<div class="floatleft">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/1/8/9/4/189413/8/2/b/x/82bxx/image.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>"Arty" Fellbrook</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309891.msg15050129#msg15050129)<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Monday 17th, Year 999 7pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atlantean Palace<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>As Pictured</strong>(https://ist5-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/1/8/9/4/189413/6/U/L/Z/6ULZg/01%20%281%29_l.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wasn't often that Arty saw something completely new, y'know. He'd been alive for long enough now that almost every sight on the planet that he had at some time or another in his wanderings seen something similar or at least roughly comparable. Yeah, big buildings and beautiful parks were nice and all and he always enjoyed them for what they were, but like...he'd seen it all before, y'know? A big building was just like another big building but bigger. A park was a park regardless of the flowers and the fish 'n stuff, and as breathtaking and relaxing as it always was - he didn't mean to put down the sights; there was a reason he went to see them in the first place, aftah all! - the point remained that he'd seen similar stuff before. But an underwater city, with gem-powered technology and a completely alien yet at the same time ancient culture? A people that he knew existed, but had never had the opportunity to see, a city he'd never gotten to visit that was supposedly so different to human architecture that it almost seemed to grow from the bedrock of an alien planet? Well fuck, I mean. How could any curious wanderlusting adventurer say no to<em>that?</em>It could be a once in a lifetime sight, and honestly, the view from the transport as he'd come into the city was worth the journey on its own.<br/><br/>Breathtaking underwater vistas, colourful and rare fish teeming the landscape, odd crustacean-like machines vibrating alongside schools of fish that paid them about as much mind as pigeons in the park did to humans, spiralling towers like the ends of some underwater creatures tendrils reaching up towards the surface, made of coral and bedrock meshed in perfect harmony, the sun filtering down from above and casting the entire city in something akin to a translucent ethereal shimmer that added a dream-like quality to everything it touched. He was pretty much glued to the windows as he approached - alas, his demon heritage didn't allow him to breathe water so he couldn't swim there unfortunately - such that he wasn't even interested in the friendly, hunky Atlantean who had been assigned to escort him. At the moment, anyway; he was tall and rippling with chiselled muscles that were adorned with delicately painted swirling, practically hypnotic patterns that had just served to distract him when he'd been told his name to the point where Arty still couldn't remember it over the sound of how rippling his abs were. But that was ok, honestly.<br/><br/>The escorts name could have been Bob and it wouldn't have mattered, what with that easy smile that could get any heart a-fluttering and long, gorgeous dark hair that he had to imagine looked devastatingly sexy when set to flowing in the ocean current. It helped that he was current topless, too, of course...Arty had definitely snuck a peek - you'd have to be dead not to find yourself flushing with warmth at the notion of what those strong hands and rippling muscles could do - and on the way out, well...he'd definitely pay this handsome stranger the attention that he was owed then, if not before. But before that, there was another curiosity he had to unravel; the letter he'd received just that previous week had said something about some team or other, a kind of gathering of exceptional people in exceptional times and whilst Arty wasn't really a team player - he was more used to being teamed up<em>on,</em>if you catch his drift - he had to admit that the notion of meeting a bunch of "exceptional" people was definitely something that piqued his interest. He'd told his mother about the letter, naturally, and she'd offhandedly mentioned that she'd gotten one a while back too but ultimately ignored it.<br/><br/>Of course, that just made him want to investigate more! To investigate a mysterious letter that even his mother didn't know the truth behind? Jeez, how on New Earth could any self respecting adventurous wandering spirit turn down something like that? He loved his mother, he did, but she could be so...so unadventurous sometimes. How the hell did she ever have any fun? So of course, when he eventually docked at the palace, he gave his guide a quick hug - Gawd, he was so tiny next to this seabear of a man, and he<em>loved</em>it - and a playful smirk, promised to see him again later, then skipped off down the hallway. A quick called comment from his guide later, he skipped back past the sharkcake (he wasn't a beefcake, after all; have you ever tried to put beef in water? Eugh!) and down the opposite corridor to the one he originally went down, a cheerful wave being gifted upon the cutey as he passed. It took longer than he'd like to admit to reach the central meeting room, of course; though the route was heavily signposted and there were guides at, like, every corner, Arty just couldn't help himself from wandering window to window, alcove to alcove, moon-eyed and wondering over every single thing he happened to pass.