<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>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>1PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Meeting Chambers<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Listening to Damian and not appreciating his attitude, voicing her concerns<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone in Mission 1<br/><hr/>Introductions had been conducted, outbursts rebutted, and the drama only escalated. Mari hoped Aquaman was right: eventually they would be able to work together...but it seemed that day would not be this one. Batman separated them all into two groups, and while the others left the Chambers, Mari took a seat at the table as a presentation began to explain what their own prerogative was. Mari could feel the ebb and flow of emotional waves in the room through her totem around her neck, and it caused her blood to pulse in her temples as she narrowed her eyes in concentration. The one called Damian Wayne then had the gall to take over his father’s briefing, and such an action did cause the woman to frown a bit in disapproval.<br/><br/>Damian’s words were offset with pictures and a video taken a few days prior, one that showed a graphic and grotesque display of prowess. She rolled her eyes when he blatantly asked for compliments on his own powers and actions, but she could tell no one else in the room was paying any attention to -his- techniques, but rather the one he was observing. Damian’s awkward concluding chuckle was unheard to Mari, her golden eyes now fully glued to the screen as the suited object known only as 13 established a new bar in what it meant to obliterate the enemy. Redefining unmerciful, his actions spoke to the woman on a raw and visceral level.<em>He’s an animal,</em>she realized.<em>A wild caged animal on a leash</em>, a mentality she could very much understand.<br/><br/>At the end of the video it could be seen of Damian conversing with 13, a man by all visual accounts but such outside appearances meant little in this world. The way the mystery spoke was robotic, unemotional.<em><strong>“I think...I think that's my name. Or designation...doesn't matter. I am what they say I am. What -she- says I am."</strong></em>Who was “<em>She</em>”? It seemed as though Batman hit the nail on the head due to his controlled puppet strings. By the way he spoke he was not in control of his “programming” or education in self-identity because he<em>had</em>no self-identity. If he was a cyborg, than he was controlled, if he was a man....then he was controlled. He came from<em>somewhere</em>, and with a name like “13” it had to have been a facility....just like the very one they were going to storm in a few days.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Y'all pretty much are going to be my bodyguards. Make sure I get inside this place, take care of any possible tangoes, and watch my back as I steal pretty much anything I can get my pretty hands on.” </strong></em><br/><br/>Mari leaned back very....very slowly in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest. Lifting her right leg over her left knee, she cocked her head to the side to give Damian a dangerous expression as he called some of them his “chess pieces” while then, in an almost forcible way, admit that she and Lightning were “useful” to him in other ways. She gave Jennifer beside her an incredulous look as if to say “<em>is this motherfucker serious</em>” before looking back towards Damian to allow him to finish digging his own proverbial grave.<em><strong><br/><br/>“Meanwhile, I'll take care of the infiltration myself, no need to worry about that. And also, I guess I should let all of you know...Don’t. Fail. Me.”</strong></em><br/><br/>Mari snorted when he dictated their travel arrangements and plans, and when he asked if there were any questions, she raised her hand like a student in class.<br/><br/>“I think I have a few,” she spoke up, her golden pupils dissolving into molten amber. “Starting with, um..yeah......<em>who are you again?</em>” His attitude had to have been fueled by an immense cock. There was little else that could sustain the delicate male ego such as something like that. “Allow me to redefine this relationship between us, between all of us.” Mari stood then and began to slowly walk towards him. “We just watched a video of you getting your ass handed to you. You are a little human in a large suit designed and bought for by money you did not earn,<em>We</em>-“ She motioned back towards people like Lightning and Aqualad. “...have not been handed a damn thing in our lives, so please forgive us if we do not jump onboard with your halfcocked plan immediately simply because you know how to crack a computer system.” Damian had not established himself well enough to speak to the others as dispensable, yet that is exactly how he spoke to Aqualad, Stargirl, and Supergirl....if they failed he had another plan? And another?<em>Excuse me?</em>Failed how— in death?? And he planned on “using” Vixen and Lightning because they somehow impressed him in their files he read on the way here? It began to make sense to her why he had known her name when they first met....<br/><br/>Vixen turned her back on Damian then to face the others, her arms still crossed. “We have seen what happens to Redbird when he faces off with this human...or thing....or whatever it is. And since his primary objective is to<em>gather intelligence</em>than I say let him do it.” She turned to look back at him over her shoulder before facing forward once more and continuing towards the others. “This is not some glory solo mission; we are a team and someone like us is being weaponized, and I don’t know about you guys but that doesn’t sit well with me. We can get Redbird inside, no problem, but as Batman said ‘Nobody deserves to have their will taken from them like that’. Once inside Redbird can go after all the information he wants...” Vixen spoke to them as equals in this endeavor as any of them could very well die. She made eye contact with Jennifer....Jackson....Courtney....and Kara. “But<em>I’m</em>going after 13....and I’ll need help.”