Guess who's ambushing you at dinner? (Remi)

[atlanteanhellion]

New York was boring. It was dull. It was entirely uninteresting. All of her usual shenanigans that had worked favorably to entertain her in surface times in the past were socially unacceptable now that she was older. This shift in appropriateness left her with not a lot to do short of drink lots of mochas and improve her trident technique (by scaring the crap out of unsuspecting Avengers.) Kassia was starting to reach the end of her entertainment with Starbucks when a very interesting tidbit of information crossed her path: one of the Avengers asked her if she was related to some guy named Remi de Namor. While her initial response was no some further research said otherwise. She was, in fact, related to some dude from another dimension named Remi. Genetically they had the same father. Which made him her brother.

Which means she had been cheated out of all this time tormenting an older brother in only the best Atlantean ways. This was unfair and it had to be corrected. Correcting the situation meant some stalking (she liked to think of it as espionage of a royal variety) and in short order she discovered that Remi ate nearly all the time at a little restaurant not too far away. He especially at there for lunch on Wednesdays. After verifying this pattern for a month Kassia decided to pounce the next Wednesday.

She even brought the trident, just for fun.

Now I Give You Judgment (For Tommy)

[fanboytemplar]

It happened, at times. Ann was probably the sweetest girl at the shelter -- it was amazing how much she hadn't let what she'd been through make her cynical -- but the general Alphabet City region wasn't always the safest to begin with, and she always insisted on leaving the shelter alone and going places that girls with scales wouldn't be safe. So this time, Jeremiah'd followed her. And lo, she did indeed get herself surrounded by riffraff.

But when he stepped out of the shadows, armoring up and drawing his sword, they moved faster than he expected in grabbing, her the lead one putting her between himself and Jeremiah. And the knife pried under a scale on her clavicle, making its point so well there were a few drops of blood.

His sword vanished. "Why?" Jeremiah asked.