𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

With a nod, he hummed an affirmation, taking another swig of the drink, his cup rapidly emptying. “I can - although, I try not to. People see a grown man talking to fish and they tend to call security. That’s an upside of this place,” he added, “they know me and just think I’m a lil weird. The guards are really quite friendly.”

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“Hear, hear.” As much as he loved his jobs, it was good to get a break from it all with a friend who he knew wouldn’t judge him. That wasn’t to say she knew everything about Garth - she was still Atlantean and he still had purple eyes. Cursed, they called him. Who knew how she’d react to that. What she doesn’t know, can’t hurt her.

“I did, oddly enough. Most of the time, I’d get a job close to water creatures, find out they were being mistreated and 'accidentally’,” he gestured quotation marks with his fingers, “let them go.” He took a big gulp of the drink, savouring the sweetness and the mild burn. “That place treats them right though - keeps families close together, feeds them well and lets them go when the time’s right. It’s nice.”

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He chuckled at her reaction to the drink. He remembered when he’d just arrived on the surface, his fear and wonder at everything. The gravity was definitely the weirdest thing to try to acclimate to. “Don’t worry about that - I’ll be interpreter.” With a flourish of his hand, he gestured in the vague direction of their destination. “No time like the present, huh, Princess?”

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The remainder of the meal proceeded with the closest semblance of normalcy one would anticipate when a deep sea princess and a russian assassin were involved. With the knowledge that her confession could possibly put a considerable damper on the day when she finally got around to speaking it, Anya chose to avoid anything related to the she subject. She instead performed a frighteningly realistic impersonation of a charming companion. Entertaining Mera with conversation of safe topics and listening intently to every word that fell from her cherry lips. A well crafted and entirely false lopsided grin on her face, soft and inviting. 

It was so perfectly executed that it completely deflected from the lifeless, inquisitive sparkle of her stare as she gazed at Mera nearly without blinking. Absorbing every minute detail about her. From her mannerisms to her expression to the way she spoke. It wasn’t hard to turn the charisma on, purely ironic from someone as cold, calculating, and callous as she. But she knew how to weaponize her allure when necessary, to be as charming as she was psychopathic. Unfortunately, Mera wasn’t to know of the cold brutality that lurked behind the innocent exterior. That she took pleasure in trying on identities the way other people try on clothes. It was all mimicry. A game.

By the time the bill was paid and they’d exited the restaurant, a comfortable silence had settled between them. Wanting to prolong the outing, she brought them both an ice cream cone from a corner vendor and they found a secluded area in the park to enjoy it. But as Anya’s teeth sank into the dessert, unaffected by the chill, she realized it was time to address her 'secret’. “Do you remember when you asked me what I did for a living and I told you that if you knew, you would not like me anymore?” as the ice cream dripped over her fingers, she kept her tone casual as she licked it from her fingertips. “Camille says it’s vital to be honest with others,” which was a ridiculous idea to the compulsive liar. “I kill people,” she said, her gaze fixed on Mera’s reaction. Almost gluttonously anticipating the impact her confession would evoke. “Sometimes for money, sometimes for fun. And, I enjoy it”

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𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 seems like a child when she was eating her food, maybe for the lack of motor coordination in the land... On the water she's knows how to do things after all she never lived in a world there is outside of water. She happily accepted the ice cream, and began to eating it slowly, temperature never was a problem to her in both extremes hot and cold. Sometimes she just blow hot things because she imagined it was a mannerism of a human being not a way of protection. There we go... They back to the principal topic they spoke early, now Anya will reveal that she is actually going to bring her back to Atlantis and she is a secret worker from there?! There is a lot of things running on her mind. ❛ Okay... ❜ She says calmly as she feels the ice cream melting on her hand.

I KILL PEOPLE

Garth walked over, a hot chocolate in both hands. “Hello Princess,” he handed her the scalding sweetness in greeting, “I was thinking we could go to the sea life animal shelter - if any sea creatures get hurt by fishermen or are endangered, they keep them on land till it’s safe for them to go back home.” He felt she might be able to relate. “I used to work there - it’s a great place, if you wanna check it out.”

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He breathed a small sigh of relief as the bleeding stopped, the blue glow familiar. “I understand how your magic works, Atlantean; you aren’t the first I’ve encountered. Thank you for this.” He froze as she moved to support him, still not used to casually being touched by strangers. Still felt like a breach, like an attack waiting to happen. Even if this particular stranger was trying to help. With an awkward smile, he pulled away from her touch, not trying to seem ungrateful. “I’m sorry - I’m not comfortable with physical touch but I can walk.”

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his discarded backpack and slung it back over his shoulder. “Nearest body of water without too many eyes is a freshwater pond about 5 minutes that way.” He point due East. “I assume that will work?”

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 once hanging out with somebody that knows where she comes from, somebody from Atlantis. Not meta-humans or aliens, but Atlantis. She was unsure on how to talk, or act like an 'human'... Because apparently, she'll stay here longer... Although a month ago, she was found and forced to be in kingdom when they found out she was alive. But now the dust is a bit low, she is on the 'land' again. ❛ Hello Garth. So, what are we going to do now?! ❜ There's a lot of things she hasn't explored yet or didn't know how it work.

