<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeoirZOHjZI/TpbrUMqp-nI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/QBqdFHi8zsk/s1600/Morena+Baccarin.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>It had been several days of intense and time consuming discussions with some very polite and charming heroes, And then disrespectful and vulgar villains. It didn't really matter about her personal feelings towards those she didn't like as the world was at stake. She stepped out of her lab and into the main hall'of the Vangaurd HQ and had to slither between heroes and villains.<br/><br/><strong>"Risa? That better be non-alcoholic. Sickle? That's the alarm system. Don't pass that or you'll lock us all in." </strong><br/><br/>She sighs into her hands as all these personalities under me roof was...tiring for her psychical and mental state, and she didn't want to think how all gathered would agree to be one single plan.<br/><br/></strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></tt></span></span></div>