13792/Meeting At The Sea

Meeting At The Sea
Date of Scene:	06 September 2021
Location:	Atlantic Ocean, Near New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Poseidon, Storm

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Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon is the Greek God of many things. Seas. Storms. Earthquakes. Horses. He spends quite a lot of time in the ocean, but he also spends quite a lot of time on land. Presently, it is night, and Poseidon is within the sea. He doesn't look like himself at the moment. Then again, for a god who can shift his shape at will, what does he /really/ look like? Is the image he normally wears simply what he had decided he wanted to look like at some point in history? Poseidon is so old it's really hard to tell.

Never the less, he doesn't look like what he tends to look like the most. In fact, he doesn't even look human. He looks something like a cross between a horse and a lionfish. The body and head is that of a horse. But there are spiny fins like a lionfish down his neck and his long, fluted tail, and fins from his knees down on the front legs, and from fairly close to his body where his hind legs would be. His colors ripple from royal blue, to aqua blue, to red, and a creamy yellow.

The God of Seas and Horses has combined two loves into one, and is frolicking in the sea. Literally, frolicking. He swims for a time under the water, then leaps up out of it, only to dive back down like a horse jumping the waves. A full moon shines upon the waters, giving it some illumination. Enough to glisten upon the wet hide of the seahorse as he frolicks with the waves. With the water, it's hard to tell what his skin is like. It could easily be rubbery, like a dolphin or whale, or it could have short fur like a sealion, or tiny waterproof feathers like a penguin. And despite that the seahorse lacks a flowing mane and tail, he still looks utterly graceful and at home in the water.

Storm has posed:
The water beckons. For some it is a siren?s song, and for others it is a gentle lullaby. For Ororo, it is a soothing sound and a welcoming sound. She sinks through the air, riding the currents until she reaches the sand. She lights there, briefly on her feet, and then she sinks to her knees. She was soaked through, from head to toe and through to her skin. She was also tired, which had brought her to the sands.

For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and rested. But then she opened them once again to look out over the surface of the water. She caught sight of... something... in the water. She wasn?t sure what it was. She blinks a couple of times, watching, and her head tilts a touch to one side. Her hands shift to either side of her, and she pushes herself to her feet.

Poseidon has posed:
That something continues to frolick amongst the waves. It's far enough out that there's no danger of it getting 'stuck' on the sea floor as it rises toward the sandy beach. But close enough in that glimpses of it can be seen from time to time. Whatever it is, though.... it's not coming any closer. In fact, it seems to be heading further out toward deeper water. If a better glimpse is wanted of Poseidon turned seahorse, the beach goer had better hurry!

Storm has posed:
It is a curious thing. In one moment, Storm is nearly certain that what she is seeing is one thing but then in the next moment it looks to be something else. And not something the likes of which she has seen before. Lifting a hand, she pushes a sodden lock of white hair from her face. She takes a deep breath and lets is out, her blue eyes swirling to white. Shifting slightly, she extends her arms and rises into the air. Her ascent is slow, but once she is aloft, she starts to head out over the water in order to get a better look at what she had seen. Perhaps a good idea or perhaps a foolish one. Time will tell.

Poseidon has posed:
On the one hand, it looks like a horse. But the tail, once the spiny part has disappeared beneath the waves, looks more like that of an oddly colored dolphin. For a time, the creature disappears. And then, when Storm is above where it had been, it leaps up and out of the water, with her practically right on top of it! The water splashes up with it, as water tends to do. Physics, you know. Splashes toward Storm. The creature arcs gracefully in the air as gravity takes it back toward the water. Another splash lifts toward Storm.

Storm has posed:
There are times when she is nearly sure it is a horse for a part of how it looks. And yet, it is not. Ororo holds herself aloft in the air, and she tilts her head slightly to one side. ?What, or who, are you?? she wonders aloud, her voice accented mildly. She maneuvers a bit closer, still remaining in the air but lowering a bit closer to the water. Her eyes remain white, her magic yet held and used. She quirks an eyebrow as she realizes that she has moved more into a splash zone, of sorts. Since she is already soaked, a bit more water is unlikely to make a difference. ?Playful, are you?? she wonders, her braid flipping a bit at her back. The first wave of water strikes her, and she gives a little gasp at the chill of it. Carefully, she directs a gust of air to turn the second splash back on the splasher.

Poseidon has posed:
And yet, that splash turned back on the splasher never actually reaches him. He's already back in the water! The questions are not answered. Either the creature didn't hear them, or doesn't care to answer if he had heard them. Some distance away, perhaps fifteen or twenty feet, the creature leaps into the air again, and back down with another splash! But he's far enough away from Ororo this time that she is in no danger of getting splashed.

Storm has posed:
There is a soft laugh that slips from her, and she watches it for a moment or so more. She sinks lower, closer to the water. And then? Then Ororo releases her magic, her white eyes turning back to blue as she slips the rest of the distance down to the water and into it. ?Curiosity is a powerful thing and sometimes a foolish one,? she says softly to herself. An observation, of sorts.

