<strong>Place:</strong>Citadel of Steel<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Pee-Gee; Open.<br/><hr/><br/>Each step of his feet along the mesmerizing marble floors were as loud as the crack of thunder when the infamous words 'Shazam!' would be belted out by his house, at least that is how it seemed as Live Wire walked through the empty and monstrously large halls of the Citadel of Steel. There wasn't much that Garth had not seen in all his years, in both his time-line and this one, yet he had to admit to himself that it was a first for him to see a house as marvellous in magnificence as the House of Steel. Compared to the House of Thunder, it was much more...he paused to think of the world, a hum mindlessly escaping his throat in the process until he found something suitable. Divine, was the word most appropriate in that case. He figured this was the work of Wonder Woman, or perhaps simply her subconscious influence on the house that had it air such a feel. She was a Goddess after all, and the one initiating all the talk between both his own house and hers. The place was really a marvellous sight, yet it lacked that ambience of war that was ever so prevalent in House Thunder, thanks to the decoration muses of Black Adam. The man sure knew how to turn a place into a Black and Golden fortress that rivalled the Pyramids in structure, but oh well.<br/><br/>There was one thing missing in this place, for Garth specifically, and that was the human who was supposed to escort him around the house in order to meet with a representative from House Steel. Live Wire was sent under the order of Captain Marvell in order to strengthen relations between both houses, discuss possible campaigns and generally get a feel of the place. There had been talks of the negotiations between the houses as of recently, as others discussed the rumours and potential of such a union, of its dangers and consequences. Yet, only Live Wire and his house knew the truth of everything, knew what was truly to be reaped from such a Union. The two largest houses on the planet, uniting together to exterminate the rest of the heroes and villains Garth read about in his history books back in his own time-line. The benefits would be un-matched, the rewards un-imaginable, yet most of all it provided him the chance to go toe-to-toe with all these Legends, all these people he could only admire statues of in a museum no longer than five years ago.<br/><br/><em>Five whole years...</em><br/><br/>Five whole years, Garth thought to himself, that he took the Legion's flightring and his future's technology to warp space and time and portal himself into this parallel and twisted world. He had the advantage of knowing what had started everything, the advantage of reading about the houses and knowing exactly where he should go and which house to ally with. Yet, he was not so lucky to find any more information than those basics. He remembred, that day he showed up at the gates of the young House of Thunder, how he challenged Captain Marvell himself to begin fulfilling his desire of fighting these heroes, these behemoths, and getting his ass thoroughly handed to him after a fight that lasted a full three day's cycle. He remembered how the House was impressed with his abilities, how they offered to take him in and nurture him.<br/><br/>The fact that Garth could control Thunder and Electricity was a plus, of corse. I mean, the house was almost made for the guy. This went very favourably with  Black Adam, along with the rest of the Marvel family who thought Garth fit in rather well, and made an excellent addition to their ranks. Slowly, Garth's desires began to twist and change because of this world. The urge and deep need to spark fights and hellishly doom himself to battles he had no hope of winning dwindled, in favour of his growing feelings towards this house. He'd not seen anything like in the four corners of his future time, nothing like this. It was structured, hard, militaristic, ruled by a family who could rival Superman in strength and agility any day of the week and ruling with an iron fist. No wonder they had the strength to trample and dominate most of Europe.<br/><br/><em>Five years...</em><br/><br/>Five years later and here he was, a new-born son of House Thunder, high enough in rank earned in battle that he was counted amongst the first sons and representatives of House Thunder. He was a new man, a new born man...but yet still a curious one. It was remarkable really, how curiosity had been the biggest life-shifting trait Garth had. Hell, it was curiosity that had him earn his powers in the first place, curiosity had him steal and betray the Legion, curiosity had him -here-. So, with the absence of his supposed 'Guide' to take him through the house, Live Wire decided he would take the tour himself and see where his feet would take him. It was a calculated risk, knowing that any idiot with no knowledge of his identity would naturally take an offensive stance on his presence and from there, things could spiral out of control rather quickly. But, he sure as hell wasn't going to stand there waiting. Nothing happens if you don't take initiative.<br/><br/>So he walked, through white halls and corridors, across great pillars and venues before he finally heard the faintest of sounds in the distance. "Ah, people~" he mused, finally finding someone that he could possibly get something out of. Answers, Questions, hell, even a mindless conversation would do, he just hated this silence. He moved his arm upwards and his hand clenched into a fist, and with a small lift from his feet the man was airborne and flying in the direction of the noise. It was then that he noticed how his black and yellow attire conflicted with the white and blue ambience of the place. Ah well.<br/><br/>Finally, he found the source of the noise, and it was of all things...a human, running out of a room after closing the door behind him. Garth's eyes inspected the man, sweat beads dripping down his brow and nervousness engulfing him. It was as-if he was trying to control fear within that feeble body of his and failing miserably.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, do you--"<br/><br/>He spoke, took another initiative, yet the man ignored his presence entirely. Well, ignored would not be the right word. It wasn't as if he had seen him and chose not to talk to him, but it seemed as if the human didn't even realize Garth was there. Too preoccupied with an order, he must have been. Still, the place from which he was running showed promise. Perhaps the source of this man's nervousness was someone with enough knowledge or place to actually tell him something about why he was sent here. So he descended, to a large door which he promptly pushed open in order to peek inside. To avoid a surprise fist flying towards his face, he preluded the action with a few loud words to make sure he was heard.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, yeah, the person supposed to show me around here kind of didn't show, I was wond--"<br/><br/>His words were cut yet again, but this time, of his own choice. While he was speaking, the door was arching open, and his eyes finally lay upon the person concealed within the confinement of the room. His eyes took a moment to adjust and figure out who the person before him was, with her back turned, facing a mirror. He peered inspecitvely, looking over the curves of the woman's figure and the rather enjoyable tightness of her attire. He quickly determined that he wasn't simply looking at a secretary or anyone of the sort, no, but someone far more important.<br/><br/>He was looking right at Power Girl, or, to be specific, her curved behind.