[center]Kailani[/center]

She chuckled, raising a brow as those on the ship scattered about, doing what they do. She smiled at the apparent leader spoke, telling her and the rest of her crew of her action plan. She could feel her heart tightening. The feelings she had now, she could not express to them. Fear mixed with hope and a little hatred. For them? No, she didn't think so. Why would she hate them? She had no reason to. Still, Atlantians had a long history of being enslaved and put into strange tanks by these people and they could only afford a part of their crew? She sighed, realizing her smile had turned into a bit of a frown. She shouldn't think that way. She was lucky to be receiving what they were willing to give.

[color=khaki]"Thank you very much. [i]Solaen.[/i]"[/color] She spoke, standing to bow to them, her hair creating a curtain over her face. She straightened up a slowly, a soft smile plastered on her face. [color=khaki]"If we do this and it goes well, Maruki may very well be able to speed you along to your destination. We will not let debts go unpaid."[/color] she added, sending a smirk to the leader. [color=khaki]"Just signal to us when you're all ready. I'm going to head back into the water."[/color] And with that, she dove back into the water and her clothes dissolved. She closed her eyes and smiled as the salt water washed over her face, one of the best feelings in the world after being on a land for a spell. 

[center]Marcus[/center]

[color=gray]"GOD DAMMIT!"[/color] He bellowed and not long after a silver tray flew past the butler's stoic face. 

"Sire, has something happened?" He asked in a monotone voice.

[color=gray]"Shut up, Gregory."[/color] He barked, waving his hand. As he did so, the butler vanished in a puff of black smoke, back to non-existence. Marcus stood where he was for a few minutes, his hand still poised from dispelling his butler. He fumed, breathing deep breaths to calm himself down. 

[color=gray]"Those GOD DAMN smug brats!"[/color] He breathed, his brows furrowed angrily.


[color=gold]"If you keep doing that, love, your face will freeze that way."[/color] a short haired blonde woman entered, the silver armor she worn covered in blood. 

Marcus spun on his heels to look at his wife. [color=gray]"Lauren..."[/color] He spoke simply, his rage almost simply dispelled. Her brow raised and a small chuckle escaped her lips. She walked over to his desk and picked up the bottle of scotch.

[color=gold]"Pray tell, what happened, dear?"[/color] She asked, a smug look on her face. [color=gold]"Don't tell me, your little plan didn't work? I guess I don't need to tell you s-"[/color] Her voice cut silent as his hand shot out to point at her. She could barely see the black haze around her neck. Her expression turned from one of surprise to a gaze of utter hatred. 

[color=gray]"I advise you to hold your tongue woman."[/color] He barked, his eyes turning odd shades of crimson like the drying blood on her armor. Her eyes narrowed at him, but she knew better than to talk back when he was using this ancient black magic. He was doing his best to not let it touch her, lest it kill her instantly. [color=gray]"Good. Both you and I know, patronizing me won't do you any good, Lauren. It's bad enough I my father decided I needed a magicless wife but he gave me a head strong one as well."[/color]

Lauren grinned, and made a small mocking bow to her husband. [color=gold]"And I am at your service, Marcus."[/color] She told him. 

[color=gray]"I don't need to remind you of your situation, do I?"[/color]

[color=gold]"Certainly not. I am completely aware of the things you and your father have done to me. I am fully aware of the terrors I see at night and the face of those I've killed. I am aware that I am no longer Lauren Elizabeth Alexander but simply Lauren Cross. I am well aware of what you have taken from me. I need no reminders."[/color]

[color=gray]"Good. Now, get that merman you captured for me a while back. I have plans for him."[/color]

[color=gold]"Yes, love."[/color] Her words came out in a mocking tone. Every dear, every love was charged with electricity, the hatred she felt for the man she was forced to serve and the hatred for herself at the true love she felt for him. She couldn't explain it. She probably never would...