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      [sub][color=goldenrod]Interaction[/color] | Kassandra AKA [@Mistress Dizzy]
[color=goldenrod]Location[/color] | Tauranga Port, New Zealand
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The day at the beach was, for once, a positive memory that came from his transition from what was now this third persona. What was once a wrathful beast, now a person, given a name; Ro. It was as though, through that experience, he felt something of a stronger bond to his teammates. Yet, in contrast, it made him reflect on how his situation had been handled up until this point. 

The level of reverence that a part of him had for their superiors dwindled to his becoming jaded with them. A lot of cloak and dagger, of which, even his own mother was guilty. It felt like he couldn’t trust the lot of the Justice League, at least no more than Red Tornado and Black Canary. That wasn’t to say that his allegiances were changing, but a wound of his had been reopened. He recognized in himself that he couldn’t just return to form as if nothing had happened. It was why he put in the extra effort to connect with the others when given the opportunity. Especially for what was coming next.

They were still gathered for a professional purpose. When assigned this new mission, Kila took it with exception. While only one of the last several missions could be considered a direct failure, he did not misunderstand his situation. To them, and to himself, he represented not only himself, but Ja and Ro as well. By intention or not, he was the direct cause of the disruptions; Why BSF wasted the League’s time and energy. His leash was tighter, and the pressure was on to do well on this next mission. So when he was given the order to join his teammates in the briefing, he humbly but readily took his place. 

A high table gathering of unsavory and villainous characters that they had to blend into. A place surely fraught with danger, but not something that Kila found unfamiliar. In fact, it was one he was a little too familiar with. Thus, with these factors in mind, he would take this new….or rather his [i]old[/i] persona, very seriously. So much so that he, for the most part, gave himself back to the role.That’s why, since leaving the briefing, they hadn’t seen their teammate, perhaps only glimpses. 

When teleported through the zeta, who appeared was a young man dressed in a navy shirt and suit jacket that faded into an intricate gold and silver ankara leaf pattern toward the bottom. Beneath were largely aqua colored pants with the same ankara pattern at the waist, inner knees, and shins. It was accented by his high-top aqua and gold colored sneakers. 

Other accessories included gold rimmed pince-nez shades, rings intermittently placed through his curled mane, slightly parted to the left. The young warrior still wore Iwisa’s golden gauntlets at his wrists beneath the jacket sleeves. Finally a gold tinted single-shoulder cape that came down just below his waist, was clipped to the suit by a silver maned lion lapel pin. 

The hero Metamorph had been left at home. Promenading across the hangar now was [h3][color=goldenrod][b][i]Kilamanjaro Dan Ja Zaki, Prince of Buredunia[/i][/b][/color][/h3]
Of whom, had shown no interest in stopping to talk to Origami, passing her by to further approach the aircraft. Red X, his designated guard and guide, would collect whatever necessary information she claimed to have. The only thing that he was willing to wait for, was his heart’s guardian and daughter of the depths. In which case, Kila slowed down after noticing her lag in following and turned to extend his arm for her.