<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>12:00PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Meeting Chambers<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Meeting them all, a little embarrassed by Aquaman<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Supergirl, Redbird, Aquaman<strong>Mentioning:</strong>Raven, Lor Zod, Zachary Zatara<br/><hr/><em>“Uh… What happened to you?”</em><br/><br/>Mari turned to her as she reached both hands above her head to gather her artificially colored hair between two fists and proceeded to wring the strands together, squeezing the excess water from them and onto the floor at her feet. She looked unperturbed at her condition. She had been working, no shame in that. “I intercepted an illegal whaling ship off the coast of Iceland.” She explained. Her voice was a bit raspy, but her words came out just fine. “I got the marine call from Aquaman. I’ve been on radio silence for over three days, I have no idea what’s happened....if anything at all....”<br/><br/>When she walked in, Supergirl had been shaking hands with a man in a massive armored suit, but his helmet had been removed. He then approached her and called her by every name she was known as, and it made Mari frown in confusion. “Yeah......and who the hell are you?” She didn’t like being at an intellectual disadvantage, and such a disadvantage it was. This man seemed to have a wealth of information already, but at the mention of the creation of a new team, a shapely right brow arched as her eyes swept over towards the main powerful team. Her hands went to her hips in a moderately judgmental stance. “What are they, getting too<em>old</em>or something?”<br/><br/>The new girl in the dark hooded outfit entered silently, being greeted extremely warmly by Superman before she introduced herself as Raven. Then, another extremely large....<em>thing</em>walked in and Vixen had to shake her head at the sudden tension that was in the room between him and the Super family. Well, more on El’ side than Zod’s, as the giant so helpfully introduced himself as. Lor Zod didn’t look like he was particularly pressed by their presence, Supergirl, however, wore her rage on her sleeve. It was clear the cute blonde wanted to pommel that beast where he stood. Mari moved to walk towards the group when suddenly her name was called from the Atlantean King himself. Spinning her head in his direction, she took the remaining steps to meet him in the middle as he approached, her head nodded in a bow respectfully at his station and his congratulations on her most recent work. The fist that connected with her upper arm was not seen and thusly she had not braced for it. The impact was so hard from the massive man it made her upper body sway softly to the right, her golden eyes raising to his with little amusement.<br/><br/><em>“Ow.”</em>She said simply, the single blunt syllable escaping her voice as she raised her hand to rub at the assaulted section. Mari listened to Aquaman’s words which coincided with Damien’s from earlier. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this, about working with people she knew very little about, or had never met. The conflict between the Kryptonians was just......<em>bad</em>. You had random knew people spinning through portals unexpectedly; they seemed to be a band of misfits with immense powers and their “parents” were taking a step back. And “parents” they were, especially when they did things like call them “<em>kiddo</em>”.<br/><br/>Mari grimaced at the name with an<em>ewwwww</em>expression scrunching up her face, especially when he elbowed her playfully. She felt like the awkward daughter that didn’t want to be seen with her parent dropping her off at middle school in front of her friends. Made even worse when they yelled “<em>love you, have a good day</em>” from the car window.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Look around. More aliens, Bat-junior . . . not exactly our types.”</strong></em><br/><br/>Vixen knew exactly what he meant; their powers stemmed from the planet, and what lived on it. There was an immense amount of respect and love towards the earth and creation, and these people....well, some of them weren’t even<em>from</em>here. How could they be trusted to respect and protect Earth when they had no emotional connection to it? And the Bat family?<em>Please</em>. All they cared about was wealth, their factories and businesses and private jets adding to the environmental problem. She nodded in agreement and opened her mouth to speak when an entire bed magically appeared in the center of the room, actually making her jump in alert before she realized it was that Zatara punk. Apparently his powerful uncle had carted his MXDV-wearing ass here through some trick and he remained brooding over there in the corner. God, Vixen wanted to wrap around him and squeeze like an boa constrictor, just crush him until he was breathless....<br/><br/><em>Wait. That thought didn’t translate quite right. </em><br/><br/>“The disrespect is real.” She muttered to Aquaman with her eyes still on Zachary as he put his earbuds in. She watched him for a few moments before turning away to sweep across the gathering crowd. “I don’t think this is a good idea, but I hope you guys know what you’re doing.”<br/><br/>I mean, if it’s<em>anyone</em>who can get this band of extremely differing, crazy misfits to work together....it would be the<em>original</em>extremely differing, crazy misfits that called the meeting in the first place.