Statement of Mary Addeman, (magnus-ai)
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Statement of Mary Addeman, regarding an mystical whispering river in her home village. Original statement given January 15th 1983, Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.
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Everyone in my village knows me as ‘Crazy Mary’. That is what they’ve called me since I was a child. I think...I hope it’s because of my interest in all things mystical and strange. I’ve been known to ramble on about such and such, and my stories often involve something supernatural, so it’s only natural I guess that people would call me ‘Crazy Mary’ because of it. I am aware that I am often misunderstood and ridiculed for my beliefs… but it’s better than the alternative.
It’s because there is a river near my village that runs through the woods. A river that whispers and sings. All kinds of things are said about this river, and many people call it a sacred, blessed thing. But other people, like me, think it’s something more.
We grew up together, me and Tara, and we were the closest of friends. We went everywhere together, did everything together. She was like a sister to me. But Tara was more sensitive than most. She cared deeply about things that others dismissed or didn’t even notice. It got her into a lot of trouble growing up, but it also made her more aware of the world around her. She saw things that other people couldn’t see, and I always believed she had it right.
She was convinced there was something dark and twisted about it, that river, and she refused to even go near it. It bothered her deeply, but no one else seemed to care. Everyone else saw the river as this beautiful mirror of holiness. They couldn’t understand why Tara was so against it.
But I understood. I knew there was something else hidden in the depths of that river.
I could feel it.
I only wished I heeded to her warnings.
It was a cold morning. Colder and darker than it has any right to be, in late summer. The sky outside was just a black mass of clouds, with the wind throwing leaves around as though we’re already deep into winter. You could be forgiven for not even realising the sun is still up there. But it was, and was getting brighter by the moment.
I found myself walking along a stone path beside the village. Against all reason, I wanted to see the river, to prove everyone wrong. I knew it was a bad idea. Tara had warned me again and again and again to stay away from it. But I couldn’t resist the pull, the mystery, the chance of seeing something beyond belief.
The call of the river was too strong, and I kept walking slowly.
Yes, the call.
It was speaking to me. It whispered with the sound of running water a language I cannot understand. It sounded as if it was beckoning me to come nearer. I don't know why, but something inside me wanted to obey.
The river looked like any other. It was wide and deep, with rocks scattered along its bed. The water flowed quickly, and it was clear and clean, but there was something different about it. It seemed ancient, as though it had been there since the beginning of time. It had an energy that was...unique, to say the least. It felt like there was something hidden deep beneath the waters, something that none of us could ever comprehend.
The closer I got, the stronger the pull felt. My heart was racing and my hands were shaking. I felt this impending doom, as though I was following a path which would lead me straight into the ice laden arms of death. But despite this, I couldn’t resist the river’s call.
'Come in', it said. 'Come in and breathe into the salt and sand. Breathe it back out and fall again.'
Its voice was so powerful that I could feel it resonating inside of my body, shaking me to the core.
It felt wrong.
It felt like home.
The force of the river's pull was so strong that it was as if I had no choice. I felt myself being drawn towards it, my limbs moving on their own as I moved closer and closer to the water's edge. I was terrified and yet, at the same time, an overwhelming sense of euphoria washed over me. I felt drawn in by the river's power, its beauty, and its mystery.
Its hunger.
I was consumed by this feeling, even though I knew I should be fleeing in the other direction. I couldn't stop myself.
The sound of footsteps behind me snapped me out of my hypnotic trance as I turned to see my best friend, Tara, rushing up the path towards me.
Her face was filled with fear and concern as she approached, and I could hear her breathing heavily.
Screaming at me to move out of the way. Now.
She had shoved me, then. And something below the depth covered in slurry and blood and vines entrapped her leg in it's disgusting mass. I-I don't remember well. It-its massive body from below moved like a serpent, and it's breathing like a great beast.
I screamed as Tara was tugged. She tried to struggle free but the force beneath the river was too strong and she was dragged underneath the water.
I watched in horror as Tara disappeared beneath it and was swept away. Her scream echoed around me as she vanished and was consumed by the dark, murky depths.
I was left alone on the riverbank, my best friend and the person I loved most in the world taken away by the monster that lived in that cursed river.
And it was all my fault.
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Statement ends.
