<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Atlantean Empire.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 21:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>M'gann.<br/><strong>Theme Music:</strong>Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>Orin is relieved to hear back from M'gann, and sends her a return message reassuring her that she did well. He gives a summary of the fallout from the GCB, and asks if it's possible for him to enter Canary's hideout.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Honestly, Orin had expected to have to move at least once and broadcast his message several times before he eventually found wherever M'gann had been taken but, happily, this was one of those occasions where his forecast on the likely chain of events turned out to be wrong; pretty much as soon as he sent out the message and was about halfway through the repeat, his telepathic broadcast was suddenly and sharply pinpointed on one location as he felt a channel opening up in his own head. Of course, terms like "channel" and "frequencies" were all human metaphors, but considering how difficult it was to describe precisely what went on with Telepathy in a way that most people understood, they worked well enough for what they were supposed to convey. Take the channel; it wasn't like a channel on a radio or a television in that you could switch over to a different one and only have them on one at a time; it was more like a phone or email connection in that you could have multiple ones open at the same time and direct different thoughts down different ones, or you could have a "Group call," where everybody was privy to everybody elses projected messages. It also let you read surface thoughts and feelings, which could get messy if you weren't practised at handling multiple connections at once. Thankfully, for the moment, he only had to handle M'gann's connection. He managed to suppress his massive wave of relief that washed over him as he heard M'gann's mental voice in his head, knowing that if it was too strong, it could end up sending a fairly nasty feedback signal to the powerful empath on the other side...he was relieved, yes, but he had to control himself. For one, he didn't know who else might be listening in. If nothing else, however, M'gann was safe...and, apparently, healthy. He still detected a slight undercurrent of nausea, but - much like him - she appeared to have gotten over it for the most part, which was also a source of relief and happiness. That feeling, he did allow to radiate over the bond; when telepathically communicating, there was a lot that you didn't have to specifically project, and being glad that somebody was ok? That could be said more effectively by just pushing a wave of emotions through the connection rather than outright saying it.<br/><br/>Of course, he didn't get much of a chance to respond for the first thirty seconds as M'gann embarked on one of her great rambling journeys to something approaching the point, and he had to - despite the fact that just ten minutes ago he'd been sick with worry - shake his head in amusement...it was good to know that she was ok, since if she wasn't she'd outright have told him, and that she appeared to be with friends. He didn't know who this "White Canary" was - perhaps that woman in white at the bank? The name would fit, as would the approximate times of their mutual disappearances from the scene - but if she had helped M'gann get out of the area and recover, then he figured he would need to make a point of meeting her and thanking her personally for the aid she rendered in regards to M'gann...it wasn't often that a stranger helped him or M'gann in a potentially life threatening situation, but when it did transpire, he never failed to show his appreciation somehow. M'gann was the closest thing to family he had, especially on the surface, and back in Atlantis at least, family was extremely important. And if somebody saved a family members life? You owed them yours, effectively. Of course, the reverse of that was that if somebody threatened a member of your family, they effectively threatened the lives of the entire family, but people tended to be more intelligent than to openly threaten Orin or M'gann, once they knew who they were. Most of the time, at least. He did frown when she began to apologise, however - she had been incapacitated by a surprise attack followed by (as she told it) an effort to save lives; there was nothing to apologise in that regard - and as soon as she paused for breath, cut in sharply...though he tried to temper his tone with a bit of tenderness at the same time.<em>M'gann, stop. You did all you could, and probably saved lives through your actions. You have nothing to apologise for; I'm just glad that you're safe and unharmed.</em><br/><br/>He paused, and looked at the clock tower...he would have to explain everything to her, of course, including what they'd found out and what they were in the process of corroborating, but first he had to somehow get inside the clock tower. He doubted that White Canary, whoever she was, would appreciate him blasting a hole in her wall, so he needed to find the front door, wherever it was. He frowned a little; there were no obvious signs of entry, and any hideout worth having would have some kind of a security system that he didn't want to trip, just in case; he was tough, but he wasn't invincible and it would not make a very good impression on White Canary if she came back to find the King of Atlantis unconscious just inside her front door, or caught in a net as he tried to climb through a window. He could get out of a net, of course, but M'gann at least would never let him live the humiliation of being tangled in it down. He'd only just managed to get the surfacer supervillains to stop mocking his water-based powers, and he was not about to give them yet more ammunition to deride him.<em>In any event, slow down, M'gann.</em>He allowed a sense of amusement radiate across the connection.<em>The short version is that Ivy is being questioned by Garth over several claims that she has made, and when I left he had just started the interrogation. As far as I can tell there were no fatalities resulting from the conflict outside the bank and everybody affected has made a full recovery. I'll explain the details to you, of course, but I would rather do so in person.</em>He also wanted to make absolutely certain that she was ok and was, in fact, the real M'gann. As much as he hated the idea, she could be an imposter, or being compelled to answer the way she was. He had to make certain with his own eyes that she was healthy and safe.<br/><br/>Besides, they rarely got a chance to speak outside of the battlefield, and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity to catch up properly with his adopted niece. If nothing else, he needed to give her a relieved hug, just to vent the excess relief and worry. He wasn't a very touchy person most of the time, but there were definitely a couple of exceptions, M'gann being one of them.<em>Where is the entrance to 'White Canary's' base of operations? Are you able to grant me access or must I await her return before entering?</em>From what he could sense, M'gann was the only humanoid creature inside the clock tower; now that he knew what to look for, he could detect her faint - shielded - presence inside, behind some kind of muffling effect that served to mute his ability to detect her. However, with her as a conduit, he was able to confirm that either she was the only one inside...or the others were extremely skilled at protecting their minds from detection. Or they were just monumentally<em>stupid.</em>He would really rather go inside to talk to her...standing out in the open made him feel exposed, and he would really rather not be taken by surprise whenever Canary, whoever she was, returned. Besides, he wanted to<em>see</em>M'gann as well, and he couldn't do that whilst he was outside and she was inside. Either she had to go out to him, or he had to go in to her...and he would prefer to go inside. The King of Atlantis talking to a Martian above a main road? Hardly subtle, and hardly private. Inside a secret hideout?<em>That</em>was much preferable in terms of holding a private conversation. But then, that was just him; he had been told that some humans found him to be a little weird at times, so there you go. Make of that what you will.