Had this been only aabout a year ago, Ophelia probably would have screamed, and tried to get people out of the way of the fish people.
Funny how time can change people.
When one of the scaley attackers came near her with arms out, she punched him in the face; it probably didn't hurt a lot, but it was enough to get him away from her.
Surrounded by her element, she raised her arms, causing a pillar-like wave to rise from the side of the ship, knocking three of the attackers over the railing, and back into the water. When she noticed Trident, her eyes narrowed, and formed several small ice spikes, aiming at him from behind.
"Crap, not good!" she muttered. She grabbed a wet life preserver (you know, those floaty ring things), and froze the water around it. She dropped it to the ground and jumped on, sliding into the group of the fish men, sending columns of waterto knock them back, hoping to knock one or two of them into the fishguy leader. However, none of them managed to knock into him, so she jumped off the sliding life preserver, picked it up, and chucked it at the leader's head like a frisbee, hoping for a direct hit.
"AHH!!" the blast connects with her side while she has her arms up to control the wave, and she falls over. The wave falls carelessly back into the water, and the few spikes she still had left in the air fall and shatter harmlessly.
She grips her side, and her eyes widen in horror when she sees she's bleeding. Trying to get to her feet seems impossible with all the scaley hands grabbing her. Maybe shoving them all down was a bad idea after all.
"Let me go!" She protests, thrashing with her legs.
Those scaley hands lift her to her feet, or at least, hold her up in a position similar to standing.
It seems the rest of the passengers have suffered a similar fate, as a number have been lined up not far from the battle, held in place by other fishmen.
"I have a special punishment in store for you," said Trident, glaring at Ophelia. "You'll be the first to join my army."
At that, a fishman waddled up, carrying a large metal case. He handed it to Trident, who walked towards Ophelia, opening it.
It revealed a glowing, red, irradiated rock, connected to machinery that ended in a lens...
"Prepare to join us, girl," he said, pressing a button on the side of the weapon.
It fired a green beam at Ophelia - a mutagenic ray, capable of changing her into an amphibious lifeform, like Trident and his minions.
Before it could complete her task, the water seemed to animate itself in the form of a dragon, and surged forward, clenching Trident's device in its "jaws" and shattering it.
As the so-called mer-man gaped in surprise, a figure clad in a blue and black wet-suit lept upon the deck.
Without a word, he threw out his arms, gathering water on the deck into tendrils and grabbing fishmen en masse, slamming a group of them into another, and making them drop down to the deck, unconscious.
...she was about to kill him, wasn't she? Why not let Aqualad do it? Her senses were slowly coming back to her, holding her head in her hands.
"No," Ophelia said softly, finding her voice. She reached out, putting a firm hand on Aqualad's shoulder. "I.. I was wrong, I.. he's wrong. The only monster here is him, and.. well, me now, but.. I won't kill him."
She did glare up at Trident though. "Besides, he shouldn't talk about things he knows nothing about."
He clenched his hands into a fist. "You saw me there, didn't you? You were there. I turned on all of you."
His watery construct started to shake. "I left to make certain I'd never do something like that again. And all I was able to tell myself was that if I had the chance to get my people back... if Slizzath hadn't lied I'd do it all over again..."
Isolation hadn't been kind to Aqualad.
He laughed, hysterically. "You see? If I kill Trident, Ophelia, I'll kill Slizzath, and... and if I kill Slizzath... he's Slizzath... Trident... is... I'm..."
"Just like them."
His spear surged forward.
And then splashed harmlessly against Trident's face.
She didn't know what to think or what to do, but Aqualad was starting to scare her some. "You.. you're not," she said, "He.. he DID lie though. He wasn't doing anything noble, he.. ahh.."
She hissed, holding her side as the pain began to surge through her; she had used to much energy with the injury. But no, this was nothing compared to when she fought Thirst; althought Thirst didn't turn her into a scale-covered freak.
"Aqualad.. Garth, please, you're.. you're NOT like them!" She was too tired, physically and emotionally to try to persuade him beyond that.
"Yeah... I told Terra, and Silvermane before I left..." he said, keying in a course for the ship's autopilot.
Then he walked over, taking some first aid supplies out of a cabinet. "Come on, let me take care of that wound. You're not bleeding, but it could get infected..."
"An infection is probably the least of my worries," she muttered, spreading her fingers to see the webbing between them. She wondered if her feet were like that, too. Not permanent, not permanent. Just keep reminding yourself Ophelia, she thought to herself.
She lifted her shirt just enough so he could tend to the wound, and looked away; she figured he'd probably be put off by the scales, so she just kept talking without looking at him. "I don't really think.. you should blame yourself for what happened with Slizzath," she said. "Gust told me some of what happened, so.." she wasn't really sure how to say it, so she just sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you probably don't want to talk about it.. Just.. on the ship, I was kind of worried."
She didn't really know what to say to that. 'I'm sorry' seemed like such a generic, thoughtless answer. "If.. he had been sincere about bringing them back.. then it would have been more understandable," she said. "It would have been like reversing extinction. But if that were really his intention, I doubt he would have hurt Aristotle the way he did. He probably would have brought it up to him. They could have worked it out, you know?" she turned back over to look at him. "Don't blame yourself for wanting to do the right thing.. you just.. went about it the wrong way because he lied to you. You and Slizzath may have been the last of your kind, but you're two completely different people," Ophelia smiled.
"...well that's great," she sighed. Ophelia then had the mental image of being greeted with torches and pitchforks. Which would have been funny since Atlantis is under water, but she wasn't in a very good mood.
Then it dawned on her, wait a second, if it's underwater.. but she was distracted by what Aqualad had said. "What do you mean by that?"
