//Would any of you be interested in plotting with me?

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//Would any of you be interested in plotting with me?
plenty of fish || closed
oceanusregem
This, Harley Quinn supposed, was one of the many reasons she should really try harder at the whole ‘keeping out of trouble’ thing.
But hey, it wasn’t like she’d done anything too bad this time--not by her standards, anyway. She’d just wanted to make a few extra bucks, that was all! Granted, she’d done it by selling some of Madame Macabre’s more...unusual collection pieces to a...less-than-reputable fellow, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers, and kitty litter is expensive. What else is a landlord supposed to do when one of her tenants needs to move some shady goods?
Unfortunately, Harley found out a little too late that dealing with less-than-reputable black market buyers could leave her high and dry, with less than half the money she’d agreed to on the price.
So, in typical Harley fashion, she’d decided to take matters into her own hands--which is how she came to the docks down by the river, storming confidently and openly toward the dealer’s home base warehouse, her oversized hammer slung over her shoulder. Even the way she walked advertised that Harley was a woman on a mission--though perhaps it would have done her better to be subtler about her intentions, especially in this neighborhood.
But what could she say? Harley was mad. And she was never one to be subtle about that particular emotion.
oceanusregem started following you
..... *standoffish pose*
oceanusregem
Namor -- what can I do for you?
oceanusregem
Namor. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me.
It had been a while since Lorna had seen the island, since the battles and war between two powerful teams. A long time indeed. The green haired mutant would do just about anything to cling to the memories she had of the people she lost. Not that they were dead or gone forever, but it was too painful to see them, to think about them as they are now. She huffed, using her abilities to push herself up and into the air, floating over the sinking city. The emotional pain contorted her features. She'd never let her team know that she did this, that she went into her past, mentally, frequently. Lorna had seen better days with X-Factor. Now it just felt like a struggle, everything did. Another sigh left her lips as she slowly lowered herself, toes first. One foot at a time she felt the sandy earth beneath her. "It seems like this place is a metaphor of our lives...." She spoke aloud as she glanced down at the wreckage, bricks and metal mixed with the sand, only being exposed as the shore washed up and pulled back the earth to reveal its true nature.