3916/Lounging in the Deep

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Lounging in the Deep
Date of Scene: 24 October 2020
Location: Throne Room
Synopsis: Amora the Enchantress visits Atlantis bearing gifts and proposals of Atlantean/Asgardian alliance. Amicable agreements are made.
Cast of Characters: Namor, Amora




Namor has posed:
While he's certainly found himself preoccupied on numerous fronts, Namor's priority remains the horror lurking somewhere in the ocean.

He's been in his throne room planning, looking at screens, talking to advisors, sending and receiving messages all day.

But now he relaxes on the throne, his advisors gone, mostly guards standing outside of the room for now. He's instead staring at screens that explore numerous points of the ocean, as if he's on a mass search for something.

Since he's technically on some downtime, he wears his more classic hardened scale swimming bottoms that look like fancy armor underwear, and a long flowing silvery robe that lays mostly flat due to being heavier than the water around him.

The guards are mostly instructed to keep people out during these hours, except for royalty and important people who have pressing matters. It's somewhat later in the evening, so they're hours to lounge back on those strange green cushions that line his throne currently, though they're actually sea flora of some sort, bred to function like fabric.

Amora has posed:
It was thoroughly unfair the way Amora was sent to be in Midgard for the foreseeable future. Why would Odin wish her here of all places? Humanity was boring enough as it is. She had been with a temper for days on end, making it impossible to be around her at the Asgardian Embassy. But as always .., she had her plans.. Plans she had been postponing for a time now. And this new role gave her an opportunity to put those in motion.

First order of business, to visit Atlantis. As for what her intent is..., that much is still unknown for her ways are often mysterious, as it should be.

As with all powerful sorceresses it's not as if she can be stopped of going where she pleases and so her steps are heard approaching from outside the hall, high heels, confident step, chin high. She offers but a brief look at the guards as if fully expected to be let in not stopping on her way past. She is dressed in a royal dark green outfit befit of the nobility of Asgard, long and flowing, keeping her shoulders bare. Jewelry adorns her here and there, along with a jade-encrusted tiara she wears almost like a crown. On her hands she brings a box, riddled with asgardian runes.

Namor has posed:
The Atlantean guards don't stop her, they only start whispering to each other as the large doors close behind her. Namor motions the holographic screens away, staring down at her from the elevated seat. She is about an inch taller, but the throne is meant to loom over everyone on some level.

"It seems there's an influx of new royal visitors lately, or maybe I'm misinterpreting, perhaps projecting onto the way that you carry yourself." He sits up straight, reaching for and holding his staff. "Though I am rarely wrong. I am Namor, King of Atlantis. Imperious Rex. What do you want?"

Amora has posed:
The woman continues moving, no motion wasted, all elegance and confidence, just the faintest of smiles on her lips, as if she was privy to some kind of secret that she won't share. Eyes don't leave the King, making way until she is standing near the throne. "Amora, the Enchantress." the woman replies, no accent to her voice, "Of the Asgardian Court." a very brief dip of her head is offered.

"As for what I want..." And her eyes appear to dance with amusement for a moment. ".. so, so many things.." which is no lie!

"Though I have heard of your plight, o King of Atlantis. The whispers have reached my ears.." And she is no fool. She can guess what those screens were doing. "So perhaps a better question would be in how we can be of assistance, would it not?" she wonders.

Namor has posed:
"The Enchantress." Namor repeats back to her, as if mauling over what her title might imply. "I suspect that what we're dealing with may be a psychic threat on a level that dwarfs what even those with particularly high levels of power can handle on their own. Maxima will certainly help, but I take it from your title, you are likely no stranger to such things either."

"Unless, of course, your name is simply an allusion to your physical form. Then, I suppose well-played." He raises his hands to clap exactly twice in a non-committal fashion. "Of course unless you're the newest member of the Justice League, I can't imagine that you're here simply to help me. What can I give you in return?"

He shifts his body slightly, as if to bring attention to it as his robe gently flows in the water with each movement. "I am a merciful king."

Amora has posed:
"There are no magics on the nine realms which are strange to me." Amora replies with such casual confidence bordering arrogance that it may just as well be true. And well, considering the millenia of study, it may just be. The box the woman is carrying is set down by the throne. Not that she bends over to place it down. No. Instead she flickers one hand, the box slowly floating down to the ground. "I also bear a gift from our people, so as to convey how serious we are about our offer of help." she states.

The mention to her physical form does appear to be quite well received. Amora does like her compliments. And if they come from a King, even better. The slight smile turns up just a notch further, "I am certain I can leave that to your imagination, King Namor." of the origin of her name, that is.

"Would it be that we required your mercy, o King. Even if I have no doubts on how vast it may be." Again the amusement tinging her voice. "For a long time our people have been separate, going different ways. Yet there is much we can do to help one another, is there not?"

