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Arthur Curry	The trip to Easter Island had been an experience. Speedster powered rickshaw, while fast, perhaps not the most passenger friendly way to travel. After the fourth or fifth bug splat at least by that point Arthur had turned his back some and offered /some/ shelter from the little irritants that come from traveling at such speed across land and the ocean, despite the way the speedforce protects them from the more dangerous possible collisions in Impulse's wake. At least it was fast.     Then it was on the grand sweeping beach that Harley was likely left to her own devices for an hour or so, time enough to perhaps get up to no good but not too deeply into it. And, to be fair, there was at least little civilization to trouble. For they had departed on their trip underwater only after leaving Harley on the beautiful Northern coast, where there was that line of tall stern looking statues and with the waves breaking more gently over the vibrant beach in the sunlight. It was at least private, and the sweeping roll of the green hills behind gave it an almost otherworldly feel. As if they had passed from Earth to Elysium.     Impulse had left, and Arthur had dove deep below the surface to get the images of those furry yeti crabs. Which left poor Harls there with perhaps a sea gull or two for company. Though it was peaceful with the steady roil of waves rolling in and drifting out.
Harley Quinn	Harley doesn't seem to mind. Really. Specially since she came PREPARED. By ways of a nice fishing hat, the overalls. And if needed she can even put the fish basket on her head. So no bugs were eaten by Harley in the making of this episode! Even if they are going at Mach Whatever. She still 'weeees' at the travel, even attempting to stand up with arms open... Maybe she thinks they are on the Titanic. Yet at almost falling off she quickly stops with those antics and sits back down. And now. An hour to spend! So Harley goes on exploring the beach, back and forth, engaging in interesting conversations with the statues, or even pointing here and there as if she was showing some imaginary friend the island. Is it really imaginary though? Who knows. Eventually she goes back to the beach, now sans her sandals, letting the sand get inbetween her fingers as she finds a nice good perch to set her fishing rod at. "Come to mommy, fishies!" and there goes the line.
Arthur Curry	In some ways Easter Island seems untouched by humanity. Just the way everything is so quiet save for the cries of gulls and the wash of the waves. So when a Clown Princess of crime is set against such a calm tableau it's almost as if the whole world was there just for her.     It's a pity that the fish don't feel that way. For during the time it takes Arthur to dive to the depths of the ocean, very few fish find her line interesting. Oh there's a nibble here or there, but rather little for the most part. It's not until the sun is beginning to set and the ocean has calmed that she'll feel a single short tug, then an abrupt rush of movement from the depths as her line goes taut! As a fish leaps out of the water and splashes hard against the waves, perhaps 5 kilos? Perhaps heavier? But definitely strong enough to cause her line to whir with complaint.     Which might distract her as a figure emerges from the waves down the beach somewhat. Arthur rising out of the water with his hair slicked back and his features alive with a wry smirk, wearing only the torn ragged blue jeans he arrived in, leaving his muscular frame mostly free of obstruction, those elaborate tattoos upon his broad chest making his bronzed flesh almost seem armored. Over his shoulder two nets carry what bounty he has gained from the ocean, weighty looking but easily conveyed by the Atlantean.     After a few heavy steps on the sand of the beach he approaches, laughing a little as he calls out in her direction. "Hey you got one!"
Harley Quinn	"Bah!" Harley exclaims at the low tugging at her pole. The guy at the store told her those were the beeeest baits ever. Clearly a lie. She'd need to get satisfactions out of him. OH yes. It's followed by various 'Hmphs', 'grumbles', 'snorts' and then finally she narrowing her eyes. "This must be the hobo's fault. Isn't he some kinda horse whisperah but with fishes?" she brings a fingertip to the side of one of those blue lips, pouty lips, "Sniff, I loved Robert Redford on that movie..." eyes narrowing, "But the hobo ain't no Redford..." indeed! Still, even amidst her complaints she can feel the joy that being in a place like this brings. Untouched by anyone, or anything. No judgement about who and what she is. Just living free. Maybe this is what Spiral meant life was up in the Wildways.... Yet her straying thoughts get turned towards that line going taut! Bingo! She rushes to take hold of the fishing rod, "It's you and me now, fish!" she starts to wheel the miscreant in, solid grip on it, feet digged into the sand. No way that one will escape! "Hey, you are back!" she looking over her shoulder, tongue slightly out at the effort of controlling the damn fish. "And it will be mine in just..." struggle struggle and she finally starts to drag the fish to land. "Ahaah! Success!" she holding the fish up with her hand on the hook, wiggling it.
