I AM THE GREATEST MAN I'VE EVER KNOWN.
"And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along."

Namor The First. Avenging Son. Sub-Mariner. King. Conqueror. Lover. Imperius Rex.

Independent Namor RP Blog.

Aug

heavenlyguardixn:

oceanusregem:

Odinsdottir. The king mulled over the name and pondered a connection with Thor. His experience with Asgardians were a mixed affair. He thought Thor a capable warrior but was not above soundly trouncing him should the need arise. He sensed there was much to her tale that she was still processing. “Then you will not die this day, Angela. Wait here and I shall be back momentarily.” 

Namor dived beneath the surface and swam towards one of the hidden Atlantean treasure troves. Such things were scattered across the world to use in times of great need. He opened up a vault and rooted around the rock shelf. He picked up two vials and pushed up towards the shore. He came up onto the beach glistening in the sun with rivulets sliding down his scaled uniform.

"This salve will balm the wound. This other one counteracts and nullifies toxins in the bloodstream." He handed her the second to drink. With her permission he kneeled to inspect her wound beneath the bandage and carefully pushed the bullet from her flesh. 

Angela gave an appreciative smile. She could tell he questioned her words and was curious about her. It was written all over his face. But with the pain spreading in her body, she was thankful that he did not press and ask any questions. She nodded her head. “Thank you much. I won’t be moving anywhere.” she said a bit dryly, a ghost of a chuckle coming from her. She sat down on the wet sand, her hand still pressed against her wound.

As he dove beneath the surface, the warrior laid back flat against the sand, letting her eyes close. The poison was taking a toll on her body already and she could feel herself growing sick. Her head was pounding, pressure weighing down on her skull. Each breath she took became more painful, her heart clenching tightly in her chest. Every moment he was gone was another one she focused on the pain.

When he arrived she was incredibly thankful and she pushed herself up into sitting. Nodding her head, she took the one vial he handed to her and downed it instantly. Angela grunted her permission and she grimaced as he pushed and pulled until the bullet slid out of her body, slick and black with blood. “Thank you, Namor. I am indebted to you.”

"When a woman so enchanting is in distress Namor cannot help but answer the call." He smirked, stormy eyes glittering with the calm of the sea on a warm summer day. He clasped the bullet between thumb and forefinger, crushing it with ease. With his free hand he rubbed the salve into her flesh, keeping his touch light and gentle. When enough of it was in place he patted the bandage down again.

"The salve is fast-acting. The wound should be healed fully by tomorrow." Namor stood to full height, regarding her. "I must return to my people and ease their worries. Yet you have sparked my curiosity and I would seek to know you better when I’m done."

He offered his hand for her to take as a sign of good-will. “You’ve earned my respect for the way you fought inside, Angela. Not such a thing easily attained.” 

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richterjulio:

Don’t you look like a man who’s just had an experience?

New Avengers #18

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heavenlyguardixn:

oceanusregem:

His eyebrows perked when she mentioned she was Asgardian. He studied her and saw the resemblance. Her weapon and armour was much in line with what he knew of the people. “A pity.” Namor lamented. “My arms can be strong and comforting when given sufficient cause.” His smile was playful as he motioned with his head. “Come. Let us leave this place and help you heal.” 

He left the room and moved at her pace. He occasionally looked back, checking to see if she was alright. When he saw the sun he dropped out of the cliff face and walked to the beach. Namor waded into the surf and saw his people crowding around him. He told them he had crafted a temporary sanctuary and said he would see them there in due course.

"It occurs to me I have yet to know the name of the woman I’m rescuing from certain doom." He remarked as he stood in the waves. 

Angela snorted and she shook her head. “I don’t doubt it. Perhaps next time I get injured, I’ll be sure to be unable to walk, allowing you the opportunity to use your strong and comforting arms.” she responded, taking a step forward before he started to move. She followed after him, keeping up a pretty good pace. But with having to break the tanks in her state, she’d weakened herself considerably. And it certainly wasn’t fun to deal with.

She noticed him continually looking back to check on her and she paid little mind to it. It was interesting to see how he’d been so rude earlier to her, and now that she had helped him and was seriously injured, his attitude had changed considerably. It was enough to have her question his motives. She stood on the shoreline, watching him speak to his people. They were dutifully gracious of his help and it was endearing to see.

