<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">Dimitri couldn't see it, but Alannah was grinning as she whipped her tail left and right, surging downwards. Even after things with Nereus had taken a turn for the worse, he hadn't lost the cheerful glint-in-the-eye voice he often spoke in. Even as he told her about the strange, probably murderous entity they were looking for and the poor orphaned girl, Alannah couldn't help but smiling. It honestly wasn't the best timing as he swung her around with a very serious expression and she was still beaming like the Sun.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"'Ocean's Eleven'?"</span><br/><br/>Her grin faltered. She knew them. She <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> them; a group of people seeking to keep peace within the supernatural community. They were relatively new and had been formed a good fifteen years ago following the creation of the Frogmen, a bunch of activists who strove to make the existence of people who weren't human known. The had fortunately had very limited success, only being taken serious by conspiracy theorists and people who desperately wanted 'The Little Mermaid' to be based on a true story. But Ocean's Eleven didn't want to take any chances, and had as such tried to make ties with supernatural youths and their families to prevent them from getting any good ideas about dramatic reveals in the park that couldn't be dismissed as street magic. Alannah opened her mouth to reply, but Dimitri wasn't looking at her anymore. His attention had been captured by something behind her, and she turned around.<br/><br/>Her hands flew up to her mouth. An oily blob of golden liquid was faintly illuminating the area around it, and although it was gorgeous, it wasn't what Alannah was interested in. The seabed beneath the unfamiliar liquid was strewn with the corpses of small fish. Alannah reached out, gingerly picking up a dead fish. It looked like it had simply died without a cause; had just given up on life right then and there. She turned it over. <span style="font-style: italic">Aha.</span> One fin had been seared, thin spikes of bone clearly visible. The mermaid turned to Dimitri with a questioning expression, holding out the fish for him to take. It wasn't often that she found herself speechless, but this was one of the times. Who could have done that?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Godly?"</span> She said, her voice sounding faint and far away to her own ears. She wanted to touch the golden liquid. Even after looking at the poor fish and all its fellows, lying dead on the bottom of the ocean, she still wanted to touch the shimmering stuff that seemed more light and liquid. She hadn't ever been afraid to get her hands dirty, and both her parents and Dan often thought her reckless in that regard, but they were so far away now, and so, touch it she did.<br/><br/>A scorching pain erupted in her left palm the moment she made contact with it. She never managed to scream before she passed out.</span></div></span></div>