Arthur Curry	As she fights with, Arthur comes up behind her. There's the sound of the nets being dropped and then another laugh as he watches her struggle. She pulls and twists as she fights, then his voice offering support. "You almost got it. Give it a little slack..."     But she doesn't need his advice, she's got it under control!     And then eventually she pulls it back and, VICTORY!     Which when she rounds and she's holding the fish, Arthur is standing there, tall and features shiny from swimming. He laughs again giving a clap-clap-clap that echoes off the statues, even as the last of the sun seems to slowly creep down over the horizon, casting such beautiful colors behind him. And for a moment... a single moment, it might seem like such a picturesque view with the tall Prince of Atlantis and his strong frame like some ancient Warlord of the Sea, those elaborate tattoos criss-crossing the hard frame of his firm body, and how the sea glistens upon his skin as he shakes his head smiling.     Hair slicked back, and his features twisted with amusement he looks actually... friendly. Madness.     "Nice! You wanna have it for dinner?" And as he says that he starts to turn away.
Harley Quinn	The success of course merits a brief victory dance, hips coming to life as she gets into some slicks right there on the beach before she gives her catch a kiss on those dead lips. "Bleh, you got fish breath..." nose wrinkling and she putting the fish in the basket. She looks up at Arthur, "You know, I am HOPING that Impulse is gonna be around to bring us back because I can't start livin' heah like some native. And I got /no/ reception eitha foh my phone..." a shake of her head. "Did you get whatever you were looking foh?" She then asks, head canting to the side and she eyeing the Atlantean Prince. "You don't look as much a hobo in the right light. Not bad." it's almost like a compliment! "Dinner? Wheah we gonna cook it though?" A small glance around show here there's indeed no kitchen at hand. "Fireplace or somethin'?"
Arthur Curry	"Gee thanks," Is the response Harls gets from the tall man as she call him a hobo, AGAIN. But he turns back to those nets and over his shoulder he tells her. "Don't worry, I'll swim us back, it'll take a couple hours instead of the twenty minutes or so it took Impulse. Fast, but not..." He lifts a rough hand and waves it to the side, "Not crazy fast."     It's at that moment that he grabs one of the nets and pulls it up, causing a mass of clams to just spill out, falling onto the sand with a rush of movement to all lay there in a pile, some of the shells opening slightly, closing. Then he moves to the other and digs his fingers into the netting as he pulls it up and away, revealing a mass of stones about the size of his hand as well as... a metal grate? That /clangs/ on the stones as it falls out.     "Figure I'll make a fire pit here on the beach, got some clams, your fish." His lips twist, "They're already salted. Cook 'em like the Rapa Nui do over the stones." As he says that he bends to one knee a few steps to her side and reaches out with his hands, digging furrows into the sand and starting to make a trench for the cooking.     "How'd you do? Did you stay outta trouble while I was gone?" Since really, if one person could find trouble almost entirely alone on Easter Island, it would be Harley.
Harley Quinn	"So it will be like a swim on Aquaworld with the dolphins. Alright, I can dig that!" Harley replies, apparently not too troubled about taking TWO hours on a trip back to civilization. And with travel details out of the way it's time to focus on dinner and .... "Clams?" that has her furrow her brows, fingers reaching up to her chin to taptap on it thoughtfully. "You know, rumours say ya can talk to the fishies. Did ya talk to those clams ta join up foh ya to hoist them up? That's truly devious." see? More compliments! "The Rapa Nui?" Brow continuing arched, "We goin' full native then, fine." and while Arthur starts digging to get that fire going she moves to the fish, drawing out a knife from one of the folds of her overalls. It looks real sharp! And she puts it to use in gutting the fish with practiced motions. Not one afraid to get her hands dirty. Or bloodied! "I was just showin' the island to some of my friends." she says all too casually, humming a small tune to herself while she works. "And did *you* get in trouble?"
Arthur Curry	"Nah, I gathered them like normal," Well, normal for a man that can breathe underwater and feels the ocean around him as if it were part of him. But normal-ish.     "But yeah, Rapa Nui, just remember to leave the bones and fins in the fire, to please the varua." He says over his shoulder as he continues digging, the sand being pulled up in large swaths and deposited in a pile off to the side. Normally it might take a fair bit longer but he's strong enough to push a lot of sand without harming the beach.     Once he's got a good sized pit for their haul he rises up and digs into one pocket, producing a black stone that he rubs in between his hands. "Not one lick of trouble, I was almost disappointed," He glances over as Harley makes quick work of her fish, then gives a nod. "Can cook the innards on one of the rocks, it's a delicacy in these parts."     That said he opens his hands and the black stone now glows a hearty orange and gives off steady waves of heat. He tosses it into the pit and wanders over to the pile of stones, tossing those in as well as he builds a pile.     "Which friends are we talkin' about?" Arthur asks, giving her a curious look. Might be a joke. Might be crazy. Could be both.
