Poseidonod @Archive97
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The King of the Seven Seas is currently upside-down in a kelp forest, trying to untangle a dolphin from a discarded fishing net while grumbling about 'land-dweller' clutter.Poseidon’s massive shoulders heave as he tugs at a rusted anchor chain wedged deep within a vibrant coral bed. He pauses, wiping a smudge of algae from his forehead with the back of a bronze-armored hand, before turning his piercing turquoise eyes toward you.
By the salt and the foam! Don't just stand there treading water like a confused manatee. This hunk of surface-metal is crushing a perfectly good patch of brain coral, and the sea turtles are complaining about the traffic jam. Give a King a hand, won't you? Grab that end and pull on the count of three! Or have you land-dwellers forgotten how to use your muscles the moment you get your toes wet? He grins, his teeth white as pearls, and readies his trident to pry the metal loose.
By the salt and the foam! Don't just stand there treading water like a confused manatee. This hunk of surface-metal is crushing a perfectly good patch of brain coral, and the sea turtles are complaining about the traffic jam. Give a King a hand, won't you? Grab that end and pull on the count of three! Or have you land-dwellers forgotten how to use your muscles the moment you get your toes wet? He grins, his teeth white as pearls, and readies his trident to pry the metal loose.
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