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Underwater Adventure

Yeah, I like all of your ideas. True heartbreak killing them sounds like a great twist, and I like using the bubbles/sea foam thing from the original Little Mermaid. Her great-grandmother was taken by humans, and her great grandfather could have been close to death from heartbreak, but maybe his anger and bitterness about the humans saved him. Meaning in order to save themselves from their broken hearts they have become, well, heartless.

And yeah, them picking what age they want to stop is good, so leaders can still look strong and dignified and experienced and everything. Then after many, many years of this constant age the aging starts again.

And yeah they wouldn't be invulnerable to death, just a little more resilient. They can still be killed, but if they take care of them selves they can live for well over a hundred years.

And I like the idea that the slowed aging affects a bonded human. Maybe merpeople mate for life or something? So human's aging will also slow, and maybe they become more resilient to illness and disease or something? Quicker healing in water (which could also be another mermaid ability that protects them from predators drawn by blood)?

I agree about the feet and legs thing. Let's do it.

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I have seen that show! I was considering some hydokinetic ability...I was going to have it so that there were merpeople more powerful than others, especially the leader/royalty figures, and since her family are the leaders of their pod I guess it would make sense for her to have some elemental power. But I'll probably have her older siblings be more powerful. But not super powerful ha or else they would have destroyed the human race by now.

I like the idea of the kiss binding them, too, we should definitely use that. It would be interesting if she didn't know about the binding effect the kiss would have on them, just about the surviving underwater part. And I have done mermaid rps where the mermaid was able to gain legs on land. I'd be down for having that. It could have been a forgotten ability due to them wanting to isolate themselves from humans. I was thinking of having Mara wanting to run away from an arranged marriage a little further into the rp, so the legs thing could help give her a place to escape to. Also her having legs on land doesn't make her quite so limited to the water. I like it. ;)

I also thought that merpeople could live longer than humans. Not immortality but once they reach a certain age their aging slows. But I can toss that idea.

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Thanks~ I left it open so that lots of mermaids/men could be/ are dangerous to humans, including members of her family/pod, but she isn't. This could leave the door open for future conflicts with her family.

I was actually wondering if you had any thoughts about mermaid abilities? I don't want to make her super powerful, but I was thinking she could be able to breath underwater, swim very fast when she needs to, see and hear clearly under water, be able to descend into depths that humans can't, cold blooded so hot or cold water doesn't bother her, an affinity with sea animals, just basic mermaid abilities. I had a thought that the kiss of a merperson could allow a human to survive underwater for a period of time, but it's just an idea at this point.

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Mara
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Mermaid
Family consists of: Ronan, her father and soon to be leader of their pod; Kali, her mother; Aron and Zale, her older brothers; Calder, her grandfather and currently leader of their pod; Lea, her grandmother; Bradan, her great-grandfather.
Growing up under the sea, Mara had always heard tales of the vicious humans that lived on dry land. They trapped merfolk, killed them or put them on display, and her mother swore to her that her own great grandmother had become entangled in one of the human's nets and had never been seen again. This was why her great grandfather had dedicated their pod to protecting their kind from the humans in anyway possible. Even though the stories of humans and their savagery had always frightened her as a child, Mara could not help the curiosity about the surface world that began to fill her as she grew older. Under the water it was always dark and cold, but on the surface there was sunlight and warmth. And the humans she saw at a distance, though intimidating, started seeming mysterious to her. More colorful and lively. She's secretly gone up to the surface to bask in the sun for years, and recently started venturing towards the shore, cautiously edging a little bit closer each time. But she'd never dare approach a human. Not on purpose, at least.

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A girl, I think. If that's alright. And that sounds really interesting. Maybe merpeople have similar ideas/fears about humans, which is why there's this taboo.

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The Underwater Adventure sounds promising? I like playing mermaid characters.

