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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.]
action!
[he smiles briefly, pulling his glasses off and rubbing the water droplets off them with his cape.]
I tried to kill Ed the other day.
action!
there's a different quality to a deadpan stare done with only one eye, but there's still no mistaking the intent.]
... Why?
action!
He pissed me off bad enough, I guess.
[it's embarrassing now, realizing just how consumed he was by his scheme. weeks flying by and he has nothing to say about them now but "I kept busy".]
I lured him down here - not here here, somewhere off in that direction maybe - and I came real close to drownin' him. Real close; he was literally turnin' blue, Ru. I could of done it if I'd of just left him there. Wouldn't ewen of got my gills dirty.
[he pauses. that glasses wiping isn't doing shit.]
But I couldn't.
action!
though it was kind of funny, in a cruel sort of way.]
Do you still want to? [she reaches to take the glasses from hands. let her, idiot, her clothes are actually dry.] Kill him.
action!
He told me he was proud a me. How close I got, all a the shit I went through to get to that point.
[wait, that isn't an answer. but there are some things he wants to keep to himself, even to the exclusion of ruka; the mentoring, the deal they cut on violet streaked sands.]
I don't know. Maybe. Probably ain't an option anyway, now that he knows I'll actually do it.
action!
she's trying not to think about ruffled fabric and a man laying strangled on a cold floor, or the sweat-stained cotton of Katurian's mask, or the heaviness behind her eye patch.
she offers back the glasses.]
Do you think he'll retaliate?