<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40500000/-Octavia-Blake-4x12-octavia-blake-40559790-500-600.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her body in fitness clothes (https://i.imgur.com/iWAsYtt_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium), but with spandex shorts, (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0006/7118/7062/products/Colorvalue-Stretchy-Hip-Up-Fitness-Sport-Shorts-Women-Elastic-High-Waisted-Gym-Workout-Shorts-Quick-Dry_7602f13c-59f8-46ca-9952-05d52bd0f122.jpg) black ankle socks and black sneakers.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>About 7:45 AM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Kitchen<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A little Mockery and a request for healing<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone in the kitchen<br/><hr/><em><strong> “Now sit still for a moment.”</strong></em><br/><br/>Brion boldly took up the entirety of her vision to cup either side of her neck. It was an intimate gesture as the pad of his thumb ran across her sliced skin, the heat sealing the two parted flaps of skin closed. It didn’t hurt, but was incredibly warm, gentle even as he touched her. Helena’s eyes stared back at him, focused as he worked, catching his gaze drop down at her lips which only made her lick them in response. And then like that, the moment was over. She exhaled a touch harshly, reaching her right hand to her neck and feeling where he grazed her before rolling her eyes towards Zod’s neutral comment.<br/><br/><em>“God.....”</em>she muttered, awkwardly trying to change subjects and turning towards Raven. “He’s going to be an absolute peach to have around.” So he was one of<em>those</em>aliens, the ones where they never got hugged as a child, given lollipops and puppies, or ever taught to smile. “And yes, anything you can do for me would be immensely appreciated, Raven. We have our missions tomorrow and I’m afraid I stretched myself a bit with-“<br/><br/>The object of her blame then walked into the kitchen just then with the smuggest grin on his face. He was dripping with magnetic confidence for beating her with the weapons in the gym just now, and the way he smoothly said “good morning” to her had her wanting to crush his skull between her thighs a second time. Helena didn’t realize she bent the fork she had been holding in her hand in a U shape under her thumb until she looked down when he began flirting with all of the non-earthlings.<br/><br/><strong><em>“Sup, Miss Martian. My name's Damian. If you need help learning Earthling customs, let's hang together later, eh? Uncle ever played a human game with you before?"</em></strong><br/><br/>“Yes.....yes......” Helena mumbled under her breath before going to stand behind Brion, mocking Damian in his ear in a deeper voice as she peeked at the couple over his broad shoulder. “‘We can play spin-the-bottle, or Strip Poker, or Oh-My-Is-That-an-<em>Earth</em>-Penis?’” Helena snorted before turning away from watching the insufferable man try to make some intergalactic orgy as she began washing her emptied plate. Once finished, Helena went around the island to where Raven sat and jumped back on to sit on the edge of the counter, facing her. She swung her long legs back and forth towards the floor and placed her hands in her lap with a huff.<br/><br/>“So....how we doing this? You need me naked or anything? Or is this like that<em>E.T</em>thing where you have a glowing finger and you touch me and poof, all is healed?”