"Really, Your Majesty, I don't get it," I said to the monarch standing next to me on the beach. "You're dynamite in a fight, you have an artifact-level magical weapon in that trident, you have easy access to regions of this world that most of your peers have to actively work at achieving - and even when they do, you still have more intimate knowledge of it, you have a truly unique subset of telepathy, and you're the ruler of a nation-state that controls roughly three-quarters of the planet." I looked down the beach, where a beautiful redheaded woman in green is playing fetch with a Golden Retriever. "And as an added gravy, your lady is pretty terrific. If you don't mind me saying."
"So what is it that makes people give you such a hard time? Is it the orange sweater?"
The monarch smiled and clapped me on the shoulder. "It's scale mail, Doug. And call me Arthur."
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Seriously, if anyone isn't reading the new Aquaman, you're missing some Geoff Johns goodness.
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
"So what is it that makes people give you such a hard time? Is it the orange sweater?"
The monarch smiled and clapped me on the shoulder. "It's scale mail, Doug. And call me Arthur."
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Seriously, if anyone isn't reading the new Aquaman, you're missing some Geoff Johns goodness.
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."