lyra (she_hulks) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2013-06-14 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | namor, savage she-hulk |
Who: Lyra and Namor
NPCs: N/A
When: 06/14
Where: Beach in New York
What: Namor finds a green girl on the beach. Then proceeds to carry her away.
Rating: PG.
New York was different than England, but it was also the same. She'd managed to slip off the boat, and swim her way down the beach. She eventually climbed onto the soft sand and took a break, letting herself breathe. There was still a long way to go to Manhattan, the home of the men that the Overmen all worshipped. Lyra wasn't particularly excited about her mission, but she was excited about exploring the world as it was. Women walked the streets without fear. That was already a plus. Some men treated her kindly or with reverence, when they saw that she was green. That was another thing she enjoyed, even though she had turned that off. Sitting herself up, she started to squeeze the water out of her clothes. A moment later, she shook Boudicca. The pink watch tittered cheerfully, running down all the information she would need about this location in this time. She listened carefully, happy to have the familiar voice and link to home secured to her wrist. It was the only thing that made her remember that she was not dreaming. This world was real. “What are you?” The voice, spoken from behind Lyra, belonged to the tall figure in the black half-wetsuit. Technically speaking, it was not a wetsuit at all, but Atlantean armor and made from sharkskin, specifically designed for excellent hydrodynamics and protection from attacks. The deep sea was a dangerous place. A human visited beach, however, was not so dangerous. It was, clearly, a place where one might find strange sights, such as a green skinned girl wringing out her clothes after climbing from the water and wearing a talking watch. She was built like a warrior from head to foot, and Namor could see, from the way she moved, that she would be a formidable opponent. Her resemblance to Jen was a bit uncanny and from the air, if it hadn’t been for her red hair, Namor would have almost mistaken her for the WCA member he’d met in Malibu. So then who and what was she? If she was also a match for Jen for strength, and had not come here peacefully, they were in for trouble. Namor’s scowl was deep, as usual, and he crossed his arms over his broad chest to glare with a distrusting expression. Awaiting her response, the Sea King’s feet were planted solidly on the sand with white feathered wings folded against his ankles like tiny pinions. Lyra didn’t start at the sudden voice, but she rolled to her feet, automatically rolling into a defensive stance. He should not have been able to sneak up on her, but the sight of the wings on his ankles were enough to explain why she hadn't heard him at least. "This is Namor, King of At--," the voice started. "That's enough," she said quietly. She'd only seen him in statues. Seeing him here before her, now in the flesh was different. He was...much smaller than she had expected, but then again, it had been a statue and those towered. It was disorienting. "What am I?" She clearly didn't understand the question. Having spotted the girl while performing his aerial sweep, Namor hadn’t resisted the temptation to investigate more closely. He was fearless. Recklessly so, at times. And besides, it was one of his duties, as an Avenger, to keep the city, and even the world, safe from threats. “Do not repeat what I say. Simply respond to the question.” The speaking device was curious and that it properly identified him before she cut it off had Namor wondering. His eyes narrowed, “And tell me what that is.” Accustomed to giving orders, Namor waited expectantly for her to speak and explain herself. "He is a king, mistress," Boudicca clarified for Lyra as she hesitated. "I know that," she said pressing her lips together before turning her attention back to the man in front of her. "I am Lyra from the United Sisterhood Republic," she announced, straightening herself. She then waved to her wrist, "and this is Boudicca." "Hello, your highness!" she chimed cheerfully. "I live only to serve, mistress!" "I have travelled far to meet the mightiest men of this time," she explained. She had expected to have more time to explore before reaching her goal, but one of the candidates was standing before her. "You are among this list, which is why Boudicca has identified you. She is my way back, although I think she has been damaged somehow." While Namor wouldn’t argue that, yes, he was one of the mightiest of men in this time, he was suspicious. United Sisterhood Republic was not something he was familiar with, even being from Atlantis and not becoming on first name terms with every organization that formed. “Your list. For what purpose does this list serve. And where are you to go back to once... that speaking creation is repaired?” Speaking directly to humans was one thing he made rare exception of. Speaking to a curious device strapped to a girl’s wrist was out of the question. Even if it was astoundingly polite and appropriately flattering. Without giving her much time to answer, Namor made an abrupt change of mind, taking a step towards the strange girl, “You will come with me. Captain America will wish to know what your purpose here in his lands is, and I will not waste time with waiting for another retelling.” Lyra was not sure how she felt about this man. She knew very little about him outside of his abilities and the way he looked. The way he talked to her was not something she was going to be dealing very well with if he continued to use that tone. The girl already had a strong disposition against men. He was not hostile, however. He only asked questions that she could easily answer if it meant she met her goal faster. But she didn't want to be too hasty, perhaps another candidate would better suit her needs. Not only that, but she needed to secure her way back before following through with anything. The girl was about to answer the question of the when and why, but Namor had swiftly decided on something else completely, right as her mouth opened. "Captain America," she repeated, only to have Bouddica pick up on the rest of it. "The Overmen to the East worship him, mistress." She bristled visibly at the mention of the Overmen. "Then we shall go to him." He was clearly also a candidate. “Come.” Voice one of command, Namor stepped towards her and, without concern for the implications, swept her off her feet and lifted his own from the ground in one fluid move, carrying the both of them aloft with Lyra in his arms, bridal style, in a direct approach to the Avengers’ HQ. |