[PAPER SHUFFLING]
A fair amount of trauma from the experience, as is to be expected, as well as a fear of bodies of water. Other than that, Miss Addeman does not want an interview, and simply want to move on. The whole thing is... tragic. Especially the manner of Tara's end. The way she describes it, not knowing what exactly happened to her friend... In my line of work, you learn to accept the fact that the unknown... may never be known.
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Hello there! Congrats for the followers! For the bouquet requests, may I have Red Carnation (Deep Romantic Love) and Lilac (First Love) for Rex with f!reader and fluffsies? Where it's Rex's first relationship and maybe reader's pottering about in a balcony garden and snipping some flowers to put in a vase (like snapdragons, cornflowers, calendulas, and carnations) and he just loves reader's little mumblings and mumblings? Maybe a hug from behind from Rex (or for Rex? Don't mind!)?
I'm such a sap and so many of those flowers have a place in my heart, but these two (rose and pansy also but i could only put two in the bouquet haha!) are some of my favourite flowers of all time! I'm desperate fr spring and summer to see my plants come back up and see what self seeders have survived this mild December and very frozen January, so tha tmay show in this ask 😅
Take your time and no obligation <3
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Fairy Tales
Summary: It's a beautiful spring day, and you get to spend the day with the love of your life, Rex.
Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader
Word Count: 1020
Warnings: This is sappy
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: So, full disclosure, I only know how to repot plants because mom made me garden as a punishment as a child (so in my brain gardening is still a punishment) luckily, Home Depot has very handy gardening tips on their website. Also, I hope Rex is in character her. He's surprisingly hard to write. But I hope you enjoy it!
If someone were to ask you what your favorite time of year was, you would immediately answer the spring. You love watching the snow melt and feeling the bitter cold of winter fade into the gentle warmth of the spring.
But your absolute favorite part of spring is watching your flowers bloom.
Being able to wake up each morning and peeking out your window to see if there’s a hint of color on your balcony, it’s everything you love about the spring.
And this year, this year you get to introduce your love of spring to your new boyfriend. You couldn’t be more excited if you tried.
Speaking of said boyfriend-
Strong arms slide around your waist and warm lips press against the back of your head, “You look like you’re having fun, mesh’la.” Rex murmurs against the back of your head, and then he shifts and rests his chin on your shoulder, “What are you doing, anyway?”
You flash him a small grin, “I’m repotting some of my plants. They’ve outgrown their smaller pots. Do you want to help?”
“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.” Rex warns as he tightens his arms around your waist, “I can’t exactly claim that I’m something of an expert on plants.”
A laugh slips from your lips, “Oh, Rex,” You set the pot you’re handling down on the table, and turn in his arms so you’re able to look at him properly, “You don’t have to be an expert, I’m happy to teach you.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “And if you’re not interested in learning, then I’ll be happy with your company.”
Rex’s smile is soft as he watches you, “I don’t mind helping. This is important to you, right? I want to learn so I can help you.”
You stare at him for a moment, and then you press your face against his shoulder, feeling like you’re about to melt into a puddle. How can this man be so soft and sweet? It should be illegal to love someone as much as you love him.
“Mesh’la?”
You pull away and grin up at him, “Sorry, I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”
He averts his gaze shyly for a moment, and you are unable to hide your giggles as you press your face back against his shoulder and inhale the scent that’s pure Rex.
You’ve never loved anyone as much as you love Rex.
All of those stories you read as a child, about True Love and happily ever afters, they always seemed like they were exaggerations. After all, you’ve been in love before, and it never felt like how the stories claimed.
And then you met Rex.
Sweet Rex. Kind Rex. Gentle Rex.
Rex who smiles at you like you are his only source of joy. Rex who touches you like you’re made of the finest gemstones. Rex who managed to make you believe in Fairy Tales again, so long as it’s with him.
Rex, who’s never been in a relationship before you, but knows that you’re his happily ever after.
You release a love-struck sigh and turn your head slightly to look up at him. Rex is watching you, and though you see his cheeks darken at the way you look at him, he just chuckles and presses his hand over your eyes, “You need to stop looking at me like that.”
“And how am I looking at you?” You ask as you duck under his hand.
“Like I hung the stars in the sky just for you.”
