Owner	Pose
Arthur Curry	When word had reached her it was already done. Whatever had happened had happened and the message from Prince Orin was simple. "Something is amiss, come quickly."     There were wisps of oils and ichor drifting with the currents. Long slithery tendrils of dark that obscured the deep and dark on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Brine. So far underneath the Atlantic Ocean, close upon the edge of the Grand Trench, the ocean floor had been cleared and settled. So many shells created from the many creatures that serve those crab-like dwellers, so many homes dug into the side of large mountainous reefs like a myriad of honeycombs.     Several days ago it had been a project under the efforts of the Brine King, one of the few new waters to be settled in this time of slow expansion. Only now...     There was little movement in the waters save for the slow drift of the tide. No motion of those settlers that had been here in days past. Even the equipment lay dormant while all of the herd creatures and labor monstrosities that they used.     All were gone.     It was here where she would find him. The man known to some as Arthur Curry. Prince. Blessed of the Gods. Yet he floated in the silence all the same.
Mera	It was pure serendipity that Mera was able to get Prince Orin's message; She'd just arrived back in New York from Atlantis, having dropped off dispatches with the Emperor. But received it she did. And so into the water she dove, using all her tricks to speed her arrival. The expansion of Atlantis's borders, and the settlement of refugees, has for the past few years been a bit of a pet project for the exiled Princess. Starting with the refugees from Xebel, she's at the very least kept abreast of what kingdoms are expanding if not personally visited each to assist as needed. When she finally arrives, the only sign of life a floating Prince of Atlantis, she is equally silent as blue eyes look around. "Arthur... What happened?" She finally asks, gliding to his side and lightly touching his arm with the barest tips of a finger to get his attention.
Arthur Curry	The broad-shouldered man floated there, turning in place as the water caused his long hair to flow around him. Stern severe eyes met her gaze then he shook his head slightly as the gold faded from them. He gave her a nod in greeting, then gestured with a tattooed arm off toward the distance.     "I..." He says at first, then adds, "Have no idea." Which the way his brow furrows as he gathers his legs under him then accelerates into a rush of motion. The water cavitates at the abrupt speed, but he doesn't go far, instead slowly floating to a halt as he reaches one of the near settlements.     She can 'hear' him, but also can likely feel his thoughts at points as he turns his head. "I've been looking, doing the rounds." The large shell-like homes were empty and some did seem to have taken some damage. "No sign of any of them, nor their livestock." For the Brine Kingdom made great use of living technology as opposed to the other kingdoms.     He takes up a piece of shell from the wall of the spiral home and holds it up, running fingers over it. Then looks back to her, "None of the sea life near saw anything. No signs of a mass departure, nor a battle."
Mera	Stern as his gaze is, Mera is the true-blood scion of her kingdom and doesn't flinch away. Stormy as his gaze, hers is as calm as the ocean. "I was just here a fortnight ago." She shakes her head, red hair billowing around her, and she follows after him with apparent ease even as she soothes the water around them almost instinctively.     "There's damage on the housing." Mera notes, in a tone that suggests she's saying it for lack of anything else to offer. It's obvious Arthur noted it. Any other signs of violence would probably be washed away. She also takes a piece of the shell wall, testing it to see if it's weakened in any way. "It isn't the same as what happened to Xebel; the situation is completely different."
Arthur Curry	Slowly Arthur descends to the ocean floor as he considers the broken pieces. It looks less like... the place was torn apart or blasted with weapons fire, more perhaps pierced by something? For the points are neat and precise yet there is no residue or markings. Simply shattered material and shell.     When Prince Orin touches down on the ocean floor a small 'puff' of silt rises from his work boots. Likely a source of frustration for his allies in Atlantis, the bastard prince still wears the garb of the surfacers. Torn jeans, brown work boots, a belt to slip through the loops of those pants. But beyond that naught else, leaving him unarmored despite the chainlink-like tribal marks upon his chest. Yet he seems still without fear as he scowls and looks across the way.     "You heard any stories about this area? Any bits of news in the last year?" He then starts to float forward again, moving roughly in the direction of one of the other small domiciles, that one too with a broken piece of shell...
Mera	Down goes the exiled Princess of Xebel with Arthur, her own descent more graceful and without the disturbance of the silt. She is armored in green and gold, although she left her trident at home. The message she received said speed, after all. A wisp of blue energy, and a piece of broken shell is in her hands, summoned hydrokinetically.     "Truth, Arthur?" She catches her lip between teeth absently as she looks around, "There's always old wives tales about why we shouldn't extend our borders, parts of the ocean that are forbidden." She spreads her hands, "I've seen enough that I don't discount them, but..."
Arthur Curry	"Even in my..." Arthur turns to the side and half-smirks sidelong at her, knowing how she felt about his status at various points. "Limited experience, I've seen a good number of things that were... pretty out there." He continues to float slowly forward, leaving that small trail of his passing, not quite as elegant nor smooth of a traversal as she has with her way.     Arthur more just pushes the ocean out of his way, while Mera... is perhaps more at ease with it.     "There was something the other week that left me feeling on edge. And now this," Shaking his head slowly he floats upward, rising between three of the damaged homes. One eye scrunching up he gestures behind him and then to the front, arms extending as if trying to draw a line...     "Nothing that way..." He gestures with a nod toward the dark of the ocean away from the remains of that small settlement. "That's on the maps. Eventually along this way is... Kennebunkport?" He's not entirely sure, but he's likely right.
Mera	The smirk is acknowledged with a quick shadow of a grin. Touche. But then Mera is all business again. It's no surprise she is more comfortable in the ocean than he is; not only was she raised under the sea while he was landbound, but she is in tune as only a well trained, powerful hydrokinetic could be.     Mera follows after Arthur, still looking around. "That sounds right." She confirms, regarding his geography, "Although something tells me that 'nothing' is perhaps the wrong word." Pause, "I can investigate the archives back in Atlantis, see if there is anything that was overlooked."
Arthur Curry	"Yeeeaah..." Arthur has a way of letting that single word drag out, drawn for a time almost lending it a few more syllables even as it's there partially in his thoughts and partially in the vibrations of the ocean near. He floats upward a bit more and shakes his head, "That might be a good idea, I'll..."     For a time Arthur's features twist as he scowls, perhaps at himself as he considers something. Those eyes slip back toward her and he murmurs, "I'll go see what I can see along this line of travel, take it fast at first, then backtrack."     Shaking his head then his scowl twists itself up into more of a smirk as he says, "You go back and research if there's anything in these parts?" Then he adds with a slight rush of pace, "And you can tell Namor if you catch his mightiness." That last word carrying a tinge of sarcasm to it for whatever reason.
Mera	The sigh that Mera lets out at Arthur's sarcasm is almost primordial. It's the sigh women have been making over two alpha men that can't get along since before Atlantis fell into the ocean. "I'll let Namor know." Mera finally replies, "I figured that is why you invited me to this little party anyways." That's said with equal amounts of sarcasm. Apparently the Princess of Xebel has learned sarcasm in her time on the surface.
Arthur Curry	"Nah, I figured if something gigantic jumped me and I had to run away..." Arthur says as he starts to float away backwards, smiling a little sourly though his mood has a tinge of the dark to it, "Best to have someone here I knew I could out swim."     And with a ripple in the water he takes off and suddenly is little more than a distant mote.