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Sam couldn't help but emit a satisfied sigh when she felt the soft mattress beneath her back. A bed. An actual bed. Maybe it had only been a couple of days since she had last laid down on a proper mattress, but those couple of days had felt like...years. She opened her eyes slightly when she felt her boots being removed from her feet and tried glaring at August. She didn't have to see the expression to know it wasn't very effective. "You don't have to tuck me in," she told him as he laid her head down on a pillow, "I'm not a little kid." Once again her words were rendered ineffective due to the wonderful feeling of the pillow against her head and she not so begrudgingly shifted a little to get more comfortable.

August covered her with blankets and Sam didn't think she ever wanted to get up and out from under the warmth ever. She was about to close her eyes and roll over to fall back asleep when she met his gaze and was suddenly transfixed by his expression. He spoke then and she listened as he admitted to her he needed help, and that the four of them (Dorothea, Liam, August, and herself) were in it together. Sam's mouth opened slightly, as though she wanted to say something, but he continued speaking. He was going to alert the room to the eminent danger and keep them safe. And she was going to sleep. Sam wanted to speak to him, wanted to do more even though she knew she couldn't. She wanted him to explain things more, but he was leaving. "...Hey!" Sam said, trying to stop him, but the most peculiar man she had ever met before in her life was gone, leaving her alone in the bedroom with a little light from the cracked door dully illuminating the stacks of books all around her.

After a few moments of just staring at the door Sam finally settled back down onto the bed and closed her eyes. Tomorrow. She'd get her answers tomorrow. She'd make him tell her. After she slept. And maybe even took a bath, if such a thing was available. A bath...Her troubles couldn't keep her awake when she felt this exhausted, or loved the idea of bathing off two days worth of fantasy world grime off of her skin. In a few moments Sam fell into deep, dreamless sleep, shifted her position occasionally and breathing steadily.

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Will was trying to speak to him, coax him into accepting spoonfuls of stew, but all he could focus on was his hand, and what the cat was doing with it. He felt her small, soft paws press his palm down, then fumbled with a few of his fingers until she was holding his thumb and little finger down against the palm. That left three fingers.

Three fingers.

He remembered a smaller, slightly more disheveled Dorothea whispering to him and smiling as they conspired. They had been younger then, but Liam knew that even back then he had been falling in love with her. They were coming up with signals that they could share, signals that no one else had known about. One finger meant stay quiet, two fingers meant run, but three fingers....

"Three means come find me," Liam whispered and he could feel tears welling up in his sightless eyes. He found the cat again with his free hand and touched her softly. He could say that it was impossible, but this was a land of magic. Anything was possible. So Liam willed himself to believe, believe that this cat could somehow be Dorothea. His Dorothea. And unknowingly unclouding his mind of Narissa's first potion in the process.

"Dorothea?" Liam whispered, daring to hope. "Dorothea did I find you?"

Will had all but given up trying to make Liam eat something. He had retreated a bit, but kept a close eye on Liam as he interacted with the cat and couldn't stop the feeling of concern that was growing on him. The only person that could distract him suddenly reappeared in the room and Will's eyes locked on him almost instantly. He had seen the Marshal enter and move around the group moments earlier. Will would have approached him then, but he had seen that the man had been carrying a half unconscious Samantha at the time. But now he was alone again, and nothing stopped Will from striding up to him with a serious gleam in his eyes. "What is happening, Marshal?" he demanded, and he knew that he didn't sound as respectful as he normally did. But their camp had been nearly destroyed and his prince had been blinded, and Will knew the Marshal knew why. He probably knew much more than that, as well, and Will intended to find out all of it.

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When the Marshal's face had vanished from her mirror, Narissa had nearly started to shriek and curse him. She had nearly smashed the thing and sent out her ravens to her men and darker allies in the shadow world to gather. She had wanted to start invading the kingdoms in that instant, enough with the secrecy and lies. She wanted the world to see her for what she was, how powerful she was. She wanted to hunt down August Derrick and the princess and slaughter them all. She wanted to take her husband's throne, take everything that she deserved. But after that instant she forced herself to stop and breath.

Yes Derrick's betrayal was going to force her to make rapid changes to her plans, but not everything was lost. She still had Eldonia and Tommen. She still had the alliances of the other kingdoms beyond Verinia, and she still had an army. There was no sense jeopardizing it all for the sake of one man. Yes, she would still destroy the Marshal for this, but she'd have to be smart about it. She was going to have to turn August Derrick into the enemy.