You laugh softly, your love struck smile becoming something smaller, but no less loving, “Is that so bad?”
He ducks his head and kisses the tip of your nose, “We’re also not going to get anything done if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Is this your way of saying that I need to focus?” You tease.
“I suppose one of us has to be the mature one,” He teases right back. Rex kisses your nose one last time, and then gently spins you so that you’re facing the table again, “So. Walk me through it.” He says as he slides his arms around your waist again.
“It’s really easy,” You reply, “First, you need to choose a pot. Which…I have already done, so you can skip that step.” He chuckles low in his ear and your face heats, “Shush, I didn’t think you would want to help, so I already bought everything I needed.”
Rex kisses your cheek, “Next time we can go together.”
“It’s a date,” You say brightly, “Anyway! You fill the new pot with soil, and then you remove the plant from the old pot and loosen the roots, and then stick it in the new pot, add more soil, water it and done!” You gesture to the green plant dramatically, “See, easy.”
You glance at Rex and see that he’s watching you with a look of adoration on his face.
“What?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy.
“I love you so much,” He murmurs.
Your face heats, but a delighted smile crosses your face, “I didn’t do anything special.”
“You don’t have to do anything special. You’re you. It’s more than enough.” Rex murmurs, and then he kisses your cheek again, “Is it always like this? Being in love?”
“I hope so,” You reply, “I thought I’ve loved before, but it never felt so…”
“So-?”
“Perfect.” You finish with a small smile, “Natural. Easy.”
He laughs softly, “Well, in that case, I’m glad that I fell for you first. I would hate to have a subpar experience.”
You laugh, “Well, I’m happy to be of service.”
His arms tighten a little more, and then loosen again, “Alright, let me try. I’m sure I can’t mess this up too badly.”
He releases you and moves to stand next to you, and you immediately turn to slide your arms around his waist.
You have no way of knowing what the future holds, but you hope that there’s a lot more of this. Soft and warm and happy, surrounded by flowers and love.
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Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 7
No warning, but a fight scene not brutal though, but maybe should have been😁😁😁
Chapter Thirteen
Mbandi returned to the river banks, calling out. Tmay surfaced some distance away, calling back to her. She was concerned hearing chitter, chatter the water people approaching. Tmay assured her, they will not be getting assistance from his herd, nor many of the other sea mammals. In fact, they have stationed themselves outside Wakanda, to protect them from any attack, by Namor and his army.
Mbandi was happy to hear, and express her herd of rhinos, the gorillas, and that the panthers, will do the same if needed. The last they want is a full-blown war between the two nations, destroying so many innocence. She turned and ran the length of the banks, leading towards where an assembly of Wakandans gathered awaiting the arrival of Namor.
King M'Baku stood before the window anticipating Namor’s grand appearance, demanding that they turn over Attuma. What a dilemma he has impose on their Nation again. Always the threats and demands. He was sick of it, being under constant scrutiny by this blue bandit.
“King M'Baku,” a unfamiliar voice came from behind him, bring his train of thoughts to an abrupt end. “You think there will be a war, but there will not; though a battle will decide the outcome.” M'Baku had turned to look upon and old one.
“And who are you?” He asked.
“Why you have forgotten Nakia reporting to you about what I told her, concerning Okoye?” She slowly approached.
“Ah, you are the one,” he said.
“Yes, I am,” she replied. “But you are pondering over whether your Council and you made the right choice. You did.” He came to her and saw she was blind and had a staff to help her guide her way.
“You say there will be no war but a battle,” said. “How will that play out?”
“There are forces on earth that man has no control over,” she spoke. “They are set in motion as we speak.” M'Baku had no idea of what she was saying.
“My King,” his kimoyo beads lit up, and a voice came through.
“Yes, Captain,” he responded.
“You are not going to believe what is going on here,” he told him.
“What?” M'Baku asked.
“Dolphins, my King,” he said.
“Dolphins? What about them?” He asked.
“Hundreds of them surrounding our ships, and blocking any attack on Taliban if ordered. “He said. M'Baku was speechless he looked over to were the igqwirha once stood but no longer present. “Do you want us to engage hitting them in the process?”
“Are they attacking?” He inquired.
“No, my King,” he answered. “They’re actually putting on a show, jumping in and out of the water. Some are spinning in the air and diving back into the water.”
