[b][u]Somewhere in the South Pacific Ocean[/u][/b]
[b][u]15:36[/u][/b]

 Orin sat cross-legged on top of the water, his trident laying across his lap. The waves broke around him as he sat meditating, staring into the living water that comprised his right hand. He broke his concentration, dipping the hand into the ocean, and noting the differences in the purity of the water. His eyes narrowed as he was reminded of the treachery that had lost him his real hand. His brother's foolishness had come at the most inconvenient time possible, shortly before the white martian menace had come to Earth in an attempt to invade. Had I still sat on the throne of Atlantis, he thought, I could have saved so many more lives. Had Atlantis loaned her aid...

 The morbid train of thought was cut off by a strange noise. As a gifted telepath, Orin knew at once that the sound came from within his mind at the behest of someone else, but he readied his trident anyway, and sunk into the ocean, preparing himself for battle. The strange noise subsided, and was followed by a familiar voice. Orin's tensed muscles relaxed as he heard the businesslike, almost monotone voice of the Martian Manhunter request his presence. His mind went back to a time just after the fall of Kal-El, when the Martian had given those he deemed worthy several rings. He hadn't told them why, and until now Orin had assumed it was a purely aesthetic ceremonial piece of jewelry. The voice, however, seemed to hint at another use for the ring, telling Orin to touch it if he was of a mind to meet J'onn.

 Orin frowned as the message faded from his mind, slightly frustrated at himself for not keeping the ring on him. All of his worldly possessions save the armour and clothing he wore, and the Trident he wielded, he kept hidden beneath the sea, in a deep cave he used as his lair. He was a good distance away from the cave yet, and he would have to cover a lot of water in order to reach the cave in a timely fashion. Slowly, he rose up, calling a massive tidal wave behind him, and summoning a pillar of water out of it on which he would be transported. The rogue wave crashed forward, the waters roaring around him, and he smirked at the effortless demonstration of his power. The wave covered the distance in very little time, and when Orin arrived where he needed to be, he forced the entire wave into a pillar which rose high out of the water, taking him with it. When the pillar reached it's apex, Orin leaped from it's peak, performing a downward pencil-dive, trident extended before him.

 Orin cut into the water like a sword, the momentum of his great dive driving him deep into the sea. Nearing the jagged sea floor, he noted the glowing reef that signaled his cave, and swam inside. Hidden beneath a boulder was the ring J'onn had given him. He grasped it, placing it on the finger of his left hand, and giving it a slight poke with his watery right hand.The water around him shuddered, and an orb of light enveloped him. Unsure of the light's purpose, Orin readied himself, taking a defensive stance with his trident as the surroundings of his little cave started to fade away in a blinding light. Then, as suddenly as the teleportation had begun, it was over. He was standing in a bubble of water in an otherwise dry place, filled with the technology of surface-dwellers. 

 The bubble of water surrounding him shivered for a moment, and then collapsed with a loud splash that drenched the area around him. He looked around and took note of two figures. Both looked familiar. One, Orin recognized as the Martian Manhunter. The other looked familiar, but Orin couldn't quite place a name to the face. The young man looked almost like...but no. He couldn't be.

 "Where am I?" Orin demanded, still holding the Trident of Poseidon before him.