5th April
20:38 GMT -1
Miss Shimmer taps the sales counter roughly with her right knuckles, next to the pile of scrolls she's attempting to purchase. "And you're sure these are going to be safe travelling underwater?"
Our gill-necked escort lounges against the wall near to the exit while Miss Shimmer discusses matters with the shop owner. The other two were the fish-tailed type and couldn't enter this part of the shop. I hadn't really thought about it before, but I suppose it makes sense that Dolphinfolk would much rather live in air-filled rooms where possible. I know that Miss Shimmer is certainly appreciating getting her helmet off. The exit/entrance is a pool of water in the centre of the room, where a magic seal around the rim prevents water from escaping upwards.
The shopkeeper glances as me, and I respond with a small shrug of my shoulders. Not sure that Atlanteans share that bit of body language. Realising that I'm not going to help, she returns her attention to Miss Shimmer. "Of course, Miss. We live under water! I would not be able to sell anything if it could not survive the conditions."
Miss Shimmer narrows her eyes. "Then how about out of water."
The shopkeepers looks around the room. "Ah..?"
"I'm not going to be able to keep putting preservative spells on them. I need to know they're going to be fine long term as they are."
She sort of doesn't. I'm going to be scanning them-.
Ploong.
Ah. Apparently I've already scanned them. Miss Shimmer's seen our computer systems, but from what I remember of My Little Pony Ponies didn't have anything more advanced than silent film reels. I don't think that she fully appreciates exactly what it means for data storage and utilisation. Something we can study… Or maybe I should ask Doctor Robbins to do that. Human computer systems are really more her area of expertise and between Lynne, Miss Amane and the Blacks I'm getting as much on my plate as I can handle.
"The scrolls are made from a biomantically enhanced form of albino sharkskin. Unless you're dealing with extremes of temperature, they should outlast you, even if you don't take special effort to preserve them."
"Hmm."
I had been planning to offer gold in payment, but I was swiftly told that only local currency was acceptable. I don't think that the local bureau de change ripped me off… It's a bit silly, really. The possibility bothers me even though I have effectively infinite money. Is that a New God thing, or am I just..? No, I'm in a situation where I lack the knowledge to be sure of anything and that's bothersome regardless of my core identity.
"Okay, I think that's everything." Miss Shimmer looks back at me, eyebrows raised. I nod and step forwards.
Venturia's currency takes the form of smooth stone discs inlaid with crystals which indicate the value. Fiat currency, and if it weren't for the weak enchantments on each coin I could ring fabricate as many as I needed. I don't really know how gold is valued down here, but the purchases we're making aren't particularly expensive. I hand over the required coinage and the shopkeeper, who briefly flicks her eyes in the direction of our escort as she waves each coin under a small… Looks a bit like a lamp, but there's no bulb and the inside has a runic inscription. Registering the transfer? She hasn't scanned me, so it can't be comparing the coin's aura to my own. Some sort of central register? Interesting as an anti-theft technique, though I imagine that it would drive the American libertarian movement mad with paranoia. Also, it appears to be completely routine. She isn't even really watching what she's doing as each coin appears to pass the test and is deposited in a cash box. Looks like they don't have a real cash register equivalent, and I can't say that surprises me.
"Will there be anything else, Miss? Sir?"
Miss Shimmer shakes her head. "No. I wanna get back to the mountain and try reading through these as soon as I can." She turns to me. "Can we just.. open a portal to go back?"
I nod. "Now I have an exact location, certainly." I smile at the shopkeeper. "Thank you for your help. Hopefully we'll be back once Miss Shimmer has finished with these."
Lynne looks up from the Atlantean desk top she'd been fiddling with. I think it might be.. alive. "Do we have to go home right away? It's an underwater city. Don't you want to see some more?"
"Not really." Miss Shimmer shakes her head. "You just don't know how crippled I feel, not being able to use an ability I was born with." Lynne's eyes dip slightly. "The sooner I start learning this 'Human magic' thing, the sooner I'll start feeling Equine again."
I raise my right hand slightly. "I can send you back immediately if you like, but I'll be hanging around for a little while. Which means that you'd have to use the G-Gnomes for translation."
Miss Shimmer makes a face as she transfers her scrolls to her satchel. "Fine. Where next?"
Our escort straightens up. "The palace."
I turn the corners of my mouth down for a moment. "I was thinking a museum or something. You have those, right?"
"Yes. But my orders are to take you to the palace once you've finished shopping." He looks a little nervous, and a moment later I realise that I've squared up to him. Gotta watch that. "Her Majesty de-. Um, has expressed a desire to speak with you."
"Alright then. Helmets back on, girls." Lynne pops hers back on easily, and I pull Miss Shimmer's hair back for her, earning me a quick flash of smile from her. "Do you know whereabouts Queen Clea wants us?"
"She is holding open court today. We will find her in-" Sinestro? "-main throne room. The swim should not take us…"
The room appears to be protected from ring scans, Corpsman, but the flow of traffic makes it somewhat obvious where it lies.
"…foreign visitors, so if you'll…"
Don't want to open a tube without knowing that there's air on the other side. Ah heck, Sinestro, tube to just outside the protected area. Open it just under the surface of the water there.
As you wish, Corpsman.
"…provide you with an escort." The guard looks at me expectantly.
"If you can keep up. Follow me, girls." I jump into the plunge pool and almost immediately the pull of gravity shifts ninety degrees to my right. We're in… Yes, the palace. Definitely a built structure, rather than force grown coral like the one in Poseidonis. I land on the stone floor just as Lyne comes through the tube behind me. She looses her orientation and flails about in the water for a moment before I catch her. Miss Shimmer comes through more cautiously, swimming a sort of doggy paddle as she adjusts to her environment.
And then I close the portal.
Lynne gives me a stern a look as she can from her current position. "Grayven, are you doing that thing where you annoy people for fun again?"
"Yes. Yes, I am." I nod at the petitioners who are staring at us, then connect beams of yellow light to Lynne and Miss Shimmer and form a yellow water snake construct around us to pull us through the water.
"Why?"
"Because it's fun."
We accelerate, zipping around the suddenly alarmed guards, through the opening leading to the throne room and sharply upwards into an air filled room. The girls I deposit on solid ground on either side, while I remain in the air. All eyes turn to me and all the guards either raise their weapons or prepare spells, their tattoos glowing.
"Hah hah!" On the throne at the end of the chamber Queen Clea -who really is a little too old to pull off that costume- leans forwards and claps sarcastically. "Grayven, welcome to my city. We're laying a feast on in your honour."
She is? "What did I do to deserve that?"
"You slew Ocean Master." She rises to her feet, leaning only slightly on her spear. "Such a deed made you a hero to all Atlanteans. And I'm told that you slew that reprehensible Chaos Lord Klarion as well." She looks around the room and her warriors return to a mildly more relaxed posture. "I would be very interested in getting to know you better. Unless you would like to splash around some more first?"