“No, stand down,” he ordered. “Now where in the hell, did she vanish to?”
“My King,” his kimoyo beads lit up again.
“Don’t tell me you have dolphins too,” he said.
“Huh? No, we were following the Talokanils, near the river tribe’s borders, the flew by us at high speed, before we could react,” one of the divers reported.
“Did they engage with you?” He asked.
“No, my King, they were being chased by hippos, but we weren’t attacked by them. They seemed on going after the Talokanils.” M'Baku recalled what the old one stated. Forces in place. Dolphins and hippos, no not a coincidence.
“Alright, stand down for the moment until further notice,” he commanded them. “I guess the animals have a right to say in the wars of men; since they too will be affected.” He said to himself.
“My King,” once again his kimoyo beads sounded off, his land army reporting.
“Hippos?” He spoke.
“What? No, my King,” he said. “Rhinos, panthers and gorillas, surrounding the water entrances. They aren’t allowing the Talokanils warriors on to land.”
“Seriously?” M'Baku realized how kind nature has been to man, enduring every major decision made.” Stand down, for now.” He left out of the throne room to wait for Namor. He made it just in time.
Namor stepped out of the water, with only a few of his warriors; not wanting to give the appearance of aggression. He saw M'Baku along with the Doras, and his guard’s presence. He searched around, trying to see if Attuma was nearby, but grew angry when his absence was apparent.
“You know why I am here, King M'Baku,” he broke the ice.
“Yes, I do, Namor,” he replied. “But it seems we have a problem.” Namor’s eyes became dark.
“And what would that be?” He asked, curious.
“Attuma doesn’t want to be a part of you any longer,” he told him.
“It isn’t up to him whether he stays or go; he broke a law and is require to answer the charges, and judged.” Namor told him.
“What law was broken?” A voice from beyond the crowd, spoke. Namor’s eyes were like two lines on his face, recognizing the voice. Attuma, stepped out of the group to face off with Namor. “Because if you are talking about the escape, I shouldn’t have been imprisoned in the first place. You were being your controlling self, as always.”
“Are you willing to start a war for this woman?” Namor asked. “Because if you do not come with me; it will be.” Namor revealing his true intentions.
“No, Namor,” Shuri stepped forward. “It will be just you and I, for you breaking a promise you gave to me when I spared your worthless life. This time I won’t.”
“No, Princess, you will not defeat me without your tricks,” he told her.
“No? Would you like to find out?” She taunted him. Namor grew angrier. At that time, Okoye was being wheeled up.
“M’omee Zasanda, this is far enough,” she said.
“Who?” The lab assistant said. Okoye looked around at the man behind her.
“Sorry, I thought someone else was pushing me.” She explained.
“Oh, you mean the new lab assistant? “ He asked her.
“Oh ok,” she breathes a little feeling she was hallucinating.
“Yeah, she backed away from pushing you and gestured for me.” He spoke. “Strange though, one minute she was there, and then not. In fact, now that I think about; I don’t remember seeing her before.” Okoye smiled, of course, M’omee Zasanda, ‘What are you up to?’ she thought to herself, then turned her attention to in front of her. Shuri, Attuma, and M'Baku, talking with Namor. She slowly pushed herself closer.
“You want to fight now?” He asked, his eyes falling on Okoye.
“No, Namor,” she said, calming down. “I want peace between our kingdoms, the reason you were spared. There was nothing else, to why I did so.” She elaborated on why she didn’t kill him. This enforced his angry.
“Stand back Black Panther,” Attuma said placidly, resting his hand on her shoulder. “This is between my father and me. No other need to get involved, the alliance must stand strong for both of our nations.”
“So, you will come with me peacefully?” Namor asked him. “Because that is the only way.”
“No father,” he said, Namor was taken aback, hearing him call him by that title, and his n that manner. “There is another.” Namor glared at him, knowing what he spoke of, but surprised, Attuma knew.
“You would dare,” Namor yelled. Shuri went into a crouching positioned, not knowing what to expect”
“I do,” he answered.
“Well, I have a better idea,” he said, and without warning, Namor raised his spear, flipped it like the day he stood before the palace window, and threw the spear. Attuma stepped away as it flew pass him. Shuri had already somersaulted out the way. A woman’s voice alerted them, neither of them were the attended target.
