<strong>Place:</strong>The Citadel of Steel<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Outfit guide:</strong>http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q548/jofisher47/8838b508-c183-4adb-9843-eccd02b0b93a.png?t=1387978727 (http://i1163.photobucket.com/albums/q548/jofisher47/8838b508-c183-4adb-9843-eccd02b0b93a.png?t=1387978727)<br/><br/>Diana had left Supergirl. Physically that was, her thoughts still lingered on the slender curves of her body, the sparkle of her eyes and the gold of her hair, but there were matters to attend to, and now she was the one who could leave at a whim, if she so desired. She hadn't abandoned her by any means, explaining the nature of what she had to do, before changing<em>eventually</em>into something suitable for the meeting. The red cape billowed behind her, despite the lack of breeze in the halls,   while the two halves of her outfit, displaying the traditional stars of her heritage, remained still. Ever since the change to the world's order, her divine nature had manifested more strongly and now it showed itself in ways she herself considered somewhat trivial. She was Wonder Woman, a hero even before she was a ruler, she did not need optical tricks to be impressive.<br/><br/>The meeting she had called was of relative importance, but she was in no rush, on multiple occasions she stopped to converse with one of the House Servants, discussing simple matters, such as the weather of the state of their family, she always found she remembered a surprising amount about the lives of the humans who served the house. It was a habit, both because even though she was not the same hero, she still cared, and secondly because loyalty was the most important commodity for a ruler. She was a goddess with enough power to snap their necks with the flick of her wrist, they already feared her, they may as well love her on top of that. The Grand Hall had rather earned its name, with a ceiling high enough and space wide enough to hold hundreds of flying individuals, columns rose up to a ceiling dominated by window in the shape of the crest of El, casting light down on the central meeting place. Made from the same substance as the Fortress of Solitude, or so she had been told, it was hardly a weak point in the fortresses defences. Not that a normal window would survive at such an altitude, high as this room was even at floor level. There was a throne, one she had sat in before when filling in for Superman on the rare occasions the man as fast as a speeding bullet was kept away, or more commonly, deigned not to provide his guests and allies with his presence. Superman could afford to alienate potential allies and subjects, it was a situation Diana hoped to rectify. She did not sit upon the throne, instead standing at the table in the centre of the room, a map of the world carved from steel, but with a hologram overlaying it, displaying key features, data and movements, whatever was needed.<br/><br/>Despite taking her time, Diana was still a few moments early. She wasn't expecting too many members of the House to be present, many were out on predetermined tasks, or on their own private searches for Superman. They had been recalled, but she did have an amnesty for a few days, after all, they had spent twenty years under the man's guidance, even those that did not appreciate or approve of him would need time adjusting. She certainly did, although, she did not begrudge it, she had spent too long as a thrall to not appreciate the freedom, whatever its difficulties. More interestingly, a number of outsiders would be present, diplomats, although possibly in name only. While the House of Thunder was the most critical faction to play to at this juncture, she needed to set a tone with them all, especially to prove that the House of Steel without its man was by no means clawless.<br/><br/>She strolled around the table, casting her hand over the cold metallic surface of the world, inadvertently dismissing many of the holograms displayed across its surface. Superman had wanted a globe focused on the holdings of the house at the centre, she had convinced him the classical approach was better, the general world map based upon the time zones, as crafted by the dominance of the British Empire during the discovery of the world. The territory beyond their own was important, whether they liked it or not, and arrogance in the face of visitors was not always helpful. Let the colossal citadel and the presence of the most powerful beings on Earth intimidate them, not petty one-upmanship. That was back when he did truly listen to her. The memory stirred some pain in her, but she dismissed it, before the first of those summoned arrived.<br/><br/>"Come, we have much to discuss."