The Asgardian was pulled from her thoughts when he spoke to her. She raised her brow. “Mm? Oh. I am Aldrif Odinsdottir. But please, never call me that. Call me Angela.” It would be some time before the warrior was used to Aldrif being her name, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever use it. Even in the presence of her parents.

Odinsdottir. The king mulled over the name and pondered a connection with Thor. His experience with Asgardians were a mixed affair. He thought Thor a capable warrior but was not above soundly trouncing him should the need arise. He sensed there was much to her tale that she was still processing. “Then you will not die this day, Angela. Wait here and I shall be back momentarily.” 

Namor dived beneath the surface and swam towards one of the hidden Atlantean treasure troves. Such things were scattered across the world to use in times of great need. He opened up a vault and rooted around the rock shelf. He picked up two vials and pushed up towards the shore. He came up onto the beach glistening in the sun with rivulets sliding down his scaled uniform.

"This salve will balm the wound. This other one counteracts and nullifies toxins in the bloodstream." He handed her the second to drink. With her permission he kneeled to inspect her wound beneath the bandage and carefully pushed the bullet from her flesh. 

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despondentparamour:

Rare glimpses of Namor NOT being an asshole.

Defenders #1

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panels-of-interest:

Namor vs. Namor.

[from Avengers/Invaders (2008) #3]

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heavenlyguardixn:

oceanusregem:

Namor smirked at her forced optimism. “I would not have something so inferior as human made weaponry lay you low.” She chose to help, even when it was none of her concern. The least he could do was make sure she lived to fight another day. “Atlantean apothecary is second to none. You will yet have the opportunity to attempt to cleave me in half.” 

A flicker of a smile appeared as he dropped the last of his people into the water. They would find their way back to the ocean and he would see them there. He searched the cupboards for something useful and discovered a first aid kit. He removed a roll of bandage. “Here. This will provide a temporary solution.”

He applied the bandage to the wound, working quickly for sake of time. “Surely you do not need me to carry you out as well.” He smirked again, attempting to provide her with enough motivation to keep moving. 

Angela gave a small smile that faded into a grimace. “I do appreciate it. At least someone else agrees with me. A human killing an ang—Asgardian—would be embarrassing as a whole.” Angela had to correct herself. After recently learning of her true heritage, it was difficult to come to terms with the fact that she was never an angel. Having been raised as one her entire life, it was a shock to find out that she was the Princess of Asgard instead of the ward to the Queen of Heven. But nevertheless, Angela would always be an angel at heart. She still hadn’t accepted her true name.

Another grin spread across her face. “I look forward to the day I get that opportunity. However, the more I see you care for your people, the less reason I have to do so.” she admitted. She watched him search for something, and when he found the kit she gave a small sigh of relief. At least she’d have use of both of her hands now. The redhead moved her hand out of the way, it soaked in blood. She knew her skin would be stained for a bit of time if she didn’t wash it away.

"Thank you for your help." The Asgardian stated with an appreciative nod of her head. She raised her brow and shook her head. "I don’t, thankfully. I am capable of walking on my own—for now." she said with a returned smirk. 

His eyebrows perked when she mentioned she was Asgardian. He studied her and saw the resemblance. Her weapon and armour was much in line with what he knew of the people. “A pity.” Namor lamented. “My arms can be strong and comforting when given sufficient cause.” His smile was playful as he motioned with his head. “Come. Let us leave this place and help you heal.” 

He left the room and moved at her pace. He occasionally looked back, checking to see if she was alright. When he saw the sun he dropped out of the cliff face and walked to the beach. Namor waded into the surf and saw his people crowding around him. He told them he had crafted a temporary sanctuary and said he would see them there in due course.

"It occurs to me I have yet to know the name of the woman I’m rescuing from certain doom." He remarked as he stood in the waves. 

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heavenlyguardixn:

oceanusregem:

Over the sound of rushing water and pounding fists he heard her voice. He looked over his shoulder. “Break the glass. Help me get them into the water.” They needed salt water preferably but fresh water would rejuvenate his subjects long enough for them swim down stream to the sea. With another mighty blow the floor broke open and the water started to flood the room.