“Okoye!” Aneka screamed as the blade inched closer towards her. The shock of it paralyzed, and she was unable to move in time to prevent its thrust into her.
“No,” Attuma’s heart wrenching cry was stunning, as a sinister smile etched across Namor’s face. Satisfied once again, he will get what he came there to do; the blade hitting its mark.
Chapter Fourteen
M'Baku, stared down at the spear, protruding from his breastplate. Everyone frozen in time, watching and waiting, in disbelief. Attuma was on his hand and knees, facing downward unable to look up; helpless, thinking he had lost her. Shuri laid, were she had landed, looking at M'Baku. No one moved for what seemed like an eternity. Okoye had covered her face, not wanting to witness her own death.
“To the King, Ayo yelled. The Doras and King’s guards, ran to his side; shielding him from any further attack. By this time, Namor was surrounded by other King’s guards slowly advancing on him, and his remnant of warriors.
Attuma, hearing the commotion, slowly raised his head, and stared into her beautiful eyes, with a smile only for him. He rose to his feet overjoyed, as they gazed into each others eyes for what seemed like forever, both grateful the outcome didn’t play out as Namor had desired. Then realizing what had transpired, a grimace replaced the softness from Attuma face. Okoye saw this, the smile gone from her face, stared him in the eyes and mouth these words: “Get him.”
“Stand down,” Attuma hollered, his translator activated. When M’Baku, noticed the expression on Namor’s face as he looked at Okoye, he knew he was preparing to do something diabolical. And as he raised his spear, M'Baku instinctively placed himself between Namor and Okoye, preventing her pending death; and took the edge of the blade into his breast plate.
“You tried to kill my wife? But injured my King?” That last sentence, threw Namor into a fit of rage.
“Fine, if you want to invoke the ‘Desafiar’, then so be it.” Namor shrieked. Before he could utter another word, Attuma had flew into him with speed matching his own. They made a huge splash into the water. Shuri ran to check on M'Baku.
“Attuma,” Okoye called out, then looked at M'Baku, as Shuri administered to him.
“Did it work?” Shuri asked.
“Yes, very well,” M'Baku told her, as he pulled the spear from his chest armor. “The point hit the plate and stalled there. Now help me to my feet.” Two of the King’s guards, assisted him.
Attuma and Namor fought to the river bottom, trading blows. Namor was quite surprise to see how strong Attuma exhibit. But he was determined he will teach him a lesson he would never forget. Then he will kill Okoye.
Okoye sat in the wheelchair, watching the water to see if at sometime they would resurface. M'Baku came to her and rested his hand on her shoulder; comforting her. Shuri was running along the banks to see if she could detect any turbulence under water. But none was detected.
“I think Attuma has this, he wouldn’t have did it if he didn’t think he had a chance,” M'Baku trying to assure her.
“I know, but it still won’t stop me from worrying,” she told him.
“I know,” M'Baku said. Shuri came back to join them.
“I can not see anything,” she informed them.
Attuma and Namor fought so hard, hitting one another; they were actually far away from the river border and now close to the ocean. The whales and other sea creatures were watching the two pummeled each other. Tmay stayed a distance away, concerned for Attuma. He had always looked at Namor as being the strongest of the Talokanils, as their forever ruler.
“You tried to kill my wife,” Attuma had a grip on Namor. “Are you so full of hate for me, you would take her life away, and her from me?”
“Because of her, I have lost my two children; whom I have loved more than life,” he confessed. “Losing her, would give you a taste of what I am feeling. When I am done with you, I will deal with her.” That made Attuma tighten his hands around Namor’s neck more.
Namor felt himself blacking out, and gave Attuma a powerful punch in the chest, sending him backwards. Namor made an attempt to regain his composure. He looked up with Attuma on him, before he could finish recovering from his chokehold. A powerful fist sent Namor several feet into the air, only to fall splashing into the water, again.
“Did you see that?” Okoye jumped up out of the wheelchair, pointing to a distant spot. “I thought one came out of the water, and went back in.”
“That’s a little far away,” M'Baku said, squinting his eyes; as if that would help him see better. “Captain Tozange, is any of your divers still in the water?”
“No, my King, they resurface after the Talokanils fled,” he informed him.
