same flooding her mind and the link at the same time.<strong>"It's so good to see you again Uncle Orin.  I know we've talked before now but....it's still good to see you after so long apart."</strong>She whispered, unable to do more than that at the moment.