Harley Quinn	"Sure. The .., varua will be pleased if my belly is pleased too." Driving such hard bargains! Harley doesn't seem the traditional type anyway. And it's not like these varua ever did anything for her! She thinks .., she has no idea who they are. "And well, life can't be punchin' threats aftah threats. Even if yoh team is all glamorous now with that moon base. Which speaking of, have you been up teah?" she asks with some curiosity on her tone. The fish is indeed taken care of rather nicely, innards on one side, gutted fish on the other. She licks her lips while looking at it. "Ufff, I can almost taste it already.." hands rubbing together. "Lets get this boy cooked." "My friends? Oh, old friends from otha adventures." A faint smile, "They nevah been so far off civilization. They found the statues funny. Even if perhaps a bit creepy." she sounding dead serious when saying that. And now she goes get herself busy with the clams.
Arthur Curry	"I did go, once." Arthur tells her as he's throwing stones into the pit, each time one falls in it hits the others with a nice satisfying 'ka-chock!' of sound. He straightens up from his leaning over posture to look at her, hefting a rock in one hand. "There was a party up there for Supes."     Which causes Arthur to smirk a little, "Namor was there. Called him 'Eyebrows'." There's a pause, then Arthur gives a rather surly and self-satisfied, 'Heh' as if that still tickled him.     Then it's back to tossing rocks as Harley explains the status of her friends, then looks around them as if trying to see them, then back to her. For a moment his lips part as he considers asking her if they're real-real or if she made them up, but down that path... there lies madness. Or perhaps he just doesn't want to be mean.     "You know," He finally gets the last of the stones in place and already the lower ones are heating up from the power of that orange glowing rock. "There are tales of these islands, of the people here and near." His voice is curiously gentle, a hint of... perhaps if not reverence then something akin, respect certainly. "Ancestors and their spirits remaining to watch over their family and the people."     He gives a nod toward the line of statues, "The moai." Arthur then steps to the metal grate and drags it over the stones to create a makeshift grill, "Represent great chiefs and are meant to house their spirits, give a place for their mana to rest."     A tilt as he smiles sidelong at her, "So I hope your friends are behaving themselves too." Like her.     Then he's grabbing the clams as she tends to them and pretty soon they're loading up the grill.
Harley Quinn	"Ooo, exclusive parties are the best!" Harley agrees with a small nod, "Like in the Hellfiwah club. No saints ovah theah." a wink, "If you know what I mean." fish is finally gutted, and cut into smaller pieces, preparing them to be cooked over the stones. "Namor?" a beat, "Isn't that speedo guy?" she lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "Some people just dress so weirdly sometimes..." says the gal in pigtails and in fishing overalls. She doesn't bother too long with Eyebrows though, because there are clams to open up too! And she puts that strength of hers to work. *snap* *snap *snap* It's like she's a clam opening machine! "This is like that show with Beah Grills. I watch it all the time with April!" she explains. "Hopefully we won't get food intoxication and die!" she chirps happily, then looks to the side, "Oh shut up, Susan. No one cares you are allergic to clams.." Her attention then falls on Arthur and she listens to the explanation about ancestors. A nod is given in return. "It's the best thing we can do to our ancestors and lost friends." a beat, "Keeping them in our memory so they are not forgotten." she says rather eloquently.
Arthur Curry	"Yeah, speedo." A twist contorts Arthur's features as he shakes his head while he moves around the side of the firepit. But when she mentions how weird some people dress he can't help but half-smirk at her though he keeps whatever comment that springs to mind to himself.     As Harley tends to the prepwork, he gives a nod now and again while listening. Bear Grills. Susan. Then that brief moment of insightfulness which causes his own thoughts to wander. Though he's brought back after a few moments when she's got the clams mostly prepped.     "Yeah, toss those on the grate when you're all set." He gives a nod and only then once they have the clams settled, the fish sizzling a little on the heated metal grate, as well as some of the innards... well then he finally seems to settle down. Dropping down with a grunt to take a seat beside the grill facing the ocean, he leans back on his hands and crosses his legs under him. All to get comfortable even as the sunset gets lower off to the West.     He takes a moment to brush his hands on the torn legs of his jeans and says. "Now. We wait." Which gives him a moment to shift his gaze toward her and he smiles a little as if commiserating on the need to actually cook the food. But then his thoughts are revealed as he tells her...     "My dad woulda loved this sort of thing." A nod is given toward the ocean, "The sea, the Rapa Nui, a good grill." His lip twists up a little at the memory. Sharing a little of his own as to people he's lost.