Poseidon has posed:
Besides, even if the splash had reached him, he's already wet! Within the water, Poseidon cavorts, clearly enjoying both the shape he's adopted and the environment he's chosen for that shape. Once again, he speeds toward the surface and leaps from the water! But this time, he's practically atop of Ororo. He emerges from the water right next to her, and the curve of that lap takes him over and beyond where she is. He comes back down with a splash, setting the water to roiling. This close, he's easily double the size of any land based equine.

Storm has posed:
The splash that she'd offered up had been intended as an echo of the playful nature that she'd seen in him. Her long white braid floats and slithers through the water behind her. She treads water in order to remain at the surface of the water, her blue gaze following his movement as he leaps clear of the water once again. Ororo marvels at the sight of him, from head to tail, and a smile turns at the corners of her lips. "You are a mystery and a curiosity and something that is like nothing that I have ever seen before," she comments in a soft voice, speaking more to herself than necessarily to him. With how close he is, she reaches out her right hand to try to touch him, if only briefly, during his leap. There's a surge of water that washes over her head after his landing back into the water, and she sinks under the surface before coming up sputtering a little bit. She is rather out weighed by the size of him, a thing that she hadn't entirely realized until she was thisclose.

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon seems to be some curious amalgamation of fish and horse. He's got all the grace of a horse and all the colors of a tropical fish. And all the sheer joy of being in the water and playing that a dolphin would possess. And he hasn't seemed to have noticed the human in his environment at all. Then again, he's Poseidon. He almost certainly knows she's there. Something that proves to be true when he surfaces not too far away and looks at her, sputtering there. He's not sputtering, but is looking at her with eyes full of curiousity as well as intelligence.

Storm has posed:
There's something about seeing a creature this large be this utterly joyful about being in the water. It's part of what lured her to join him in the water, even though it might not have been the smartest idea. She could easily be crushed, or drowned, and that depends largely on the awareness of the creature to her presence here in the water.

Ororo has no way of knowing just what -- or rather who -- he actually is. One of her eyebrows quirks up just a touch when he looks directly to her, and she tilts her head a touch to one side. "I inhaled a bit of the water. I am fine," she says softly. Then she gives her head a brief shake. "Possibly crazy, given that I am either talking to myself or to a mythical creature, but... your play caught my attention and I was curious what you are. And you are quite colourful," she comments, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I have the impression that you would ask a question if you could." She should have kept going until she got home, to be able to rest after having dealt with the storm earlier.

Poseidon has posed:
Both 'what' and 'who' are apt terms when wondering about Poseidon. He is both a what and a who. The creature blows out a breath misted by the water streaming down his face. He tilts his head as she says 'possibly crazy', and the expression is such that clearly, the creature disagrees. Definitely crazy! The question part gets a shake of the seahorse's head. His question had already been answered. The seahorse watches her for a few moments longer, then surges upward, twists his body around in a graceful curve away from the woman, and splashes back down into the water. Once again, the waters surge around him, gravity and his weight displacing them and causing the same effect a storm would. Unpredictable waves. Small waves, but waves never the less.

Storm has posed:
The white-haired weather witch has set aside the wondering of what he is and who he is in favour of simply enjoying the presence of him. Admiring him, because he is quite a beautiful creature, not that she says as much out loud. She tilts her head a touch to one side, studying him, and she quirks a bit of a smile. "You seem to disagree with something that I said," she comments. Then she's quiet a moment as he shakes his head. "And unless I truly am crazy, I would hazard a guess that you are understanding what I say," she says softly.

Ororo watches the way he moves through the water, curving away from her before splashing back down again. Yet her attention easily turns to the waves that he's creating, the roiling swirl of them around her. The waves aren't the tossed seas of a storm, yet there is a similarity for the energy that's within them. The sapphire blue of her eyes bleeds away to leave milky white, and a moment later, a gust of air slithers past him in order to brush by and around her. She uses the air to lift herself from the water, and she holds her arms out just a bit from her sides, and a smile quirks at the corners of her lips. "Let us play, then," she says, giving a small nod to him. He might have the advantage in the water, but she hopes to even the score by being in the air.

Poseidon has posed:
Of course he's a beautiful creature. Even when Poseidon is trying to be low key, he's never plain or ugly. The seahorse might well have answered the woman's comment of understanding her, but sadly? He's already away and resumed play by the time it comes. Though he does nod, and his mouth's lips curl up at the corners ever so slightly, he's underwater and entirely out of sight when it happens. Thus far, he hadn't yet used his powers. The churning of the waters is entirely from the passage of his body and the movements of his fins. Once again, he sweeps around, but this time, he doesn't leap up into the air. He comes to a stop. And the water around Ororo's present location lifts up in elegant spirals of motion before splashing toward her!