Namor has posed:
"I have no doubts about your kingdom's apparent resources and power, I've seen Thor. What I have are doubts about the necessity of Atlantis aligning with a kingdom from the surface." Namor motions his trident and a small water current lifts the box into his lap, where he reaches down to lift and examine it very carefully before opening.

"Aside from your power, what makes Asgardians anymore trustworthy than any of the surface dwelling humans? You all seem very tightly woven into human mythology, you seem to suffer many of the same folies." He, being a king and all, is quite well-read. "I give Princess Maxima the benefit of a doubt because she's one of the rulers of a galaxy conquering empire, far disconnected from the folies of humanity."

Amora has posed:
The box appears quite elegantly crafted, along with asgardians runes framing it. Magical? Nothing on the outside apparently. Amora simply waits, not telling of what is inside just yet. She will wait until Namor has opened the box to explain. And to poke at the Atlantean's curiosity as well.

When Namor begins to compare her people to the humans she lifts her chin once again. As if such a notion was ridiculous. "As if there'd be any comparison to humans. Asgardians are a people apart, one of the nine realms. Even if indeed many have lived among humanity for millenia." not by her choice that tone appears to imply. "Many have hopes in them, but I choose to look where true power really lies. And Atlantis has always been one such place." she smoothly replies.

"Or am I wrong in my assessment?" She then asks.

Namor has posed:
"I think you'd be wrong in your assessment at the extent of my mercy, when it comes to testing me. But I think I understand your position. It's not unlike when I myself foolishly chose to live among surface dwellers in my youth." Namor seems to be mulling something over in his head, before finally he releases his trident, allowing it to stay standing next to his throne, and begins to open the box.

"Fine." he decides. "You will spend time with me and be an example of your people, and then I will make a decision in terms of an alliance. I think this agreement is more than fair."

Amora has posed:
"A pity if it would not be as vast as I expect it to be." Is what Amora says in retort, both her eyebrows turning up. The amusement is still there, not really one to be easily intimidated even at the drier tone coming from Namor. Though she does incline her head. "Most aren't free from making mistakes, it's how they learn from them that shapes them." again her smile deepening.

Those emerald eyes twist towards the trident a moment when it's released from Namor's grip, then down to the box as it is finally opened. "We have oceans back in Asgard as well.." she explains, gesturing to the box. Inside there is a small mirror, framed in an elaborate gold framework, a pair of small wings on each side, also in gold. "That particular piece was lost in sea for a long time, rumored to have belonged to one of Odin's long lost daughters. We recently recovered it." a pause. "One I thought your Majesty would appreciate. A treasure from other seas."

As to the decision, she inclines her head as if in acceptance.

Namor has posed:
"If you're so curious about the vastness of my mercy, then you need only spend the night." Namor casually states as he lifts the mirror from the box, looking it over. "It is an incredibly priceless gift. I'm surprised that you'd give me such a thing." he says with quite a bit of sincerity, though looks to her a touch more serious now, less blatant arrogance.

"Now the only question would be, do I put this into a museum for all Atlanteans to appreciate, or simply keep it for my own collection." His tone suggests that he's looking for her opinion. "Or, I suppose what would be the least offensive to the Asgardians."

Amora has posed:
"My, you are quite direct, are you not?" It only seems to amuse the Asgardian more, her eyes flickering under the light. She lowers them down to the mirror on Namor's hands, "A demonstration that we are serious in our intentions." she explains. "If that was otherwise in question. We do not play around where it comes to alliances and knowing who to side with." the woman has lost none of her poise, always that bordering arrogance that never quite is. Simply so fully assured of herself.

When the Atlantean then seeks her opinion Amora looks pensive, considering the choices. "Keep it close, the same way I hope our alliance will be." she then finally speaks.

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, one hand resting on a hip and she continuing. "Or at least a first step to such, of course. I will look forward for my time down here in the kingdoms of Atlantis." her tone honeyed, full of promise.

Namor has posed:
"Atlantis is quite popular with alien royalty, probably because the surface's only true king lives in Wakanda. The rest of them may as well be mascots, so the surface has no idea how to treat one of proper standing." Namor finally stands, continuing to admire the mirror, as he's someone who certainly knows the value of an artifact when he sees one, be it emotional value or otherwise. "I'll keep it in my personal quarters, then."

He starts to head for another large door off to the side, continuing to speak. "I'm only direct because I have no reason to mince words. I'm the king of 70% of this planet, and that dominance is expressed through every aspect of my being."

Amora has posed:
The Asgardian sorceress watches Namor as he stands up to begin walking off. She dips her head when he mentions he will keep the mirror on his quarters. Just as she expected, suits her quite fine. And with the negotiations having apparently been concluded in good fashion she does appear rather self-satisfied. "You will honor us with such.." a beat. "And me." she says, her tone with that implication that her approval is quite the high honor as well.

"No King should have the need to mince words. But there are those who are not strong enough to be so." She states, "I am glad you appear to be the right type. I shall look forward to working with you."

A bow full of her flourishes is then offered. Where it comes to matters of court she is undeed almost unparalleled.