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[imperius_procer]

"WHA-?!!" A portal opens in the ceiling, dumping about a ton of seawater mixed with crude oil onto the Nexus floor. The black crud spreads out and settles, revealing a figured covered from head to toe in it. The very very dirty Prince of Atlantis gets up, wiping as much of it out of his eyes as he can before trying to get quickly out of the puddle

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali takes in the scene with quiet resignation. She knew this was going to happen.

But "I told you so" doesn't help, so instead she wades through the puddle to Namor. Without a word she picks him up and carries him away from the crude oil, only putting him down when they're away from it. She's clearly worried, and working hard to keep from saying all those unhelpful things she's thinking.

Eventually she manages a calm-sounding "What happened?"

[imperius_procer]

He's too tired to really even protest at being picked up, and his gills are opening and closing like a fish out of water. He chokes once he's put down, spitting out black crud and looking up at her exhaustedly.

"Beemer and his gang..destroyed the oil rig."

[vicioussweetie]

And now she's angry--at Beemer, not Namor. Right now, she's going to focus on washing off his gills. Yay for bottled water and tissues.

"Would you like me to deal with them?"

[imperius_procer]

He coughs, wiping it away from his eyes and trying to get some of it off his body. He shakes his head.

"I'll do it. Just..after we evacuate Atlantis."

[vicioussweetie]

"You never let me help," she mutters.

"You need a shower. Can you walk?"

[imperius_procer]

He pauses. "I just feel that..this is something I should handle. I wouldn't be against some company when I do, though..."

Nod nod and he gets up slowly. "I'm pretty sure I can."

[vicioussweetie]

"No, Namor, trust me. You wouldn't want to be there when I found them." Get the hint, Namor, she's not going to be playing nice anymore.

"Okay. We'll go to Sweeney's, it's closer." And she doesn't want to upset the goslings.

[imperius_procer]

He nods tiredly. "I understand that, and I'd let you if it was anyone else...but he's a member of the royal family. You know the political ramifications allowing you to kill him would cause." He sighs. "No matter how well deserved it would be."

"Okay." He straightens up painfully, avoiding leaning against her to try and not get her any dirtier.

[vicioussweetie]

Yeah, like she's worried about her clothes right now. "They'd have to catch me first, love, and prove I did it. And I wouldn't have to kill them. I could dump them in the Dimension of Shrimp. It'd be like exile."

But she's probably going to kill them anyway.

"Lean on me, it's okay. My clothes are already ruined, more won't matter."

[imperius_procer]

Well, Princes have to try and upkeep a certain sense of decorum. "No..they need to die. And I'm really not against letting you do it. But I really want to..."

He leans gratefully. "I'm sorry to cause you trouble again.."

[vicioussweetie]

"No, love, you really don't. You'd feel guilty for the rest of your life..."

She gives him a gentle squeeze. "It's okay. You're worth it."

[imperius_procer]

"I let this happen by not taking care of him sooner..I'd feel guilty if I let him go."

He chuckles hoarsely. "I'm glad you think so."

[vicioussweetie]

"Well. We'll figure that out later." For now, he needs cleaning up.

[imperius_procer]

"Sounds good to me." And he's quite content to follow/be dragged by her to wherever they're going.