3942/Coney Island Mists

Coney Island Mists
Date of Scene:	26 October 2020
Location:	Coney Island
Synopsis:	Namor and Karen talk after stopping an unnatural tsunami. Namor puts his foot in his mouth, and then the back of Power Girl's hand joins it.
Cast of Characters:	Namor, Karen Starr

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Namor has posed:
It's been a very long midnight hour.

An absolutely massive wave kicked up that threatened to entirely destroy Coney Island. There was a bit of a group effort to stop it, even with Namor using the very power of Neptune himself.

But now it's over, and the area is covered in a thick mist from the destruction of the massive wave. The King of Atlantis himself is standing on the edge of the beach, staring out over the ocean. One gets the impression that something weighs heavy on his shoulders, a great deal of stress.

Given his reputation, one would expect him to be showing off or talking up //someone//. But he simply holds his staff and watches the horizon, a rather nice mood for the night despite the emergency services just starting to clear out, and, well, the overall filth that can sometimes make up Coney Island.

He's in his usual Atlantean armor, which is bizarrely skimpy for a male in the world of superheroes. but the King of Atlantis can do what he wants, even when he seems a bit moody.

Karen Starr has posed:
    The air is thick with the smell of sea salt- and Power Girl is busying herself with cleaning up deep and wide charred scars in the shoreline. They served two important purposes, creating thick trenches into which the seawater would rest to break the wave, while at the same time vaporizing more than a small amount of the encroaching water. In a mythical sense, she gazed upon the angry ocean, and it trembled.

    That she did so without a second thought, and perhaps without seemingly much effort, is in some ways as chilling as it may be impressive. Of course, it would have been altogether dangerous to do more than she had with the relatively legendary kryptonian heat vision, as flash boiling that much water has consequences. Had she been alone, it might have been necessary, but luckily for her- and the rest of Coney Island- she wasn't alone.

    The repair effort is relatively simple, and the gouges she's torn in the land will heal properly with the tide, covering the glass with a new layer of sediment. As such, when she's finished, Karen approaches the only remaining hero that took part in this group effort.

    Striding confidently forward, she made to offer a hand to this Atlantean monarch. "Good work out there." she calls, putting forward as friendly a face as possible. "Would've been a whole lot worse if you hadn't been here."

Namor has posed:
Namor turns to her, perhaps where his mind travelled off to suddenly grounded when he hears her voice. He shakes, giving a bit of a firmer squeeze than normal, as if to offer respect to the Kryptonian's strength. "Power Girl, right? A bit of a misnomer, I don't see any girls around here." he jokes in his casual way, smiling slightly.

"I think these abnormal weather events will end soon, but I'm grateful that you were here. Even using the power of Neptune himself was a struggle." Releasing her hand, he looks back out over the ocean. "I presume that you're the queen of whatever you are?"

Karen Starr has posed:
    Giving Power Girl a firm squeeze is like crushing steel, made all the more impressive by the fact that it feels that way even to beings that /can/ crush steel. "Yeah, that's right. And you're... Namor, right? I'd rather not assume, but you match the description." She notes, offering a small shrug. "I don't know. Switching it over to Woman just seemed odd. Didn't have the same ring to it." It's a minor joke, but there's plenty of truth to it.

    Offering a small hum of thought, Power Girl nods. "Yeah. I'm not sure what's causing them, but I wager it'll take some punching. None of this is ever completely random acts of mother earth." Her attention is off on the ocean for a bit, while she speaks, but she returns it to Namor, placing a hand on her hip. "Nope, I'm not the queen of anything." Despite what the magazines say.

Namor has posed:
"Yes, King of Atlantis. And even if I weren't Namor, I'd imagine that every man would be honored if you confused them for me." Namor rather confidently states, before releasing her hand and motioning to the ocean. "There's something happening down there. I have many people working on it. I'm hoping it isn't as bad as I think, but I think it can be handled."

He looks around them, wrinkling his nose, then looking down at his mostly bare feet in the sand. "This beach is disgusting." Then, at her admission, he laughs for whatever reason. "Well, if I ever become angry enough to take over the surface, I suppose I'll give you England." Then, looking her over for a moment, he considers. "Perhaps Minneapolis-Saint Paul."

