Summary:Namor visits the surface to see what's changed. Faira accompanies as his guard. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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So, Namor decided to check out the surface world. Its been…beyond long enough since he has been here. Though with some of his subjects coming to the surface on their own terms, like missions for Atlantis and so on, The King has for the moment, left his Kingdom and now sits in central park.
He's on a bench, specifically. Dressed in a longcoat with fingerless gloves, his long hair left to fall to his shoulders, and he wears jeans and some boots. Namor is also without his trident…a strange sight, to be certain.
Though more than likely, his Royal Guard, or atl east one of them, is also nearby.
Namor spits something out of his mouth. "Disgusting. What is it with Surface Worlders and their horrific brown cesspit of a drink?" clearly, Namor is referring to the coffee that was in his hand.
It's not easy for most people to overlook Namor. Aside from the pointed ears and sharp features, and the cute little wings if you can't see them, the monarch has a rather commanding presence. However, when you put a blue-skinned full-blooded Atlantean next to him, well, Faira is getting the first glances.
The very young, by Atlantean standards, woman is standing straight enough to showcase every one of her five and a half feet and trying not to let the attention of the passers-by distract her as she stands at a sort of parade-rest stance. She isn't part of Namor's regular guard, but being able to breathe air got her bumped up the list for this particular visit and she's rather nervous about it.
When the king asks his question there's a long moment of silence, and then Faira jerks a bit, looking around. As she's closest, maybe he was talking to her? Maybe it was rhetorical? Finally, as the pause has gotten a bit awkward, she offers: "Isn't that how they like all of their water? Tainted?"
Namor didn't seem to mind bringing Faira along, especially since she could indeed breathe air. Something few other Atlanteans can do. Nevertheless, Namor just looks…unhappy. But it fades quickly, leaving Namor with a once again more neutral expression. Though as she indeed answered his question, well, at least his guard has a mind of her own. "Tainted and filthy. I will never understand the infatuation some of my people have with this wretched place."
But, then Namor sighs, before he stands to his feet. "Tell me Faira. Is this your first visit to the Surface?"
Faira Sar Namora had kept off to the side a bit while Namor was in repose, letting him… do whatever it is that nobles do when they sit there and stare into the distance. As he stands though, she moves lets her arms drop to her sides and steps in closer. Since there's no hiding for her, she's wearing her light armor, though she doesn't have any weapons visible. It helps to keep the surface dwellers from getting too agitated.
Nodding her head in a partial bow, the tail of her long, dark hair slips over her shoulder. "My first visit of consequence. I've had orientation and training events." But around the press of surface dwellers in all their… glory? Definitely a first.
Since Namor has started talking to her, she ventures a question of her own. "Why did you wish to visit, Sire?"
Namor turns his head to Faira and he listens to her. Faira Sar Namora. He had heard many reports of her skill in combat and her ability to make decisions. Thus was her inclusion into the Royal Guard a natural one. But, as she tells him that she's had orientation and training events, Namor nods. "So I see."
He takes a look at the people around him before he starts to walk. "Follow." He waits until they are walking for a short moment before he speaks again.
"To see how much it has changed. When I was a young Prince, I rose to the surface and fought in one of the Surface's wars. Out of worry the foe they faced would come after Atlantis. I see much has changed. Narry for the better."
Faira Sar Namora's pace is quicker than Namor's to keep up, given her more diminutive stature. Her edge-to-edge black gaze sweeps around them to assess any threats to her sovereign. While skilled for an Atlantean, she doesn't hold a candle to Namor's strength but she can notice a threat at least as well as he can so by damn she'll do that. She stays a pace behind him, close enough to still talk comfortably enough while still giving him deference.
"Nothing?" Faira asks with some surprise as they continue to draw eyes. Surely *something* has changed for the better.
Faira's head turns to watch someone who seems suspicious for a moment, before deciding the homeless man with the crazy eyes isn't actually a threat. "They don't seem especially aware of us. As though we are only stories."
Namor never questioned if Faira was a good guard or not. She was Atlantean! Namor trusts his Atlantean subjects with his very life. After all, he'd do anything for them, and more often than not, it is a sentiment that is well returned. He looks at Faira in the eyes and he narrows them for a moment. "Very little amounts to nothing. Their buildings have grown, their wastes into my ocean have grown more extensive, and their greed knows no bounds. There are few Surface Worlders that I trust."
He could name them, but for some reason, he does not. Why?
Nevertheless, Namor looks upon the path they walk, which is straight to the ocean. "Of course they arn't. The surface has a great genetic variety among their numbers, something that caused racial and special debate. To them, we are simply one of those who are considered 'different'."
"We're aware of them. Every day, every breath… But they ask if we are real. If we are aliens. Why is it easier to think we come from beyond the stars instead of the same planet." Faira is more musing to herself than actually asking Namor. She's not noble that she would just have casual conversation with the King!
Faira's head tilts back to look up at the towering buildings, a frown pressing her lips into a thin line. She can't fly, so those towers are out of her reach and that is a new and disturbing thing. Noticing she's lagged behind a little, she quickens her steps again to fall back into step with Namor. "How long will you stay?"
Namor looks at Faira and he shakes his head. "Surface Worlders believe that they are the dominant species. that they know everything, that they are the chiefest minds in the universe. No, they are simply the most egotistical and most close-minded." Namor says in response to Faira's musings.
But, as she asks him how much longer Namor intends to stay. "Not long at all. I merely intended to see what was new in this city. I imagine I will make more trips here as time allows. Should you have the desire, you have my permission to go to the surface world so long as it does not interfere with your duties."
Really, it says something when Namor calls someone egotistical. "Thank you, sire." Faira says with another nod/bow of her head.
At nearly a foot shorter than the monarch and with her quick steps to keep pace with Namor, Faira looks far more like a child following a parent than his guard. Hopefully he hasn't garnered any paparazzi yet, else there will be some very confusing media stories. "You said there *are* surface dwellers that you trust?" She sounds a bit skeptical that there could be such a thing. Like a unicorn or something.
Namor looks at Faira as she bows and thanks him. "It is nothing to thank." Namor keeps walking, until they are basically at the ocean. All that stands between them and their destination is the plunge. Though as she asks, Namor turns his head to her.
"Yes. Captain Steve Rogers is one of them." How will she know who THAT is? Just Captain America. But, he doesn't seem to elaborate. "It is time we returned to Atlantis. We have been away long enough as it is."
Faira Sar Namora takes note of the name. Her English is good enough to know the first part is a title. At least it gives her somewhere to start, should anything happen that she might need someone's assistance.
There's a small sigh of relief as they reach the water and Namor says it's time to return. She waves a hand, the water churning a bit as she uses her modest hydrokineses to at least allow them the luxury of *clean* water through the sewer that is the rivers around Manhattan. "The people will be glad of your return, sire." She'll wait until Namor dives in, so he's not left exposed on the surface where they're weakest.