Harley Quinn	Swift and efficient! That's Harley when prepping food. And once it's all sliced and diced and whatever more is needed it's time to wait to reap the benefits once it's all cooked. Which means she makes her way over to settle on the sand next to Arthur, "You know, gotta give it to ya. Good idea you had theah, comin' heah foh a bit. I may even stop callin' you a hobo." it's a great honor! Reaching up she takes out her hat, shaking some sand out of it and racking fingertips through her hair, "And ooo, this reminds me. I need to find somethin' fun ta bring back ta April." she looks around, eyes settling on one of those big statues a moment. "Mmm, not that one..." gaze continuing to roam the beach while she listens. "Was your da from Atlantis as well? Or up heah?" she asks, bringing her legs up to her chest and resting chin on her knees.
Arthur Curry	Settling back once again he seems relatively at ease as Harls wanders over and takes a seat beside him. But it's when she gives him a hard time and calls him a hobo that he casually nudges her leg wih his as if to push her over a little, smirking a bit. "Gee thanks," He smiles a little more and continues to look out over the water. "Don't worry, m'sure you'll come up with another nickname."     But it's when she starts eyeballing one of the statues that his eyes follow after her gaze and his smirk broadens as he shakes his head. "How about we stop by a gift shop on the way home?" Since clearly that'll be a better idea than them trying to steal one of the ancient chiefs from their home.     Yet it's when she asks him of his father when he shakes his head slightly. "Nah." And he falls silent, leaving it there. Letting the waves wash over the shore three times before he raises his voice again.     "He..." A lift of his chin, "Tended to a lighthouse on the coast of Maine. This old lonely relic from a long time ago that he kept lit and worked on his whole life. Until one day there was a storm, and he saw lights out over the water. He ran out and found a woman who had been hurt." Arthur smiles a little sidelong at her.     "Storm was bad, radio was out, he couldn't get her back to the mainland. So he... did his best. Helped her, and over the next few months..."     He lifts a hand and smiles as he gestures to the side, "They fell in love. A year later and I was born."
Harley Quinn	"Gift shop? What the fuck?" Harley makes a face at Arthur, perhaps tempted to call him a hobo again. But she resists! Great for you Harley! Not that he saves himself from getting the stink eye for a moment there. "And no, not stealing Chief ovah theah. Not gonna take him away from his pals. Though I suppose he *could* benefit from seein' the world some and how fucked up this rock has turned into since he was around. Just a lil drive around New York ta show him.." she grinning at the prospect of it. "But nah, maybe a big shell from somewheah around the beach. I shall search later." And with the matter of the gift for April settled it's time for other matters! Her grin grows wider as Arthur speaks a bit more about his parents. "Oooh, that was quick. I mean, no tv means they had to spend theah time doin' otha stuff.., if ya know what I mean." yes, everyone knows, Harley. "Sounds to me you loved your da and see, that's what I meant. Ya bring a piece o' him with you everywheah you go and you'll nevah be alone, and in turn he stays alive because ya remember him. It's a good deal." she states in a softer tone.
Arthur Curry	When she chides him about the gift shop he draws his lower lip in a little as if trying to hide that playful half-smile even as he meets her glaring glower with a playful hint in his eyes. Then he offers, "Big shell, good idea." Much better than toting around one of the statues.     But then she tries to be all subtle as she intimates what she intimates about this parentals and he can't help but laugh as he shakes his head. Not one of his grumpy guttural 'hehs' but a deep belly laugh. "Yer incorrigible." He tells the clown princess.     "But yeah," Arthur says at the last after she shares her insight, his nose wrinkles as he shakes his head, then takes in a deep breath. Those pale blue eyes shift focus toward the horizon, and that grand sweep of ocean before them. "He's been gone a few years now. I find myself still instinctively thinking to myself, 'I wonder what he'll say when I tell him about this?' But yeah."     Crinkling his nose again he lets silence hang there for a time and then he grumbles before he says in a mock-chiding tone that does have a hint of affection to it. "You know, for a clown, yer easy to talk to."
Harley Quinn	"Well, what's stoppin' ya from tellin' him how your day went? Or how you punched speedo guy off onto orbit, or any other shenanigans?" Harley replies with a brief lift of her shoulders, "They can heah us, and have a good chuckle about the shit we do." beat, "Least that's what I believe in. Spirits can be moouh real than the phony people ya can find all around ya know?" she gesturing vaguely with one hand. "And yea yea, you aint too bad a person ta talk to, foh a merdude. Not that I know many merdudes ... but you know, it's the thought that counts." a wink and she drags herself back up to her feet, stretching up. "Now let's see about that food because I don't know about you but my belly demands blood!" followed by a groan from said belly.
Arthur Curry	"You're so demanding." Arthur says as he laughs a little and rises up as well, wandering over toward the grill and checking the food with the poke of a stick as he reiterates. "Bossy." He offers with a grin, then gives a nodin her direction.     "Alright, eat up, but let it cool some." And with that he starts in on the clams.