Suddenly very glad she had not smashed her mirror, Narissa stroked the surface until her reflection faded and she started calling out for her daughter. She was going to need her daughter to put on a very convincing show.

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Liam was very still in the armchair, slumping in a defeated, undignified sort of way, until he felt a touch. He assumed in the first instant that it was Will again, but when he felt the nuzzling against his face he twitched. His brown eyes opened, not that it made any difference at all, but they had gone wide. This was familiar to him. He had felt this sort of touch before, this sort of comforting affection, from one person. The familiarity only increased as he felt his hair being stroked, and Liam took a very shaky breath. He could feel himself trembling slightly and was trying to swallow back a moan. And when he did make a sound he uttered the first work he had spoken since entering this farmhouse.

"...Dorothea..."

Will had started helping the man distribute food to the cold looking men milling about. They all looked ragged and still in sleepwear and they all accepted the bowls and the biscuits like they were at a banquet. Will felt himself still murmuring thank yous to the big man and forced himself to shut up. Once all of the bowls were passed around Will took one, but rather than eat the stew himself he went back over to Liam. Samantha's cat was with him and the prince's head had rose and his sightless eyes were open. "My lord, you have to eat..."

"Dorothea."

Will looked up, startled. "...What?"

"Dorothea is here, Will. I felt her..."

"Liam," Will began slowly, biting his lip in concern, "It's just the cat. Miss Shea's cat..."

Liam reached up and felt around until his fingers touched the cat and his brows furrowed as they stroked the fur. "She...she was here. Her fingers...through my hair...like she always did..."

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Sam watched his face as he spoke, seeing the stone in his expressed and hearing the steel in his voice. This was the Marshal talking now. His words were cold, giving her a chill and forcing her to suppress a shiver. But they also made her more than a little bit...angry. She was too tired to be angry but she felt it all the same. She suddenly wanted out of his arms, feeling disgusted that earlier she had actually asked him to carry her (even though she knew she hadn't been able to walk after her little adventure). Speaking of her adventure he had told her that she had been sleepwalking, but just now he had told her that nearly died. And Liam had been poisoned? But he was still going to...lie. Like he had been doing. He was just going to carry on and apparently not trust her, even though earlier that day he had confided to her that she was the only person he could trust. Well...not any more it seemed. He seemed to be pushing her away.

It hurt. More than she cared to admit. Sam had started trusting him that day. Or maybe she had started trusting him the previous night. Despite everything he had done. She had believed in what he had told her during their private conversations. Maybe she had been too quick to forget. Maybe...she had misjudged their relationship.

He had told her not to argue. But she was so, so bad at following orders from idiots. "Here he is," Sam heard herself say, sarcasm in her tone. "Marshal August Derrick. Admitting that his lies and actions have caused the pain and suffering of so many people. And yet...he's going to continue the lying and the secret keeping. Because it's obviously worked out so well so far. And he's shoving away the one person who he's admitted he can trust. Flawless plan. But you know what? Fine. Whatever. Do what you want, Marshal." She said the title with a hint of contempt. "But I won't help you lie." She went quiet for a moment, looking at the lights in the windows of the farmhouse they were fast approaching, then she turned back to him. "You told me the other night that my judgement is worth more than an army. Well, just in case it wasn't clear, I'm judging you. Really, really hard."

Her speech and her anger at him had drained her of the energy her little nap had given her, and the warmth of the farmhouse covered her like a blanket. There was a fire, comfy chairs, the smell of food, and maybe even something that resembled a bathtub. But for right now she just wanted to lay down on something soft and sleep for hours. She took a glance around the room and spotted Will crouching in front of an almost unrecognizable Liam, and Dorothea hovering close by. She felt like it had been eons since she had last spoken to her, but Sam knew that if Liam was hurt then Dorothea wouldn't leave him. There was always tomorrow. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "Put me anywhere flat, I don't care," she told the Marshal in a passive tone. She didn't want him to know that his words were still hurting her. She didn't want to admit it herself.