Glowing blue eyes? Landlubber? Atlantean. As if he didn’t have enough on his plate with alternate universes, new cities and hiding his identity, now he had to deal with a clueless Atlantean on land. Fun. “I was stabbed - if you can heal me or get me help to a similar degree, I will help you in turn.” He assured her.

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Anya listened to her explain what she constituted as a nice person with a thoughtful quirk of the brow. Who was she to pass judgment on anyone’s conduct, whether it was a peculiar way of speaking or an unusual demeanor? Despite her inherently aggressive social tendencies, she was known to be purposely hostile in order to relish others’ reactions. So if she was honest, the majority of the time she didn’t view the things Mera did or said as strange. At least she wasn’t boring. How she hated being bored. There was a single mundane thing about this otherworldly deity sprung from the depths of the sea. With a gaze like raging tides and turbulent currents; luring her like the waves did the day they met. To fall deeper and deeper, allowing the abyss to claim her.

Vile, monsters, and barbaric…

Anya let out a bark of laughter, eyes crinkling, at her presumption. Which, according to Anya, was not far off. “How amusing,” she continued to chuckle, attracting attention to their table due to her inability to control her volume. “Oh, that is good one. You are so funny, printsessa” she shook her head as she finished off the last of her piece of bread. “They are more like…weak, dull, and easily disposable” she plucked another roll from the basket and began tearing it apart in small pieces. “Some of them even squeal” there was a twist of mischief to her grin when she added the last bit just before scrunching her nose up and snorting like a pig. “Like little piggies”

When Mera questioned her directly what she intended to divulge, Anya’s gaze fixed on the scraps of bread she’d torn breaking them into even tinier pieces to make more mess. After a moment of hesitation, she raised her gaze to meet Mera’s. All signs of mirth now vanished. She ordinarily savored in exposing her sadistic nature, so why did she halt here? For the millionth time that day, Anya wondered what it was about her. She couldn’t describe it as mere attraction. She couldn’t call it simple attraction. Mera wasn’t her usual 'type’. She was always more initial drawn to dark haired woman But there was something, something that was tickling at a long repressed memory. 

“We eat first,” she repeated, catching the waitress approaching out of the corner of her eye. “Order anything you like,” she erased the seriousness from her face and smiled wide, though it looked strange on her features. “They have really decent Shashlik here, not as good from my native country but good enough” when she noted that Mera didn’t seem to recognize the dish she explained. “It’s like Kebob. Meat and vegetables on a stick. The key lies in the marinade and…” she leaned forward as if telling a secret. “…you can eat it with your hands”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 Anya that attracts her, but the princess didn't know exactly what is it, since she always suppressed the carnal pleasures... Her lips, her curious eyes, body or maybe the air of 'mystery' on personality that caught her. This is something she hasn't felt in ages, but she was unsure what is this 'fever', a suddenly unquiet heat on her body. There's more than she wants to know but unsure how to even start it. If it's not any politics matters, Mera is a tad awkward to approach people. She either can sound totally rude or completely shy but it'll depends on who she approaches or how they make her feels. She was being utterly honest when she told what she thinks about Anya so far and a coy smile appeared on her rosy lips that was a tad dry.

AMUSING? When Anya began to laugh, drawing attention to the other people on her table, the blonde was confused briefly if she said something wrong or... She simply got confused, forcing a smile to the other woman across from her, and looked briefly to the people that were watching them, giving a weak and forceful smile, waving awkwardly as if it was everything fine. ❛ Funny? I've been called a lot of things but funny isn't one. ❜ Her polished accent slip out of her tongue. She took another bite, holding the bread with only a hand and biting it on the 'lateral' of her mouth, but chewing with mouth closed. She scrunched her face a bit at Anya's description. ❛ Piggies?! What is that?! ❜ She is not really familiar with land's animals. Only a few 'domesticated' animals such as cats and dogs.

❛ SO--sorry?! I shan't say such things, I guess. ❜ The Atlantean apologized, mostly because she noticed how the smile vanish so easily with her words, and this wasn't her intention. She hopes she could make it up for her somehow. She look forward to see her more in a future, if Anya is up for it, course. ❛ Of course, whatever you want. ❜ Yet, there's something... She was dying of curiosity, but worried what is going to be whatever Ms. Wolf wants to tell her. She really is praying that this woman isn't either own father or Orm spy that will be taking her home and put her behind the grades. She never wanted to pray more for the Gods as she is at the moment. She sighs deeply as if it'll help her suppress her curiosity.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 danced in her life, so she has no idea how to do it. She always watched people make a good dance for her to entertain in big events in her kingdom. On the land is even harder for her, because well… She was used to seeing ‘fins’.

She never got drunk in her life. Y'Mera always focused to show the image of perfection to her kingdom not only for her people but also to honor her mother.