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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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Terrifyin'.

Why don't you listen to Quen and back the fuck off? Trust me, it's good for you.

Don't fucking patronize me.

What are you goin' to do, giwe me a swirly?

You want one? I got a toilet here with your fucking name on it.

You probably don't ewen know my name.

Which is your loss, by the by, but a fuckin' gutterblood ain't rightly expected to be up and up with their hemosuperiors in your society. Can't be helped much.

You can introduce yourself to me properly before I dunk your fucking fish head in the bowl and flush.

Maybe you oughta do some research first. I prefer knowin' the names a my assailants before I fry their fuckin' brains.

NO BRAIN FRYING AND NO TOILET DUNKING!

Control her.

No.

Mind control and reading is hands off for all friends, Eridan.

...you guys do what you want but if either of you ends up mysteriously dead. I ain't hearing none of it.

If anybody ends up dead 'cos a me, it ain't goin' to be mysteriously.

If you kill Jenny, or Jenny kills you.

I'm going to stop talking to both of you

Or I could just keep thinking of you as that pretentious ass troll.

Please. You don't know shit about trolls.

I doubt you ewen fuckin' realize how hard you're blackflirtin' with me right now, which I been enough of a gentletroll to ignore since you can't help bein' ignorant.