Karen Starr has posed:
    "Well, it's good to meet you, King of Atlantis. I apparently know a couple of those, but I'm sure you two'll sort that out if you haven't already." It's not mean spirited, of course. Karen knows nothing of Atlantean politics or thrones of any kind. She also doesn't seem to be interested in handling the prideful comment. "Well, let me know. I'd rather not have to deal with much more of these kinds of things. They have no respect for anyone keeping to a schedule."

    There's a small shrug. "Yeah. People really aren't taking a whole lot of care. It's pretty shameful, but us surface dwellers are working on a lot of efforts to clean it up and keep it clean. With any luck, it won't stay that way for long." She's about to comment, when she catches him eyeing her up. It's a common thing- either as obvious leering or as an obvious attempt to keep one's eyes where they belong. To Namor's credit, he's somewhere between the two extremes. Slightly refreshing, but not a good vibe regardless. The following joke? Well, Power Girl isn't exactly the one to save face. She's stuck between swallowing her pride and starting what might be an international incident.

    This is why the following slap is as sudden and swift as a bolt lightning. She doesn't play around a whole lot with these things, and has been known to punch for less. If it connects, it won't feeel pleasant either- she's strong enough to do worse, but she holds to about a level she figures will feel like a solid slap to the Atlantean king. She only has cursory knowledge of him, though- and might be over or underestimating. Either way, the arm of a Kryptonian isn't at all something that's easy to hold back at any level.

    "First, I rather like the surface more or less the way it is. We'd be having a conversation in that event. I don't think you'd want to give me Minneapolis after the fact, let alone England. Second, you're going to want to keep your eyes where they belong, and your jokes to yourself."

    International Incident it is.

Namor has posed:
Namor's entire body jerks to the side from the impact. Since she was holding back, he at least doesn't go flying, but the force causes the sand to dramatically blow away from under his feet, as that force had to go somewhere.

He turns to her, spitting blood to the ground, as it was definitely no small punch, then nods. "I don't think I've ever been so thoroughly taught respect in my life, nor has such a lesson ever drawn blood. I don't do this often, but..."

Placing a fist over his chest, he respectfully bows to her. "I apologize for my barbaric manner. I'm used to saying what I like to whomever I like, and while such a thing hasn't changed, I have a monstrously high level of respect for anyone willing to slap the King of Atlantis to near unconsciousness for the sake of her own honor."

Karen Starr has posed:
    Power Girl hadn't intended to draw blood, so she does chalk that down to a mild overestimation. She isn't complaining though, at first. Idly, her hands return to her hips, as Namor bows. At first, the bowing apology results in a roll of her eyes. This is much rarer, admittedly, but she fears the full lesson hasn't been dealt.

    All the same, after the roll, she offers a nod or two. She isn't the kind of person to turn down an apology, especially one that she -does- genuinely believe Namor means, despite that it feels a little like the next step in ill-fated courting. Maybe it isn't of course- Power Girl is a little jaded in that regard.

    "Well, I'm not going to turn down respect. If... Things are handled here, though, I think I'm going to go. There's always some other thing to handle, so I shouldn't stay much longer." It probably sounds like the excuse it is, but she isn't exactly wrong. There -is- always something horrible that needs her attention. Levels of horrible do tend to vary.

Namor has posed:
Namor stands upstraight, examining her face as he tries to gauge her mood, then just nods and raises a hand. "If there's anything that I can do to make up for offending you, don't hesitate to let me know. Despite my abrasive manner, I genuinely have no desire to offend." He raises a hand to rub his cheek, nodding to her.

"But yes, I do hope that we can meet under less unfortunate circumstances." If he means what he said, or the situation with the beach, isn't clear.

Karen Starr has posed:
    After a moment, Power Girl's arms fold. Idly, she is rising into the air, having caught something on the wind that apparently deserves her attention, for real. "Well," she begins, offering this small shrug, at that. "No idea there. I'll let you know if something comes to mind, but again, an apology is enough, for now. Probably just be sure not to do it again."

    By the time she's risen up to about triple their height, she nods. "Yeah, I hope so too. See you next time." She calls this, and rises off, turning into a pink blur and surging towards New York proper.