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[hr]Barda didn’t live at the Metro Tower because they weren’t pet-friendly. She had four cats she took care of. They had no interest in being transplanted, and furthermore, she didn’t think that the Justice League’s headquarters were so welcoming of animals. Not like she was interested in keeping them in a confined space. So, she drove to work every day.

She’d been a part of Justice League for less than a week, and already she knew she needed to hire a pet sitter. She parked her massive vehicle in the parking lot, and when she exited it—it rocked from her weight. Barda wasn’t the sort to drive around in her armor. Instead, she piled it in an overstuffed duffel bag. That being said, she’d change once she was inside. 

The changing room was cramped. Most things were cramped, honestly. While sliding her armor on, she may have swiveled into the thick tile wall of the changing room. She wasn’t the sort to take to the open area amongst all the lockers. Barda wasn’t shy about her physiology, but she didn’t care for mockery at her height and build. It’d happened once when she was working at her gym. She nearly threw a man through a wall. Right. She needed to tend to herself.

She exited her bulky red and black armor. The only parts of her flesh visible where her upper arms. Her upper legs were covered in a flesh-colored mesh. While the suit may have been mildly risqué in appearance, it actually wasn’t. It was metal plating throughout. Her black hair was braided back and tucked into a crown of red, that was massive on her brow but not overly so. Her face was adorned with piercings of gold. Her Mega-Rod swung at her waist. While it was small and gold, it was very heavy and secured to her hand and her hand only.

Barda entered the communal area. A smell hit her nose, and she snorted—loudly. [color=942d23]“Earth food,”[/color] she grunted. It wasn’t that she hated it, more so, her body didn’t like everything it was introduced to. So, she always ate before these meetings. As such, she’d have to smell it, listen to others talk about it, eat it, and watch their expressions. It was very unpleasant, but then again so was driving from her house through the traffic.

As she approached the highest concentration of people, she’d pat Negative Man’s shoulder. [color=942d23]“Be thankful for your theology, you can’t smell. You can't smell, right?”[/color] Her words weren't meant to be hurtful, she was just curious. She then leaned against the counter. Barda had been informed at that she shouldn’t sit in the seats for beings that were greater than normal human beings occupied. She winked at Negative Man before smirking.
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