Summary:Mera shows her king the surface world. Log Info:Storyteller: n/a |
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A balmy, cloudy, Friday night. What better time to show your king the surface world? Emerging from the waters first to ensure there are no surprises waiting, Mera has chosen the Disaster Zone as the best example of human progress. She swings her waterproof backpack to the rubble infused ground and starts to take out some clothes. "We should dress as mortals for now" she explains, "To move among them with impunity. Though there are many humans who dress outlandishly for them."
Namor follows Mera out of the water as she scouts ahead, and once his feet touch the dry land, Namor sniffs audibly. He must not enjoy the smell. But it is a small thing. For now, though, Namor's eyes fall upon the backpack that apparently holds clothing for both Mera and the King. "Very well. I do not know how surface worlders dress, so I trust you on the matter, Lady Mera."
Namor rolls his shoulders.
Should his clothes be given, he will simply begin dressing himself.
Simple clothes for the king. Though is his royal bearing is impossible to hide, dressing down will help. A little. So what does she have for Namor? Sweats, sneakers, and a hoodie; the latter with NYU emblazoned on it. She will be wearing boots (Mera doesn't have to worry about wings on her ankles), white pants, white blouse, beige long coat. Her standard surface outfit.
Mera watches the king get dressed…slowly. Offering, carefully, suggestions. "The leg goes in…yes…that hole, your majesty. No, that's for your upper body."
Namor looks at Mera as she tries to instruct him to put on these pesky mortal clothing, and seriously, this was STUPID! And it was written on Namor's face, though he eventually does find some good success in getting changed. "There. Do I look like one of the surface worlders, Lady Mera? If not, I fear I will have to execute whoever tailored this outfit." Namor eventually smiles and looks around.
"I suppose I will follow your lead. You have grown to know the surface customs that I do not." He takes in her full appearance, analyzing her visually without shame.
"I do not know whether I should be insulted or impressed you look the most human."
"You look perfect" Mera assures her king. Tailored? They were acquired from what is known as a 'thrift shop'. At least they were washed. She doesn't look too confident about knowing surface customs though. "May I suggest, your majesty, that this trip is merely to 'see the sights'. We shall keep interaction with the surface-dwellers to a minimum."
Mera isn't sure that looking like a human is an insult or not but she will politely smile and nod to what could possibly be a compliment. "I am a mutant half-breed. Unfortunately, I look like one of them." No pointy ears either. A gesture to the world around them. "This is what they call the 'Disaster Zone'. As best I can determine, it was damaged in an assault some years back, and they have not bothered to repair it. In fact, people live here in these ruins. This shows how uncaring their rulers are and how desperate their people are."
Namor seems to be…content with what he wears. Even if he appears to be only somewhat different than others in minor areas, like his noticeably elf-like ears. But, oh well. Namor gives a small nod to Mera as she suggests that they keep interactions to a minimum. "I see. Very well, we will avoid interactions with the surface-dwellers…unless provoked beforehand."
Though as she speaks about being a mutant half-breed, Namor gives a faint smile. "A condition we both share. It is why I have seen fit to protect you against those that would see you killed or made a peasant." Namor seems to have a protective side to him. But he speaks no more of it. Instead?
His look of calm is replaced by a look of anger. "They leave their own citizens to rot." Namor seems quite unhappy with what he's seeing, but… "Where there is hideousness, there is a hidden beauty." he gestures for her to continue.
Mera starts to walk carefully through the ruined streets. "The people who live here should not be here, but they are. You will find, your Majesty, that humans seldom do what their government wishes. Equally, they seldom do what is best for them. We only have to look at the pollution to see that."
They can feel eyes on them as they make their way down the dark roads past dark buildings. "I met a man called Mister Joker here. He was handing out gifts to those who dwell in these ruins. He was not of the government. He was even handing out weapons. Anarchy is only a moment away in this world. They have no… commitment to order for all."
Namor looks at Mera as she speaks. "What name is one like Joker? Are they funny? Are they a jester?" Namor seems to shake his head lightly as he looks at the Lady of the Seas. But, he seems to look disappointed at how the government isn't even trying over here. "Anarchy is a disease, one that must be excised like an infection." He seems to look angered.
"If they let this fester, their other towns and cities will suffer greatly." He crosses his arms. Clearly Namor is still of the belief that Atlantis is the grand, superior land. He does look at Mera. "Why does the government not care about their citizens? What result do they expect? The foolishness of the surface."
Mera can only shrug at the uselessness of the surface governments. "Perhaps they are too subservient to money? It seems to drive everything they do. Twice they have attempted to take any of this paper that I have with threats of violence. To be fair, other humans have helped me prevent them for carrying out their threats." Mera tries not to crush mortals in case it causes a diplomatic incident.
The redhead indicates a half-destroyed building where she met the Joker. "Mister Joker proclaimed himself as a prince of crime. Others I have met, described him as a psychopath. I do no think they were trying to amuse people. Would you care to meet any of those I have made contact with? Though I believe you know Captain America."
Namor looks at Mera and he shakes his head. "Foolish humans. I don't know why they try to attain such meaningless value. That is the price of selfishness. They will all end up alone in the darkness." But, the King of Atlantis doesn't seem to understand the reasoning behind the human’s motives, but then again, the average Atlantean wants for nothing. He looks to Mera.
"Should you wish to have me meet any of your associates, I would be glad to meet them if they have earned your trust. In a past era I met Captain Rogers in the human war known as World War 2. To this day, I trust him as a friend."