“We have a situation going on here,” he started off. “I need eyes in the water, but they must keep their distance.”
“Yes, I understand,” the captain said. “What are we looking for?”
“A fight, Namor and his general,” he informed him. “I will send you the coordinates of their last known sighting.” He shut his beads down after sending it.
“How long will it take, before one of them are dead?” Okoye cried out; she hadn’t sat back in the wheelchair. At that time; their was a commotion. People were running, and screaming, as a rumbling noise shook the area. Okoye knew then, Mbandi had found her and come, she licked the side of Okoye’s face. Okoye cradled her head and pressed her head to Mbandi's. Before anyone knew, she had mounted the beast, and riding her away from the crowd.
“Okoye,” M'Baku yelled after her. “Get me a jet here now. That woman is exasperating.” Shuri was chasing after her already. Mbandi had been alerted by Tmay of the battle in the water, and their location. She had come in search for Okoye, when she picked up on her scent. She was taking Okoye where Attuma and Namor were.
“You think your strength is greater than mine?” Namor’s voice sent out a tremor, it was so loud, tossing Attuma back. “I am a mutant, far different from any of you.”
“That’s the problem, father,” he swam towards him. “You don’t see any of us as your equal. We’re all Talokanils, sharing the same heritage, the same ancestry. Mutant or not.” Namor glared at him, pondering his speech.
“How can you be my equal, ancestry or not, and mutant or not,” Namor’s voice had a condescending tone. “When without me, your K’uk’ulkan, your Feather Serpent God; as all of you reference me. You all would have perished, long ago.” Attuma floated in place, glaring at him; and thinking about what Namor had just revealed. His true thoughts of being their ruler.
“You do not deserve to rule the Talokanils,” Attuma hollered, and lounged at Namor, full body; sending them yards towards the banks of the river.
Okoye was just arriving, Shuri not far behind; M'Baku in his jet hover over them. At that moment, Namor flew out the water, landing near a dismounted Okoye. She froze, seeing the hatred emitting from his cold eyes. She looked pass him and into the water; searching for her husband, and love of her life.
“I’m sorry, Okoye,” M'Baku had come down from the jet, and was at Okoye’s side.
“For what?” She asked. M'Baku turned his head to look at her, seeing she was in denial.
“Attuma,” He answered. By that time; the Midnight Angels had arrived, and Divers were emerging from the water. “Get her out of here,” he yelled. Namor made a step towards her, then slumped to his knees; then laid out flat on his face.
Okoye had kept her eyes on the water beyond him. A head popped out of the water, then his top part; afterwards, full body as he walked ashore. Okoye ran to Attuma, jumping into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him. He embraced her, holding her close to his body, exultant.
“I had no doubt,” she told him. He captured her lips, kissing her deeply. Everyone stood watching them display their love. Attuma broke the kiss, and started towards M'Baku.
“He will be no more trouble,” Attuma told him. “If he even looks towards Wakanda in any aggression, he will lose his ruler ship to me.” M'Baku smiled, then glance towards Namor, who had turned on his back. Shuri was standing over him.
“It seems like de ja vu,” she smiled. “The same scenario, but a different defeat, by another. But the same damn outcome; you yielding and coming to terms. But you won’t learn, not last time, nor this time. Attuma will make a better King than you.” She turned and walked away, leaving him food for thought.
“I want to take my wife home,” Attuma looked at Shuri, who had come to them.
“I think that can be arranged,” she assured him. He looked at Okoye, and begin the kiss they hadn’t finish. Shuri backed away, allowing them their privacy, for as much as they could have.
Namor and M'Baku, renegotiated the terms of the alliance; according to stipulations Attuma had added. He had allowed Namor to continued ruling Talokan, as not to cause the citizens unnecessary readjustments. But, that will all change if he violates the alliance agreements.
Namor wasn’t happy with the turn of events. He had to abide by them, or either way he would lose his people. He had ruled under keeping Talokan safe, starting a war with Wakandan will only prove his deception. Wakanda has never shown any aggressiveness towards Talokan, so why would Talokan do so to them? He took his army and went home, defeated again. Only this time, there will be no Namora to question his decision.
Links:
Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 1
Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 2
Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 3
Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 4
Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 5
Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 6
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