The king ripped open the tank with the mother and child and cradled them delicately in his arms. The mother was whispering to the infant. “Peace, little one.” Namor said. “All will be well soon.” He lowered them into the river and turned his attention to Angela. He noticed she was holding her side. “You’re wounded?” 

He opened up another tank and helped Pollux submerge as he started on another. He felt his own strength grow as the water level rose. 

Angela waited for no further instruction and used her free hand to slam her fist into the glass tanks. One by one, they shattered around her and his people were freed. How ironic it was that punching thick glass and shattering it did not harm the woman, yet a silly, human-made weapon was enough to nearly kill her. Well. That and the poisonous blade the Chitauri had slid into her belly without her notice. She watched with fascination as he set to work, the love of his people powering his body to do incredible things.

Once he’d collected the mother and child she watched with interest. The selflessness she saw was moving and for a moment, the huntress forgot about the pain in her stomach and the feeling of her strength leaving her body in a river of red. At his question she nodded her head. “Shot. Then stabbed. I do not think I can be of any use much longer. I really hope not to die from a human wound and a single Chitauri. It would be embarrassing.” she spoke with a forced laugh.

The redhead pressed her hand harder to stop the bleeding, and she could see that no more blood was pouring from it—but that didn’t mean there was no internal bleeding or hemorrhaging. “I need this bullet out and my wound flushed. The blade was poisoned and it is spreading.” she stated as if she weren’t going to die.

Namor smirked at her forced optimism. “I would not have something so inferior as human made weaponry lay you low.” She chose to help, even when it was none of her concern. The least he could do was make sure she lived to fight another day. “Atlantean apothecary is second to none. You will yet have the opportunity to attempt to cleave me in half.” 

A flicker of a smile appeared as he dropped the last of his people into the water. They would find their way back to the ocean and he would see them there. He searched the cupboards for something useful and discovered a first aid kit. He removed a roll of bandage. “Here. This will provide a temporary solution.”

He applied the bandage to the wound, working quickly for sake of time. “Surely you do not need me to carry you out as well.” He smirked again, attempting to provide her with enough motivation to keep moving. 

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heavenlyguardixn:

oceanusregem:

In his hunt he caught brief glimpses of her fighting prowess. She moved with a deadly grace that he could appreciate. She didn’t need to tell him twice as he cut a bloody path through the agents. Focusing on his anger, unleashing his emotion helped staunch his worry. He’d lost so many already. Every Atlantean was precious. He needed to show them they could still place their faith in him.

In a dimly lit room he saw several tanks spread around. Some of his people were being slowly suffocated, each cage containing a small amount of water that was being funnelled from a naturally occurring stream at the back of the room. Namor pressed his hand to a tank containing a mother and her child. She was keeping the little one submerged, placing more value on her son’s life. 

"Prince Namor," a man coughed from a separate tank. The others perked up, some looking on uncertainly. "Save your strength, Pollux." Namor urged the warrior. "I will free you all." He went to the stream and pounded his fists into the floor, breaking it repeatedly to carve a new direction for the water to flow. There wasn’t enough time to break them out individually as they needed water immediately.

The smell of blood assaulted her senses, but it hadn’t been just the blood of humans. Angela looked down and saw that she had been shot in the abdomen, the bullet lodged somewhere in the left side of her body, just beneath her ribcage. Being Asgardian meant that the bullet wouldn’t do too much to harm her, not as fast as it would a human, but if she didn’t get it out and get the bleeding stopped, she could die. Quickly she removed the rest of her immediate threats until just she and the Chitauri remained. “The Almighty Angela has been wounded. Let us see if you can still fight.” he growled, going after her with a wicked blade in hand.

Angela let out a roar of anger and rushed him, her sword drawn. Her reflexes were fast, much faster than his, and she blocked a slash meant for her abdomen, the ribbons around her shooting out to wrap around his wrists and rank them apart so his arms were held out wide. A grin spread across her face even as her pallor became paler with the more blood she lost. “That was simple,” the Chitauri stated, momentarily confusing Angela before she looked down at her stomach. The wound had become deeper and was bleeding more.

She looked up at him with a mixture of astonishment and anger. His blade was dripping with her blood. He began to laugh a disgusting sound and with an angry roar, Angela dispatched his head from his body. As soon as she had, she dropped the headless corpse and followed to where Namor was, her hand pressed tightly against the bleeding wound. “What can I do?” she asked with a grunt, sheathing her sword. She looked around at all of the people contained in tanks, being taunted with the sweet relief of water that they needed to survive. It was sickening. Angela knew they needed to hurry because she would not have her strength for much longer.