<br/><br/>A trident, a fish, a painting - how the hell did they paint underwater anyway?! - a window looking out at the city, all of it got the gawking tourist treatment such that what should have been a five minute walk turned into a meandering ten minute sightseeing show. Even Mink - Arty's pet fox, a shock of red and white fur wrapped around his neck - got impatient towards the end and started mewling a little plaintively, which of course got Arty's eyes rolling.<strong>"Ok, ok, no need to whine,"</strong>he murmured,<strong>"Can't blame a girl for oggling all this new stuff, y'know? Or is it old? Old to them, new to me, I s'ppose."</strong>He contemplated a moment longer before shrugging and flouncing the rest of the way down the corridor. In no time at all, he arrived at the large double doors to the meeting room - a library, he guessed, perhaps? - and skipped through, his eyes roaming over every part of the room curiously. Mink sat up straight, ears tilted as she looked at something in the corner of the room, before she hopped down from Arty's shoulder and went padding off to investigate the new, warm but foreign location. Arty let her go; she always came back eventually, after all, and he'd just caught sight of two rather intriguing fellows.<br/><br/>A giant of a man, tall and lanky as opposed to the bulging powerhouse of his guide, but still rippling with unmistakable power sat at the head of the table. On the other side, like a displeased wife of twenty years sitting as far from her husband as possible without<em>technically</em>being at a different table for dinner, sat a rather androgynous fellow who seemed all too content to let the silence stretch. Arty made a face. How boring. Were these the people he was gonna meet? I mean yeah, they were definitely different looking, but if he wanted to see people who just looked weird he coulda just gone to New New Jersey again. But then his eyes alighted on something a little more...odd. He lifted his eyebrow and craned his neck, stepping on tiptoes, and saw...yes!<strong>"Hey, that's me!"</strong>He exclaimed, his lighter, lilting tone echoing in the silent, cavernous room. His voice was warm and high, like a bubbly young female, abundant with energy and enthusiasm. And for good reason! One of the papers in the pile at the first mans side had a picture of him on it! He was at the mans side in an instant, leaning over the back of the chair as best he could to oggle what he could now see was some kinda collection of intel and stuff on yours truly, along with a few other similarly half-opened folders presumably on the people he was gonna meet soon.<br/><br/>He leaned forwards, leaning on the taller man, then scrunched his face up at the rather unflattering black and white, from-a-distance picture of him, obviously shot from hiding somewhere. He'd remember if he let a photographer get away with such an amateur shot of him without hiding, after all!<strong>"Eugh, you need to fire your photographer."</strong>He braced his hands on the mans shoulder, turning his face to look at him properly, allowing his red hair to fall in its braid over his shoulder.<strong>"That is just <em>awful.</em> I'd've been happy to <em>give</em> you a picture if you'd just asked, y'know, sweetie."</strong>His plush cherry-red lips curled upwards into a smile as he gave the man a cute wink.<strong>"It woulda been <em>much</em> better, I promise."</strong>He chuckled, then stood with a spin and a flourish, planting himself firmly on the table just to the side of the files, placing them between himself and the taller man. He leaned backwards, arching his back and tilting his head backwards to look upside-down down the table at the other strangely silent gentleman, his legs folding one over the other. His skirt rode up just a little, but he paid it no mind. It never hurt to flash a bit of thigh, after all!<br/><br/>Of course, the silence bugged him. It always did. He sighed in exasperation.<strong>"So why isn't anyone speakin'? It's gonna be an awful boring meeting if it's just you two competing for the 'Most Stoic Stranger' competition, y'know."</strong>He sighed dramatically, then allowed himself to slide backwards into a lying position on the table. Two new people in a new city in a new land, and they were so<em>dull!</em>Maybe coming had been a mistake after all. He pouted petulantly. Yeah, he'd have to fuck his guides brains out on the way back...of course, he'd just need to remember his name first so that he'd know what to scream. Or maybe he'd prefer "Master?" Or "Daddy?" Mmmf, he certainly looked like a "Daddy," he'd say that mu- TUTALA!<em>That</em>was his name! Now he'd just have to remember it when he was running his hands over that chiselled body of his. Damn, Tutala. Damn you and your distracting sexy body. He hummed softly as his thoughts turned to Tutala and all the things he'd have him to do to him, and away from the two people in the room with him as easily as a breeze passes through a meadow. Well, in his defence, he never said he<em>wasn't</em>flighty, now did he?