<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, 21:47<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr/><br/>He was by far not the only one that wanted a break from all the fighting, all the near brushes with complete disaster, and everything else that had happened since.  It got tiring, in every way possible, to be in a constant state of readiness for the 'other shoe to drop', as the Earth people said, but it was what they had signed up for.  Yes, it was hard, but on the other hand, if they didn't stand up for the innocent bystanders that were even then making their way through life the only way they knew how, then who would?  Edmund Burke, another wise Earthling in his own way, (rather fitting since some of her more arrogant and egocentric people thought<em>they</em>were enlightened beings compared to their planetary neighbors, more fools were they in M'gann's opinion), had once said that 'the only thing necessary for evil to triumph was for good men to do nothing', and that was indeed quite true, that's why people like her and Orin existed.  They were willing to stand in the way of disaster, to save as many people as they could, but she understood all too well why most people would have rather turned a blind eye to such things.  A part of her would have vastly preferred a peaceful, quiet life, and in another reality she probably had been happy as a child, had had more to look forward to than a lonely, depressing existence as an outcast among her own people.  In this one though she had chosen to stand up for what was right and good and decent, and there was no turning back, no matter how much she wanted to do so on some of her bad days.  A sentiment she knew Orin understood in his own way as she leaned into his side when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.  His presence, even as his mind wandered, was welcome indeed.<br/><br/>As for being 'right' about where he wanted to be over where he was, M'gann wasn't at all surprised, although she also knew that he was happy to see her again.  His responsibilities as the rightful ruler of Atlantis demanded he make sacrifices regarding his personal happiness, a choice he'd make if he could if it meant his people were happy and safe, two things they hadn't been for some time even if she didn't know just how bad the second war had been.  Not that it mattered or bore thinking about further, not with what Orin said next.  M'gann only sighed, having seen magic aplenty, both on Mars and in Atlantis, but she didn't have an aptitude for it herself, nor the patience to learn more about it even if she had.  Prophecies were tricky business anyway, since they could easily become distorted, corrupted if things weren't handled delicately, but the consequences of ignoring them were greater still.  So she understood that much, and why Orin was so frustrated with his Seers for not being a bit more forthcoming on the details, but at least he had a location, and a lead from Ivy apparently, a strange bit of irony but one that fit if the way she had become more powerful was any connection to whatever was heading for the city.  Coincidences like that were a little too convenient for her liking though, which meant there might just be some truth to the ramblings of Orin's Seers back in Atlantis, a sentiment he probably picked up on before she could stop it from filtering through the link.  She blushed but didn't apologize for the slip up though as she nestled closer into Orin's embrace, her head resting against his side and his arm.  Despite all that he had said though, M'gann was just happy he was here at all.  Ivy, this doom that was apparently fast approaching, all of that was in the future, and if they acted accordingly, it might not even occur.  It was probably too much to ask for, but one could only hope.<br/><br/>Slowly sitting back up, M'gann sighed but managed a smile despite everything that had fallen on their lap.  In the end, it was just another day at the office for people like them.<strong>"Regardless of this 'Rot' that might be on the way, I'm happy just to sit here and enjoy the view with you Uncle Orin.  It's....nice just to take a step back every now and again, to remember what it is we fight for, and to just take a moment to relax if nothing else.  We don't get enough chances to just enjoy the moment."</strong>She stated, before beaming when a thought came to mind.<strong>"Oh!  Artemis said Kori was back in town!  She....probably found you by now though I imagine."</strong>She blushed, remembering more than a few stories of Kori and Orin being....together, but she smiled and looked up towards Orin anyway, since Kori made everyone happy and welcome regardless of who or what they happened to be.  Her expression darkened somewhat though as her thoughts turned elsewhere.<strong>"....Someone came after me again a few months ago, an organization called the Continuum.  They knew exactly who I was and more importantly, <em>what </em>I really am, and they threatened Artemis, and anyone else I call a friend on Earth if I didn't come with them.  Obviously that didn't happen, but I thought I should warn you, just in case they come after you too.  They seem to have an unhealthy interest in anything alien or otherwise non human in origin.  I also met someone called Captain Atom about the same time, he helped me escape the same day.  That's...a long story though, but if you see someone with metal skin and is able to fly, leaving atomic energy in his wake, trust him, he's a good man who's just been dealt a really bad hand."</strong>That was a massive understatement, but it was the truth in a nutshell as she sent a mental image of Nathaniel Adams, both with his dilusteel armor and without it, for Orin to see so he'd be able to recognize him if he hadn't seen him already, as well as an image of Lieutenant Sykes, the man that had been in charge of the strike team that had been assigned to capture her, dead or alive, as well as the technology they had brought to bear on her.  The psychic EMP like grenade they had used against her, which had been quite effective against her no less, the kinetic absorbent armor, and anything else she thought relevant should they try again, either with her or anyone else.  Only after she was done did she lean into Orin's side, a minute tremor passing through her since that had been a very close call, too close for her liking, and it still scared her to think of what they might have done to her had they taken her back to their labs.