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[the feed is underwater, and not immediately focused on eridan (though his cape does drift slightly into view here and there). few, if any, will recognize the atlantean palace or its throne room, but the architecture and the being underwater thing might tip them off.]

Considerin' it's been about a week or so now, and I hawen't seen skin nor scale a her, it's pretty safe to say that Namora a Atlantis ain't roamin' these waters no more.

[a pause.]

That bein' said, as the last sea dweller and the only indiwidual who ain't got garbage slippin' through their weins around here, it's only natural that I take ower their palace and assorted territories in their absence. Maintain 'em and such.

Aforementioned territories bein' all sewen seas and ewerythin' in between, for the record.

[he flips the camera away from a meandering lionfish (his name is xerxes the sewenth) and to himself, comfortably sprawled in namor's throne. and being smug as a motherfucker. like literally, he's been super smug about shit before but at the moment his smugness may be mutating surrounding sealife just by how goddamn potent it is.

the lay of his cape obscures the slight bulges under his clothing at his shoulder and leg, for the most part, but his left fin is visibly torn, and still an angry purple.]

As fair and generous warnin', I'm allowin' the humans continued usage a my oceans not outta goodwill, but outta necessity. Mostly since you lungbreathers would probably start whinin' your tailfins off about widespread starwation or some shit if I didn't. But if I start seein' anythin' I don't necessarily like happenin' in my waters, I won't hesitate to fuck some a your laughable tin can ships all manner a up 'til the message starts comin' through clearer-like.

I ain't currently acceptin' wirgin sacrifices or tributes a precious metals and stones, but be watchin' for that in the future.

[he gives a little wave of his ringed fingers at the comm.]

Ewenin', dirtscrapers. And long liwe the Prince.

[end feed.]

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Does that mean you're done paying rent.

Not unless you're throwin' me out. I just hawen't come around due to... uh, personal reasons.

[beat.]

I was bleedin' ewerywhere and we talked about that.

Yeah. It makes the raccoons hungry. And then they lose sight of priorities.

[oh wait.]

Are you okay?

Pretty much.

[he rolls his shoulder stiffly, legs slung over the arm of the throne.]

Kinda sore is all. And my fin ain't newer goin' to be as pretty as it was beforehand.

Mm. Chicks dig scars. With cool stories.

Did you fight pirates or hyper-evolved squid or something?

S... orta.

[BEAT...]

Though I got cooler scars, personally. Couple a chainsaw ones.

[And April is actually leaning towards the camera a little. Bloody stories?]

Zombies?

Wampires.

[OH MAN, BATTLE STORIES.]

Though she was kind of a zombie too, so I guess it fits.

So did she like murder a bunch of kids and put their bodies up in tacky Norman Rockwell poses or flood the streets with rivers of blood?

[this is your brains on too many movies, kids.]

She's here, so if that starts happenin' you know who you oughta be lookin' at.

There's a lot of people here. Does she sparkle or something?

It's more a glowin', actually.

Types in green, real fussy. You'll know her when you see her.

Mm. I'll just make everyone type at me before inviting them in the house.

Always a good choice a action when it comes to trolls.

I'll get an ipad for the door.

[Beat]

And no jellyfish in the house. But if you want a shark tank maybe.

Well, I got Xerxes the Sewenth here...

[video on the lionfish!! he's a very angry looking lionfish, even as far as lionfish in general go.]

You sure Monster wouldn't stick his hand in the tank or somethin'? I hear he liwes with you.

Does he ewen hawe hands?

Mm. Horrible, painful death is how we learn. And he's cute.