"Simply put, I was told not to ever return. This... was a little while before I got Slizzath's offer, and when I found out I was an Idyllist, not an Atlantean..."
Wait. So.. was he going because of her? She didn't want him to get in trouble.. but no, there was Trident, too. He even said they were responsible for him. Not knowing what to say, she kept quiet the rest of the way there.
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45 minutes before the attack, that reading disappeared.
Thus, no warning would come to the cruise ship, as by that time, there would be no way of telling where the object had gone.
The ship suddenly disengaged the device by which it had concealed itself, and broke the surface.
In a matter of moments, a large hatch opened on it like a gaping maw, revealing a host of what could only be described as fishmen.
Into the water they surged, like living torpedos, and once they reached the boat, they crawled up the side and began to attack the passengers.
Their leader, a more prominent looking figure holding a trident, followed after them.
"These fools shall serve me nicely," the one called Trident said. "They shall be made in the image of my greatness... and serve as my army!"
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Funny how time can change people.
When one of the scaley attackers came near her with arms out, she punched him in the face; it probably didn't hurt a lot, but it was enough to get him away from her.
Surrounded by her element, she raised her arms, causing a pillar-like wave to rise from the side of the ship, knocking three of the attackers over the railing, and back into the water. When she noticed Trident, her eyes narrowed, and formed several small ice spikes, aiming at him from behind.
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He spun around, firing a blast from his trident, blasting the spikes before they could hit her.
"Seems this has gotten interesting, my children!" he said, pointing at her. "Attack the meta-human!"
Six of the fishmen stopped their rampage and charged Ophelia.
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She grips her side, and her eyes widen in horror when she sees she's bleeding. Trying to get to her feet seems impossible with all the scaley hands grabbing her. Maybe shoving them all down was a bad idea after all.
"Let me go!" She protests, thrashing with her legs.
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It seems the rest of the passengers have suffered a similar fate, as a number have been lined up not far from the battle, held in place by other fishmen.
"I have a special punishment in store for you," said Trident, glaring at Ophelia. "You'll be the first to join my army."
At that, a fishman waddled up, carrying a large metal case. He handed it to Trident, who walked towards Ophelia, opening it.
It revealed a glowing, red, irradiated rock, connected to machinery that ended in a lens...
"Prepare to join us, girl," he said, pressing a button on the side of the weapon.
It fired a green beam at Ophelia - a mutagenic ray, capable of changing her into an amphibious lifeform, like Trident and his minions.
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Oh that was not cool ( ... )
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Before it could complete her task, the water seemed to animate itself in the form of a dragon, and surged forward, clenching Trident's device in its "jaws" and shattering it.
As the so-called mer-man gaped in surprise, a figure clad in a blue and black wet-suit lept upon the deck.
Without a word, he threw out his arms, gathering water on the deck into tendrils and grabbing fishmen en masse, slamming a group of them into another, and making them drop down to the deck, unconscious.
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He got in between them.
"He's right about me..."
He looked directly at Trident, gathering water in the air, and condensing it into a spear of his own.
"... I'll kill him, so you won't have to..."
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"No," Ophelia said softly, finding her voice. She reached out, putting a firm hand on Aqualad's shoulder. "I.. I was wrong, I.. he's wrong. The only monster here is him, and.. well, me now, but.. I won't kill him."
She did glare up at Trident though. "Besides, he shouldn't talk about things he knows nothing about."
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"No. He's exactly right."
He clenched his hands into a fist. "You saw me there, didn't you? You were there. I turned on all of you."
His watery construct started to shake. "I left to make certain I'd never do something like that again. And all I was able to tell myself was that if I had the chance to get my people back... if Slizzath hadn't lied I'd do it all over again..."
Isolation hadn't been kind to Aqualad.
He laughed, hysterically. "You see? If I kill Trident, Ophelia, I'll kill Slizzath, and... and if I kill Slizzath... he's Slizzath... Trident... is... I'm..."
"Just like them."
His spear surged forward.
And then splashed harmlessly against Trident's face.
Aqualad fell to his knees, shaking.
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She hissed, holding her side as the pain began to surge through her; she had used to much energy with the injury. But no, this was nothing compared to when she fought Thirst; althought Thirst didn't turn her into a scale-covered freak.
"Aqualad.. Garth, please, you're.. you're NOT like them!" She was too tired, physically and emotionally to try to persuade him beyond that.
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Then he walked over, taking some first aid supplies out of a cabinet. "Come on, let me take care of that wound. You're not bleeding, but it could get infected..."
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She lifted her shirt just enough so he could tend to the wound, and looked away; she figured he'd probably be put off by the scales, so she just kept talking without looking at him. "I don't really think.. you should blame yourself for what happened with Slizzath," she said. "Gust told me some of what happened, so.." she wasn't really sure how to say it, so she just sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you probably don't want to talk about it.. Just.. on the ship, I was kind of worried."
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"... Well. The long and short of it is, I did something wrong. At least... no one died who didn't deserve it."
He sighed.
"I'm the last of my people now, though. Slizzath and I, we were the last of the Idyllists..."
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He sighed. "They'll help you, because Trident is from Atlantis, and they're responsible. But... they'll be even less happy with me coming than usual."
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Then it dawned on her, wait a second, if it's underwater.. but she was distracted by what Aqualad had said. "What do you mean by that?"
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"Simply put, I was told not to ever return. This... was a little while before I got Slizzath's offer, and when I found out I was an Idyllist, not an Atlantean..."
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Wait. So.. was he going because of her? She didn't want him to get in trouble.. but no, there was Trident, too. He even said they were responsible for him. Not knowing what to say, she kept quiet the rest of the way there.
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