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capeandcowl2012-08-18 05:08 pm
amoray) wrote in capeandcowl2012-08-18 05:08 pm
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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.]
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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[an awkward pause.]
I'll tell you about it later, once I sort some shit out. It's one hell of a story.
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Do you need anything? Just let me know, I haven't seen you in a while so I'm just making sure.
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[OBSESSIVE.]
That hobby a mine I told you about and all.
[SUPERVILLAINY.]
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[he reaches up, hand hovering around his fin.]
You think I ain't pretty no more? [he grins.] I'm hurt, Quen.
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No I think you look absolutely [fintastic] fantastic. It just, well, it looks like it fucking hurts. I mean, I don't have fins so I don't know if they hurt or not but badassery vibe aside it looks like it stings.
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Look, are you sure you don't need to swing by my apartment? I told you the extra bed is yours anytime you need it.
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You ain't gonna freak out when I tell you, right?
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[he's going to totally flip his shit mentally.]
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Which ain't necessarily a bad thing.
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I'm just sayin', you're goin' to be kinda bloody pissed.
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I'm just lettin' you get all ready and settled for when it comes, which I'd prefer bein' in person and in priwate. Pryin' globes and whatnot.
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