Over the sound of rushing water and pounding fists he heard her voice. He looked over his shoulder. “Break the glass. Help me get them into the water.” They needed salt water preferably but fresh water would rejuvenate his subjects long enough for them swim down stream to the sea. With another mighty blow the floor broke open and the water started to flood the room.

The king ripped open the tank with the mother and child and cradled them delicately in his arms. The mother was whispering to the infant. “Peace, little one.” Namor said. “All will be well soon.” He lowered them into the river and turned his attention to Angela. He noticed she was holding her side. “You’re wounded?” 

He opened up another tank and helped Pollux submerge as he started on another. He felt his own strength grow as the water level rose. 

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And Namor? What of Atlantis?
New Avengers v3 #10 
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heavenlyguardixn:

oceanusregem:

Her fiery attitude was entertaining, perhaps even endearing. “I would welcome the attempt.” He examined the cliff, unconcerned with any structural weaknesses. He would forge an entrance for himself. “Then I suggest you remain alert.” The Sub-Mariner rushed at the stone and smashed through with a single swing of his fist. The inside was a mesh of technology and scientific contrivances.

Humans in yellow hazmat suits ducked for cover at the unexpected arrival. The king hovered above them with fire in his eyes. “Here me, Bee-Keepers. Forcing my people into captivity for your experiments was insult enough. The fact that you believed it would escape my notice will be your final mistake! IMPERIUS REX!” 

Namor announced his battle cry and slammed into his first foe, breaking his ribs with a powerful punch. He hurled another across the room and lifted the third up by his throat. “Where are the Atlanteans?” The A.I.M operative choked out that they were in the lower levels.

CRACK. Namor snapped his neck and descended into the next room where he was met with gunfire. 

Angela rolled her eyes. If he acted any more full of himself, she may have to follow through with her threat. When he suddenly rushed at the cliffside and struck the rock so hard it was destroyed, she raised both of her brows, impressed. He had a surprising amount of strength for an aquatic creature on land, and she followed behind him, her hand poised on the hilt of her blade. The ribbons that hung from her clothing suddenly sprang to life, floating around her body like whips that had suddenly come alive.

She watched with part amusement and respect as he went straight to work. However much she disagreed with his tactics of killing the humans or fatally injuring them, she wouldn’t stop him in his rampage. He had enough cause though the death of these humans who were no doubt only doing what they were told was a bit senseless in her mind. She followed Namor after the audible death of the man he had held echoed through the room.

Men in black clothing and odd armor began to rush into the room, guns wielded in their hands. They began firing at Namor and Angela without hesitation and her eyes glowed bright as the ribbons around her began lashing out, pulling weapons from hands and slicing across their bodies with enough force to rip open the fabric covering them. She was not going to kill them unless they were stupid enough to get back up. The scent of Chitauri was incredibly strong and across the room, Angela could see her target.

"You find your people. I will take care of these!" The Wingless One shouted, her fist connecting hard with the chest of a man, sending him flying into the wall opposite. The Asgardian made short work of the men with guns, incapacitating them and removing them of their weapons, all the while her eyes locked onto the Chitauri who stood above the chaos with a proud smile.

In his hunt he caught brief glimpses of her fighting prowess. She moved with a deadly grace that he could appreciate. She didn’t need to tell him twice as he cut a bloody path through the agents. Focusing on his anger, unleashing his emotion helped staunch his worry. He’d lost so many already. Every Atlantean was precious. He needed to show them they could still place their faith in him.

In a dimly lit room he saw several tanks spread around. Some of his people were being slowly suffocated, each cage containing a small amount of water that was being funnelled from a naturally occurring stream at the back of the room. Namor pressed his hand to a tank containing a mother and her child. She was keeping the little one submerged, placing more value on her son’s life. 

"Prince Namor," a man coughed from a separate tank. The others perked up, some looking on uncertainly. "Save your strength, Pollux." Namor urged the warrior. "I will free you all." He went to the stream and pounded his fists into the floor, breaking it repeatedly to carve a new direction for the water to flow. There wasn’t enough time to break them out individually as they needed water immediately.

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