4099/=Within the Palace of the Deep

=Within the Palace of the Deep
Date of Scene:	11 November 2020
Location:	Palace Plaza
Synopsis:	The Idol idles evilly. Namor and Namorita reacquaint themselves while Nita gets some needed 'down' time.
Cast of Characters:	Nita Prentiss, Namor

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Nita Prentiss has posed:
The green suited woman languidly floats past the guards who acknowledge her with the salute reserved for the Royal family. The phosphorescent lights pick out a feathery wing at her ankle in pink, purple hued algae limns her pale blond hair. The large room is empty. She's on time, giving her half-cousin the respect due his station as ruling monarch of the watery realm. Stationing herself at the base of the dais, she turns toward the entrance, eyes thoughtfully examining the frieze depicting Atlantis' history that encircles the upper part of the room.

Namor has posed:
As Nita takes in the room, Namor is suddenly descending from above, his hair flowing in the water as he sort of positions himself where there's the most light behind him.

He of course wears his incredibly impractical armor that shows off his physique more than offers any protection, landing down next to her with his golden trident on his back. "Nita." he says while peering down at her, his effortless floating always giving off just that bit of extra royal aura, to either intimidate or create awe in any common, and possibly even less common, people around him.

Nita Prentiss has posed:
A glimmer of amusement lights the young princess's eyes. Long experience with her extravagant family has schooled her in their ways. She orients herself towards him, bowing her head with all the form of respect in the gesture, she even hides her humor. He is, after all, her sovereign.

"Your majesty! I've been away from Atlantis and your presence too long. Thank you for giving me an audience. I will try not to take up too much of your time."

Namor has posed:
"Well, I've been using my time in rather questionable ways lately, when not trying to deal with more pressing concerns. At the very least, I'd rather make time for Atlantean royalty." Namor holds his hand out for her's, unmoving when she bows, simply allowing it as one of many entitlements that a king has. "Is something on your mind?"

Nita Prentiss has posed:
Intrigued, she lifts an eyebrow in question when she raises her head, then lifts a hand to lay in his. "How so, sir, if I may ask?" The sprite of humor flits in her eyes though her expression remains placidly respectful.

Namor has posed:
"Diplomacy with evil queens from other worlds." Namor decides is the best answer, at least for how he's been using his time rather questionably. "How have you been using your time? Aside from working in Oracle."

Then, he quickly adds, "I imagine that you have a bit more respect for how you use your own time."

Nita Prentiss has posed:
"I haven't had any alien paramours if that is what you mean, sir," she replies with a twitch to one side of her mouth. "Or any paramours for that matter," she adds, with a slight frown.

"I did meet Hyperion. Now, that was interesting. He's from a parallel world and having trouble calibrating his power here. That was interesting. Does your Queen know anything about the idol that was found? That's why I'm here, sir."

Namor has posed:
"As far as anyone can tell, the idol seems to hold many recorded centuries of history of some sort of cult, but what's more important is what's been determined about its origins." Namor releases her hand, crossing his arms to just sort of float there. "I believe it may be from the first Atlantis, the Cellar of the Earth. Though determining how to get there to investigate will be a problem, I suppose we'll just have to see."

Nita Prentiss has posed:
Nita takes a deep breath, an expectant look on her face. When he doesn't talk more about the evil Queen, she purses her lips in a moue of disappointment but listens attentively. She comes to real attention when he describes what he suspects is the idol's origin.

Nodding slowly, head tilted to one side, "How old would the idol be then? That's incredible. I don't know a thing about the Cellar of the Earth. What is that?"

Namor has posed:
"The First Atlantis is mostly unknown except perhaps for a few seemingly insane elders. In terms of how old it is, even I can't answer that question. I can't even find it on a map. It's older than the oldest thing we can think of." Namor then waves a hand rather dismissively. "I'm tired of the stress of looming horror. Tell me more about Hyperion and you calibrating his power."

Nita Prentiss has posed:
"But we need to find out about it, sir. Don't we? I thought I understood that it could harm us somehow or have I gotten that wrong?" Nita looks up at him from under her brows, weighing his mood and drops the subject.

"Oh, /I/ didn't recalibrate him," she says shaking her head, smiling at the thought. "Far from it. He's working on it slowly. He tears car doors off trying to open them and things like that, apparently. I might bring him down to Atlantis. I know he'll be careful. Just so you know."

Namor has posed:
"Well, if he isn't careful I'm sure one of the numerous alien queens having a diplomatic stay in Atlantis now will take issue, so I'll wash my hands of it as long as none of them destroy anything." Namor shrugs, starting to slowly swim toward the palace now as he turns around. "It could harm us, but once we find out where the First Atlantis is, I'll call in all of the people who keep offering to help fight whatever creature is down there, or escaped, or whatever is happening."

Nita Prentiss has posed:
"Numerous alien queens, sir?" Nita leans forward, the wings at her ankles fluttering, keeping her aligned with the monarch as he moves upward. "He doesn't go around looking for fights as near as I can tell so he'll be safe. He might even be helpful in a big fight. Call on me, please. I want to be part of protecting our land."

Namor has posed:
"I will, though you should know that you're also free to simply come here and take a break from being tortured by the surface." Namor reminds as he looks back at her. "You can't enjoy not being treated like royalty."

Nita Prentiss has posed:
That startles a laugh out of Nita, it bubbles above her head. "I actually don't mind," she admits, bemused, having never voiced that aloud before. "I miss the water and the food and the algae forest..." One hand makes a graceful arc encompassing the palace and its surroundings. "But I will come more often. Dry landers are hard to take all the time with the way they think everything revolves around them."

Namor has posed:
"Which is profoundly incorrect, since everything revolves around us." Namor stops before the gate of the palace itself, turning around to face her completely. "Are you staying, or returning back to the surface now that you've conducted your business?"

Nita Prentiss has posed:
"Staying. I need down time. Quite literally," she replies with a slight dip of her head.