14359/An Undersea Tour

An Undersea Tour
Date of Scene:	09 March 2023
Location:	Atlantis
Synopsis:	Atlantis, Starport, Wards.
Cast of Characters:	Namor, Zatanna Zatara

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Namor has posed:
The Starport.

Numerous things yet to be done and many things more to do. So far, no further attacks have occured on the Starport since the Svartalfheim elves attempted their strike against the heroes who defend it, but that doesn't mean Namor is willing to lower his guard or disrespect his allies by going easy on it. He spares no expense. Even underneath the waves, the Leviathan rests, still recovering from the last attack but prepared to defend this place of unity.

It must not fall.

But in order to protect it properly, Namor sends word to the Mistress of Magic. The Wards need solidifying. Either he means to rush her or Dr. Strange was unavailable. Either way, he calls upon Zatanna - and he sweetens the deal by promising to show her the largely isolationist kingdom of Atlantis.

The land of her bloodline.

Namor has worked hard to gain patience. It hasn't always worked, but right now, it's going well.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Immense danger threatens the earth and it would be underestimating the enemy to think they wouldn't strike the Starport twice. So the source of the invitation didn't come as a surprise, only it arriving so soon after their meeting in the Starport did. Holding the invitation between thumb and forefinger, Zatanna rubs the unusual paper it is written on, thinking it must be of Atlantean fabrication.

It's unlikely she would have the wards finished in one day. Perhaps Namor would be willing to let her begin the work then guide her on a tour of the mysteries of the deep. She is flattered by the invitation because not many born on land have had the opportunity to visit the Undersea Kingdom.

After standing in front of the mirror for several minutes, the mage decides to dress in something resembling tactical gear, all black, tough material that fits her like a glove from head to toe. Satisfied with her choice, she pulls her silky, dark hair back from her face and secures it with a crystalline bauble. Flat, waterproof shoes completes the ensemble.

An adroit gesture draws a shimmering violet line in the air through which she takes a step. Another step places her on a dock near the Altantean construction site.

Namor has posed:
Who says lightning doesn't strike twice?

Atlantean paper was something to behold. It wasn't like normal paper. It was strangely...smoother? Perhaps crafted from the coral reef or from the skin of some creature. It's also a distinct possibility that they've made it from seaweed or some other seemingly insignificant resource. The ink is written in some kind of cursive Atlantean script, but with some minor magic, it shouldn't be hard for Zatanna at all to read the contents.

A portal opens, and it seems to have opened a potal /directly/ to Namor himself, the Emperor turning to face Zatanna. It would appear that thye match: Namo was wearing largely black colors with golden armor on his shoulders and waist, a crown wrapped delicately around his head like a circlet.

"Zatanna."

His voice was like a low rumble, but he was kind in his tone. His patience had paid off! Though he smiles towards her, offering her a bow of his head. "Thank you for being prompt."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Some things require haste, others require study and thought," Zatanna replies with a flippant smile lighting her eyes which she mitigates with a dip of her head.

"Your majesty, you do me an honor with your invitation, I know that you do not often open your realm to folk from the surface even those distantly related to your royal house."

Namor has posed:
Namor acknowledges Zatanna's respect. He'll always respect those who give him the proper respect in return. But she's right, things take time and effort. Other things can be done quickly. Yet, speaking of things to be done, he takes a careful look at her attire and he smiles. "I wasn't awae we were going to match today. Perhaps that will help when I take you through the tour - people will associate you with me. In Atlantis, there is no greater boon."

It wasn't like he was being a pompous ass. Atlantis doesn't trust outsiders. If she's visibly and clearly representing the Emperor, the Atlanteans will leave her well alone. A boon indeed.

"I thought it might...'sweeten the deal'." He pauses for a second. "Is that an accurate use of the term?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
The humor still dances in her eyes despite the explanation. Still, not being taken for an open target has its advantages so she nods her head and sweeps a hand down to her feet, acknowledging the wisdom of his words.

"I'm glad you approve, your highness.

"It absolutely sweetens the deal. Your English is excellent. I wish I could say the same for my Atlantean, I can read it but don't feel adept at speaking.

Namor has posed:
"You look beautiful, Zatanna."

Namor was no fool. His eyes drank in her appearance. Her outfit for like a glove. Her hair perfectly styled. Her attire was excellent for royal entourage.

His English is good? "I would hope it is. Or telling aliens the surface world's favorite curse would've been less meaningful." Namor remembers well when Metropolis was attacked. "I find the rare of invasions and attacks truly alarming." Though Zatanna reminds him of her lack of fluency for the Atlantean Tongue.

"I haven't forgotten. Though your magic can fix such things, can it not? It's my understanding you only need to speak your desired affect."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Having been a stage performer since her childhood, Zatanna is inured to compliments, but receives the gallant comment with a gracious sideways nod of her head and a faint smile, aware of his eyes on her.

"Well, yes, you have an excellent and should I say, spicy command of the vernacular, sir," she replies, straight faced and a lift of her eyebrows.

"My accent needs improving and if you don't mind me sounding like an old grimoire, I can speak Atlantean. My particular style of casting is in homage to my father and mentor, and serves as a focus. Speaking backwards has no power in and of itself. Where would you like to begin?"