<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WOPrUT6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Suit as pictured<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22st 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Approximately 7 A.M.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Breakfast<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>CFO$ - #MMMGorgeous (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQx0EQoheDQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kara Zor-El, the Supergirl, Raven, Brion Markov, Megan Moarse, Helena Bertilleni, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Although Lor could hear the words that Kara and Raven were exchanging he tuned them out. He was not part of their conversation and beyond that listening in was rude, he was not interested. The discomfort that either women experienced as part of the new environment they found themselves in elicited little empathy with Lor, even if he could relate to both. Empathy, compassion, and the like were not things that an upbringing in the Phantom Zone by one of Krypton's greatest generals and his followers had cultivated. Lor knew that Kal El had visited the Phantom Zone once or twice, and knew it for the living hell that it was, but did Kara Zor El know? Did she know that constant torment that her house had discovered and prompted the High Council to use as punishment? There were survivors of Krypton within the Zone, but they had been driven so mad by their imprisonment that even Dru Zod would never consider releasing them except as an apocalyptic stroke of spite.<br/><br/>He continued to eat the awful food of the MRE when Brion entered and did not acknowledge the half-naked regent. The male's appearance lacked dignity and Lor elected not to engage the man unless directly addressed.<br/><br/>The hulking Kryptonian paused when the female Martian made her entrance. He raised his eyes from his deliberately undelicious choice of meals and looked over the green-hued female. As a Martian, her form was fluid and could be whatever she desired, and the form that Megan had elected to take was quite beautiful. Very desirable. Lor Zod felt a certain amount of desire for the Martian that he kept tightly under control; the son of Zod's control over his emotions was tyrannical and complete. Without a suitable female Kryptonian mate, a Martian was an acceptable substitute; a Martian would bear strong sons to carry on the name of Zod.<br/><br/>Lor Zod finished what he was chewing and rose from his seat.<strong>"Hello, Megan Moarse. I am Lor Zod, son of General Dru Zod and Ursa."</strong>The large Kryptonian said, introducing himself.<strong>"Earth journalists refer to me as 'the Lord.'"</strong><br/><br/>He slowly turned his head and gazed at the Huntress. The large Kryptonian looked at what the Markovian had cooked, and allowed himself to perceive with his superhuman senses. While not the work of a culinary master, it was above middling quality.<strong>"Taking insult is your choice."</strong><br/><br/>The tall male turned his gaze back to the female Martian. He cocked his head to one side.<strong>"Yesterday the League entrusted us with this Sanctuary as a base of operations. The facilities are alleged to be equal to those of the Watchtower, and we are to use the facilities and our discretion to further the League's goals and agenda."</strong>He paused, then looked slowly over at the food that Brion invited others to eat.<strong>"You should partake. It will help you to bond with the others."</strong>The hulking male advised the female Martian.<br/><br/>Then Lor returned to his seat and resumed eating. His meal was almost complete and very soon he would have no reason to be present in the lounge.