Jubilee & Namor | Of Gods and Menances
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xp_logsJubilee and Namor banter at the lake.
Jubilee swung her feet idly at the edge of the dock that attached to the boathouse, watching an absolutely magnificent sunset over the lake. She'd gotten into the habit of visiting whenever she was back at the mansion, perhaps as nostalgia for a time when Remy and Cain had lived here.
Whatever the reason, she’d soon have to start bundling up, and possibly even bring ice skates for a run around an ice-bound lake.
“Don't you get cold?”
She asked the question to the seemingly thin air but only if you hadn't spotted the aquatic royalty lurking just below the surface.
It took a minute, but slowly that aquatically royal figure drifted upward in true Monster of the Week fashion: the mere hint of a ripple replaced with a silhouette that, yes yes, was something like a man emerging from the waterlogged depths. Only instead of horror and menace, the best Namor could radiate was mild disdain.
"We have seen the seat of god and found only the fondness of men," was delivered blandly, "There are chills far worse than the embrace of the sea." Namor flicked his head backward, shedding some of the aforementioned depths from his hair, as he braced with one arm against the dock.
“Gods are overrated, your Majesty,” Jubilee replied with a grin as she admired Namor’s decidedly attractive form. Something about a man covered in water. “We once found one who thought he was a Biker.”
Water and not much else.
"How precious." Namor considered the gods he might have known, but his early statement still applied. "The surface dwellers thought we were gods once. The Kraken." He shrugged at this. "Or the Leviathan. I take it this one of the Olympian fools. Or, perhaps, Asgardian. This age seems to attract bifrost problems."
“Like, it's all the hot air from climate change,” Jubilee replied with an entirely straight face. “Bifrost problems, various isms, it's all conflict, all the time. You never had problems back then?”
"All people have problems. Ancient rivals summoning minions of the snake god, our glorious nation's wars, trade, and trade wars. Humanity has always been full of conflict. There's just more of you."
“Minons of the snake God?” Jubilee raised her eyebrows at that one. “We talking Egyptian, Greek or Midgardian?”
"Tell me the difference," was delivered so flatly you could have eaten off of it. "Ishtar all the way down. I do recall hearing the Lemurians took their snake god and sold his cult to the Upper Kingdom. The Lower Kingdom always had better parties."
“Good to know, your Royalness,” Jubilee noted as she leaned forward, slipping the tips of her feet into the water. “You do seem to like a good party, Darcy was very complementary.”
"Darcy," Namor said fondly, drawing out the name into far too many syllables. "A gentleman does not kiss and tell. A royal is more discreet, but a royal is also taught the value of all forms of diplomacy."
“Darcy didn’t ‘share’,” Jubilee promised, unwilling to let her teammate seem less than discrete. “But she does find you company delightful.”
She pulled her feet up from the water as she noticed the sun sinking its way into darkness.
“Mind if I visit more often? I like it here, and you’re interesting. Like, I think we could be friends? If you were wanting one.”
This got an honest, amused laugh from Namor, who had been drifting closer to Jubilee as the conversation continued.
"We would find that to be quite pleasing," he offered, "You amuse me. I find lately that I could use more of that."
Jubilee swung her feet idly at the edge of the dock that attached to the boathouse, watching an absolutely magnificent sunset over the lake. She'd gotten into the habit of visiting whenever she was back at the mansion, perhaps as nostalgia for a time when Remy and Cain had lived here.
Whatever the reason, she’d soon have to start bundling up, and possibly even bring ice skates for a run around an ice-bound lake.
“Don't you get cold?”
She asked the question to the seemingly thin air but only if you hadn't spotted the aquatic royalty lurking just below the surface.
It took a minute, but slowly that aquatically royal figure drifted upward in true Monster of the Week fashion: the mere hint of a ripple replaced with a silhouette that, yes yes, was something like a man emerging from the waterlogged depths. Only instead of horror and menace, the best Namor could radiate was mild disdain.
"We have seen the seat of god and found only the fondness of men," was delivered blandly, "There are chills far worse than the embrace of the sea." Namor flicked his head backward, shedding some of the aforementioned depths from his hair, as he braced with one arm against the dock.
“Gods are overrated, your Majesty,” Jubilee replied with a grin as she admired Namor’s decidedly attractive form. Something about a man covered in water. “We once found one who thought he was a Biker.”
Water and not much else.
"How precious." Namor considered the gods he might have known, but his early statement still applied. "The surface dwellers thought we were gods once. The Kraken." He shrugged at this. "Or the Leviathan. I take it this one of the Olympian fools. Or, perhaps, Asgardian. This age seems to attract bifrost problems."
“Like, it's all the hot air from climate change,” Jubilee replied with an entirely straight face. “Bifrost problems, various isms, it's all conflict, all the time. You never had problems back then?”
"All people have problems. Ancient rivals summoning minions of the snake god, our glorious nation's wars, trade, and trade wars. Humanity has always been full of conflict. There's just more of you."
“Minons of the snake God?” Jubilee raised her eyebrows at that one. “We talking Egyptian, Greek or Midgardian?”
"Tell me the difference," was delivered so flatly you could have eaten off of it. "Ishtar all the way down. I do recall hearing the Lemurians took their snake god and sold his cult to the Upper Kingdom. The Lower Kingdom always had better parties."
“Good to know, your Royalness,” Jubilee noted as she leaned forward, slipping the tips of her feet into the water. “You do seem to like a good party, Darcy was very complementary.”
"Darcy," Namor said fondly, drawing out the name into far too many syllables. "A gentleman does not kiss and tell. A royal is more discreet, but a royal is also taught the value of all forms of diplomacy."
“Darcy didn’t ‘share’,” Jubilee promised, unwilling to let her teammate seem less than discrete. “But she does find you company delightful.”
She pulled her feet up from the water as she noticed the sun sinking its way into darkness.
“Mind if I visit more often? I like it here, and you’re interesting. Like, I think we could be friends? If you were wanting one.”
This got an honest, amused laugh from Namor, who had been drifting closer to Jubilee as the conversation continued.
"We would find that to be quite pleasing," he offered, "You amuse me. I find lately that I could use more of that."
