<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Bnk8dSNIAAAPRXb.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mari: Vixen<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black and Gold Catsuit (https://i.imgur.com/AGPTVvi_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Morning, around 3:00AM EST—> Meeting Time at 12:00PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Off the Coast Of Icelandic Waters—> Returning to Base<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Illegal Whalers, getting the call from Aquaman<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open; Mentioning: Aquaman & Supergirl, seeing Damien Wayne as well<br/><hr/>Despite the International Whaling Commission banning all commercial whaling over 30 years ago, there were still greedy businessmen, glutinous thrill-seeking tourists, and the amoral poachers that enabled them. There were few things that ignited Mari’s rage deep within her soul, but the systematic brutal hunting of species that had no business in the excitable bellies of corporate overlords and dumbass Americans and Europeans were quite up there. As were tusk slashers, pelt trappers, and people who talked at the theatre.....<strong>the special hell is reserved for them!</strong>So she had lost count how long she had been out here, doing her own thing off the coast of Iceland maybe.....three days? Sounds about right. Hard to keep track when you’ve spent most of your time underwater.<br/><br/><em>Istiompax indica (Black Marlin):</em>Mari could swim up to 129 kilometers per hour, streaming through the clear, icy depths as the temporary gills formed down her neck and forearms. The salt filtered through her glazed lungs as they reformed to her new adaptation, isinglass coating her organs, and her blood ran clear as she streamlined through the waves.<br/><br/>Her current investigation was currently leading her to the<em>S.M.Veiðimaður</em>, an Icelandic Whaling ship targeting fin whales. She had heard the vicious call of the herd under attack at the nets dragged them in, spearing the tough hides as blood coated the foamy waves.<br/><br/><em>Araneae (spider)</em>: Reaching the metal shell of the side of the ship, Mari extended her hands and the palms adhered to the wall. Pulling herself up, she scaled the wall, dripping down to the water behind her. Her dyed crimson hair was plastered to her face, and her normally caramel skin tone was white as snow due to the differing substances flowing through her. The gills on her form flowed down and reabsorbed back upon her skin, the lungs burning for a quick moment as they reformed back to inhaling the crisp air. She pulled herself over the railing and stalked over towards the metal door.<br/><br/><em>Rhinocerotidae (rhinoceros):</em>Gathering her right fist, the form of the beast’s horn hovering over her curled knuckles, Mari punched a massive hole into the thick iron. Jumping through the hole in the wall, she acrobatically summersaulted across the metal flooring, head over heels and landed on right blended knee, taking out her blooded nails and slashing them upward, sheathing her claws into the crotch of a man running up the steps towards the commotion. The man instantly froze and made a gurgling noise before she stood, ripping the hardened blades upwards and gutting him from balls to belly.<br/><br/>Another poaching thug was racing up so Mari grabbed the handrails on either side of her with both hands and used both feet to kick him forward, straight in his skull, knocking him backwards and into two other men.<br/><br/><em>Malapteruridae (electric catfish):</em>Aiming her fist, she gathered the force of multiple electric currents at vaulted 300 volts towards them, frying their fleshy bodies with the current and killing the three of them instantly. Stepping over them with confidence, Mari’s heels clanked causally as she reached the helm and disabled SOS communications as well as engine and rigging systems. They wouldn’t be going anywhere for a long while.<br/><br/>Suddenly, an aquatic voice filled her head:<br/><br/>OOO- .. -..- o-. / .-. . .--o --- .-. - / - o--- / -o.. .- ... . / OO -- -- . -.. .. o- - . O-.. -.--<br/><br/><em>Aquaman. </em><br/><br/>The man somehow knew she had spent an obscene amount of time as a marine creature and needed the aquatic morse to reach her as quickly as possible. Mari paused and turned with a frown, dripping heavily as she retracted her steps and ran back the way she came. Running now she launched off the edge of the whaling ship and dove into the choppy  water, consuming the aura of<em>Istiompax indica </em>once more to make it back to the Sanctuary in record time. By then her skin had gone back to its pale milkiness, the tattoos and piercings adorning her skin quite stark as she entered through the Atlantic water passage to rise up in the pool inside. Swimming to the ladder, her body started to warm itself back to darker human form, the wolf totem at her chest slowly dimming as she pressed her powers back within the conduit.<br/><br/>Her black catsuit with golden accents clung to the sharp curvature of her body like a second skin, and not waiting to dry off she stalked towards the steps, leaving wet footprints in her wake, and with a scowl on her stunning face entered the Meeting Chamber only to see it filled already with the immensely power beings that made up this empire. She scanned the room and saw the very stern and troubled expression, well....except Supergirl, who was always extremely social.<br/><br/>She stood there, dripping onto the floor. “What happened?” Being in the waters for the last couple days, she had lost all connection between her and the news systems. So she had no idea why she had been summoned from her work abruptly....unless something extreme had happened.