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WHO: Eridan Ampora and Namor McKenzie
WHERE: Pier 94
WHEN: THAT DAY NAMOR WAS BASICALLY LIKE "FUCK ALL Y'ALL LAND DWELLERS GET OUT OF MY OCEANS"
WARNINGS: VVIOLENCE.
SUMMARY: Eridan said more dumb arrogant shit, except this time it's to Namor. And Namor was like IT'S GO TIME.
FORMAT: PARA TO START, W/E AFTERWARDS BB
Give the assbloods an inch, they'll take a continent.
A good motto to operate under, Eridan had always thought. It was swift, blunt, and invited the use of draconian measures to keep said assbloods from gaining said inch. In fact, it was so appropriate for this situation that it sprung into his mind somewhere late on his way to Pier 94, dressed to the princely nines. He'd even broken out the cape for this special occasion - after all, putting a rogue seadweller in his place didn't happen every day.
"Hey Nam," he called on arrival, wand drawn and at the ready, and because Namora had the "Vietnam" sort of Nam tied down because Eridan quite frankly liked her better, it came out like "name". "You showin' yourself, or do I gotta hunt you down myself?"
He let a gradual sneer creep into his voice as he spoke, at the pinnacle of his childish theatrics and completely shameless. So what if some random, obviously inferior aquatic prince he had no real knowledge on had moved in on his territory with frightening efficiency? He could take this guy. He could take Namora too, though she was actually the favorite of his between the Atlanteans. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he could take Namor here.
"Come on, you fuckin' coward. Shitblooded, quasi-royalty coward at that. Let's see if you got anythin' to back up all a that hot water a yours."
WHERE: Pier 94
WHEN: THAT DAY NAMOR WAS BASICALLY LIKE "FUCK ALL Y'ALL LAND DWELLERS GET OUT OF MY OCEANS"
WARNINGS: VVIOLENCE.
SUMMARY: Eridan said more dumb arrogant shit, except this time it's to Namor. And Namor was like IT'S GO TIME.
FORMAT: PARA TO START, W/E AFTERWARDS BB
Give the assbloods an inch, they'll take a continent.
A good motto to operate under, Eridan had always thought. It was swift, blunt, and invited the use of draconian measures to keep said assbloods from gaining said inch. In fact, it was so appropriate for this situation that it sprung into his mind somewhere late on his way to Pier 94, dressed to the princely nines. He'd even broken out the cape for this special occasion - after all, putting a rogue seadweller in his place didn't happen every day.
"Hey Nam," he called on arrival, wand drawn and at the ready, and because Namora had the "Vietnam" sort of Nam tied down because Eridan quite frankly liked her better, it came out like "name". "You showin' yourself, or do I gotta hunt you down myself?"
He let a gradual sneer creep into his voice as he spoke, at the pinnacle of his childish theatrics and completely shameless. So what if some random, obviously inferior aquatic prince he had no real knowledge on had moved in on his territory with frightening efficiency? He could take this guy. He could take Namora too, though she was actually the favorite of his between the Atlanteans. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he could take Namor here.
"Come on, you fuckin' coward. Shitblooded, quasi-royalty coward at that. Let's see if you got anythin' to back up all a that hot water a yours."