<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fnIy7Cj_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&amp;shape=thumb&amp;fidelity=medium)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mari || Vixen<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured striped romper but with a white tank underneath<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Tuesday, August 26<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>11:30<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Meeting Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Keeping calm and carrying on<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open; Zod, Gus, Project 13, Mia<br/><hr/><strong><em>"Kara Zor-El and Kal-El both lack the pride and discipline of the military caste. Perhaps they have . . . other virtues."<br/></em></strong><br/>Shit. That’s right. Lor Zod and Kara, along with Superman, were not best friends just because they were from the same planet. If she understood things right, they were actually enemies, opposing houses on their late home across the expanse of space. From Mari’s perspective it would be an assumption to think they would find kindred spirits with each other, perhaps put aside their differences to establish their new home. And maybe they had, for they hadn’t killed each other.<em>Yet</em>.<br/><br/>Mari nodded at his words, actually quite impressed he even contained such an ability to read one’s genetic code, and right when she opened her mouth to request his aid in doing so with their newest guest, the chocolate devil himself walked in. Their eyes met awkwardly, making Vixen close her lips and narrow her gaze at him, not so much in anger, but in ruthless curiosity. She could tell by the way he shied away from visual contact but darted his gaze back to her that he wanted to say something,<em>do something</em>, but his lack of social graces prevented him. It was on her end as well. Usually Vixen had some form of comforting forgiveness to give to someone if they had wronged her. But the betrayal of Lightning was still fresh in her mind, how close she had come to death in trying to free this man, and the overall danger of what they had faced had her at a loss for words as well.<br/><br/>But thankfully, the true reason for his visit became manifest as he walked over to the table. Well, not so much as walked ....more,<em>appeared</em>near her with a slice of the cake. Like an over exuberant child eating their favorite dessert, he purred and moaned at the flavor, the decedent richness of what he tasted, and it put many things in perspective for her of everyday things taken for granted. 13 had been abused, used, neglected, and dictated from birth, a literal modern day slave who had his entire existence planned out for him. Like a shark in a goldfish bowl, he had been denied mental and emotional growth, remaining caged until his use was needed. It made Mari’s heart weep at the sight of such a small thing giving him so much joy, and it was so palatable she wanted to reach out and stroke his cheek in tenderness. But her head remained cocked to her side, observing gently, a soft look on her face as her muscles kept her arm at her lap, still frazzled in memory at how quickly and completely he had snapped her bone not a few hours before<br/><br/><strong><em>“Project CADMUS must be wiped away with the utmost prejudice."</em></strong>Zod’s deep voice cut through her thoughts, and when she turned to face him she couldn’t help but be in mild concern at the color of his eyes. They almost hummed with dangerous power, aimed at Project 13 as if he wished to destroy the one before him. What had he learned just now? Had he “<em>done the thing</em>”? Had he figured out what 13 was and where he came from?<br/><br/>“Zod.” Vixen said gently, her aura pulsing into the room to assuage the stress and strain of the man and his heart-wrenching discovery. She raised a small palm in the massive Kryptonian’s direction, silently begging him to hesitate just for a moment before he did anything rash. “Please.”<br/><br/>Gus was able to break the tension in the room by playing things off as a joke, soothing over the dangerous aggression. The last thing anyone here needed were two hot-headed men with catastrophic superpowers going at each other over political differences. Once Gus gave Zod the social point of eating -with- those present, the girl named Artemis entered. Or Mia, as she then introduced herself as. She extended a hand towards 13 in greeting, and Vixen’s heart thundered in her chest, worried as to what the man would do in response. Unfortunately, Mari had not obtained the honor of working with Mia. All she knew of the cute blonde was she was the daughter of Green Arrow, a man that could put a projectile through a fly’s beating wings a mile away. Mia’s own skills were on similar levels but to Mari, Artemis had yet to live up to her Grecian namesake of being the Goddess of the Hunt.<br/><br/>Once it seemed things calmed down a bit more, and introductions had been made with their new comrade, Mari walked over to 13 and stood next to him. She looked down at his luminescent blue eyes, still wondering how he got such a radiant color that seemed both so foreign and yet so familiar, before smiling gently. Her expression lit up her face, making her appear more physically present in her below average height. Hands on her hips, Mari jerked her head lightly towards the door. “Come with me.” She stated with soft tempered confidence. ”Let me show you around.”