<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 22, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Laboratory<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Awkward Zod Is Awkward<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Artemis<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zod offered no further elaboration on the matter of telling Artemis to acquire Kryptonite tipped arrows, and provided no insight as to his motive for making the directive.<br/><br/>He watched with lidded eyes as Artemis removed her mask. His expression did not change but inwardly it pleased him to be obeyed. The large Kryptonian male nodded when asked if it was better.<strong>"Your features are very aesthetically pleasing. It is . . . unfortunate . . . that you must engage in the pragmatism of concealing them."</strong>He said, offering her a fortune of words.<br/><br/>The next question did not elicit a response that was as readily forthcoming. Zod cocked his head to one side, and the slowly to the other. He understood the uncertainty of being at odds with paternal directives. Lor had grown up being told regularly that his place was at his father's right hand and together with all of the general's disciples they would conquer the planet Earth, and fashion from it a New Krypton. It was to be only the first of the Sol Systems worlds that Dru Zod envisioned terraformed into the ideal world for Kryptonians - only Mars was to be left untouched<em>if</em>the Martian would bend the knee and show due obeisance to General Zod. But the son of Jor El had brought those plans to ruination and now Lor had no notion of where his father and his father's disciples had fled. There was no practical limitation to the range of the<em>Doomsday</em>'s hyperdrive.<br/><br/>Lor tried to imagine that making Blüdhaven his own in some small way honoured his father's wishes, but it was such a delicate and tenuous lie.<br/><br/>He was unsure of his place. There were times that Lor thought he should be with the rest of his people: dead and turned to ash. And yet, he existed here.<br/><br/><strong>"I . . . am the last being you should pose this question to. I am here only . . . because I . . . have nowhere to go."</strong>Zod said at last. His voice betrayed no emotion in their tone or inflection.<br/><br/>Then the male's severe features turned into a slight frown.<strong>"Your lack of confidence is unbecoming. You had the tools and skills to defeat the Royal Flush Gang on your own."</strong>He told her bluntly. There was no way for her to hide what she had put herself and her body through in order to stand before him today as she was. Super-senses revealed the long hours of training that she had endured and the effects that had resulted from them; he could see the final product of her warrior's body down to the DNA.  His frown lightened back into a neutral expression and he tilted his head just so.<br/><br/><strong>"I will say only this: I find your company agreeable, and would not object if you chose to become part of this rabble."</strong>