The Speech

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

This plot is on bendy time

The procession was uneventful. The stone podium in front of the Regent and the Regent's family awaits the wayward princess of the Amazons. Flanked by an honor guard of Titans magically able to breathe the water like air and survive the pressures of the deep and a council of those still proclaiming and interest in a kingdom falling apart at the seams.

This better be good - and she's not half as good as Diana.

"Regent. Lady Dolphin. Honored Council."

"As you and your people are aware, there was a great war on the surface between two great nations, Themyscira and the United States. This conflict was caused in part by the villain Circe and the War God of our -"

Water carries sound even faster then air. All heads turn towards the sound of rubble as the earth and water shake around them.

Comments

[duke-kostan.livejournal.com]

Kostan's face screws up bitterly. "Don't prtofess what your kind can't fathom."

He grips Cerdian by the arm. "Come on, young Lord, the evacuation sub is this way."

[jla-atlantis.livejournal.com]

Can you see her? Because she's there. Watching. Frustrated. A shimmering shape in the water that only Santana could see.

"Don't trust him!" Tula said desperately hoping she could be heard. "The sub is damaged. Kostan's just trying to take the crown--and Dolphin--for himself."

[santana-slade.livejournal.com]

Months of studying Titan's history allows Santana to know exactly who she's talking to. Months of training to be a Titan tells her to not say a word about it. Santana looks right at her and motions to follow her.

Around a corner, safe from prying eyes, Santana looks towards the figure. "If you are who I think you are," Santana says quietly, "tell me something only a Titan would know. I'm sorry, I have to be sure."

[jla-atlantis.livejournal.com]

"What you can be sure of is that people are dying!" Another ghost answers. "Allow me to help you!"

[santana-slade.livejournal.com]

Santana looks at him. "And you are..."

After Blood, she's VERY wary about who she lets in.

[jla-atlantis.livejournal.com]

"He's evil incarnate, that's what he is," said Tula, shooting a hateful glare Slizzath's way. "Don't trust him, either."

Something only a Titan would know...

"Shortpants used to be crazy for buckwheat pancakes." That'd be Nightwing there. "And Garth has a mole. Left buttcheek."

What? He used to go around in a glorified speedo--she liked to look.

[santana-slade.livejournal.com]

Santana nods. "That and he's in severe need of botox."

She looks towards Tula. "I'd have NO idea about any left moles in any left buttcheeks, but you pass on the 'shortpants' comment. Come on in. And tell me what you can do besides breathe water."

[jla-atlantis.livejournal.com]

"I can't just...jump in," said Tula. "It's complicated."

A glance over to Garth.

"There's a connection. That can't broken. But there is someone here that you can trust as much as me."

She jerked her head towards Slizzath.

"And it's definitely not him."

[jla-forgotten.livejournal.com]

A blond man exudes both calm and power. "If I may, my ladies."

[santana-slade.livejournal.com]

Santana jumps a little. "Him?"

She then smiles at the blond man. "Him. And you may."