Fish Out of Water (Open)

"Pyrrha," Agent Stanely Lovecraft began his usual sanity talk with his recorder. "I just left the worlds greatest pie shop in the Downtown district...Jump Town or whatever. You should definitely come by some time. Delicious!" He stopped for a second from his walk down the sidewalk. He had arrived in the city not to long ago, by a rented car. He didn't like long rides and would have usual headed straight for a cheap motel bed to stay in but he had just arrived here at six-in-the-afternoon, and had heard about this pie shop. Now, pie shops were his weakness, but he never could get stuffed from the them and they always provided good tastes. 
He felt the rain come in and he quickly took out an umbrella. It's strange, rain, that small droplets of water falling from the sky. It always made him feel comfortable and also strong. Felt like that every time he stood next to any amount of water. Even a bucket.
"I should meet with the Titans tomorrow. Hopefully they recieved that message from the Anti Magic Organization so I don't have to sleep in a motel bed for the remainder of my stay. Heard this city was suppose to be full of heroes and villains struggling eternally with the morals and dismorals of this city. I don't believe it's that bad." As he said this to his recorder, he watched as officers surrounded a store. He stood by and watched the whole ordeal, his judgement about the city going completely the other way. Just like the girl running away from the cops. He wasn't going to interfere, sense he didn't see any magical being in danger or out of control. He began to walk but the amulet of Thal began to glow through his white chest, between his black business coat. He let out a long sigh, level 1 creature was near. He hoped it wasn't the girl, he didn't want to interfere with authorities. He turned around and ran after them, his black business shoes and pants being ruined by the water.

When he arrived at the scene, he had just seen her abilities. He stood, frozen, knowing how much the creatures of the oceans frighten him. Ever sense his first experience with one, when he was a child, that monster standing at the foot of his bed. He didn't take his pistol out, not believing this woman was out of control. She looked pretty controlled when she beat the living crap out of the officers. He walked slowly, waiting for her to finish the officers before speaking. When she did, he took out his AMO badge inside his wallet and began his speal.

"Officers, lay down your arms, there is no way you can fight this one. Miss, I'm not here to hurt you I just want to talk. I'm Agent Stanley Lovecraft of the Anti Magical Organization. I'm here to make sure that you don't hurt anyone and..well I don't think they hurt you at all..." He said looking down at one officer who was knocked out cold, then looking back at her. His amulet was glowing its level 1 threat color through his chest. His hands were up, proving that he wasn't here to do harm, but the wind was strong and had revealed his pistol strapped to the side of his chest.

"Now it's a government's incident. So you step down or I'll make sure that you get a desk job somewhere in Alaska." He said sternly, knowing the situation was a lot more delicate than the officers assumed. He stepped closer to the girl, still holding his hands up with the badge in his left hand. He hoped the police officer would just shut up and let him do his job. He wasn't like the other agents in the agency, he actually tried to find a peaceful solution rather than simply offing the magical creature. He saved that resolution in case the creature was dangerous to others and could not control their power. He stepped closer, a couple feet away from her.

"Your not human, I definitely know that, but your also not suppose to break their laws. It might seem their much weaker than you are but their capable of a lot of things that could potentially harm a lot of people. I'm not like one of them, I'm trying to help you. I'm not gonna turn you into the police or some government bullshit agency. I'm just gonna help you adapt and survive in this world...without harming anyone." He said, giving his pacifist speech. "Your an ocean swimmer, right? Magical creatures of the ocean. I've met plenty of them, Atlanteans and...Deep Ones...and I have a feeling that your the same as them. Let me help you like I helped them." He held his right hand out when he was close enough to her, offering some form of peace. He knew all to well about the magical creatures of the ocean and would prefer to settle things peacefully.

Stanely was a bit angered by the officer's refusal to stand back and let him do his job but to insult him and his badge made him furious. When the woman escaped from the officers and from a chance of a peaceful solution, he turned toward the officer who had told him his badge was a fake and insulted one of the many creatures he swore to protect from human ignorance, and grabbed him by his collar. He held his badge up and began to slam it into the officer's forehead, the metal began to dent from the impact, the sound echoing louder than the gun shots. The officer fell down on his back, staring up at an scrunched, angry, face. 

"You sicken me. You and whoever carries a damn badge and thinks he is the head sheriff to this little city of theirs and look down on its citizens...no...who abuse people just because their different. I joined AMO to stop people like you from hurting people like them *pointing toward the woman*. People like you make the law look like a toy to be used, abused, and as pleasure toward their ego. I'll make sure that you and only you get transferred to the coldest parts of the world, never to see the light again." Even though the water was rushing, he was holding his blood stained badge and speaking with such passion in his voice that the he could be heard above the water. (assuming that the water is shooting up from the steel pipes and flooding the alley way) Stanely turned around and holstered his badge, walking toward one of the pipes that breached the surface and was now rushing water toward the top of the alleyway. He entered the water, swimming quickly through it, and launched himself toward the girl, missing her by an inch, and landing behind her. He turned around, the rain pouring harder as he stood ten paces away, like an old cowboy movie. Except he didn't draw his gun, he only used it as a last resort.

"As you can see, I'm not like the cops. I don't look at any of your kind like freaks, but like people. I just want to talk, while their taking their sewage bath." He said, holding his hand out to her in a gesture of peace. He was determined to help her, some would say a bit too determined, but he didn't see it as an odd determination or dedication. Just the human nature that every living, intelligent, thing has to their fellow beings, magical or not. "Do you speak the language of the humans? Cause I'm a bit rusty in Atlantean...that is if you are Atlantean." He said, still suspicious with whether or not she was. She could be a Deep One, an Old One from Cthulu's realm.

"You're right. Somewhat that is." Stan said, looking down at the officers to see if they were alright. He had an obligation and an oath that no mortal or supernatural being would be harmed unless it is an absolute must. When no other option was present. He felt glad that she could speak some English, this saved him from an embarrassing attempt at Atlantean dialect. One which had given him an insulted glare from an ambassador from the City of the Sea.

"I couldn't agree with you more, you pretty much kicked their asses. But I'm here to make sure both of you are safe. Mortal and Supernatural being. So when you did what you did it seemed...inappropriate for an Atlantean. I always find them fighting foes much tougher and being quite noble, but to seemingly rob a store and attack the weak, even though they have a ridiculous mind set on beings of the supernatural, but it seems your actions are also ridiculous, not that of an Atlantean." He might be pushing his luck with this one. He knew the Atlanteans and had his run in with a few (three to be exact) but most of the time he was looked down upon or just shunned from helping them in anyway. Isolate creatures, even the encyclopedia couldn't get information on Atlanteans, just the Greek myth part and Aquaman but that was it.

"Tell me, why is an Atlantean, a noble creature of the sea and of great mind, robbing a store and beating up the weak?" He asked again, this time sterner as the storm began to darken and lightening lit the roof tops, crackling just in time after the question was finished.

"That...is the single most pointless question I have ever heard on the lips of an Atlantean..." He said bluntly, feeling like he was going around in circles with this creature. He wanted an explanation, something that will help him understand and know what exactly to do in this situation. But it seemed like the answer he was given was a full circle "Why not?". 

"I figured that an Atlantean such as yourself has bountiful treasures hidden away in the deep and no need for the materials of man. To see one, as yourself, jump out of a window and sprint like a common criminal puts you on the level of a mortal. Weakened and blind by mortal ambitions." He said, half insulting her. He was trying to find a better answer to his question, something that made sense to him and that could help him. The rain against his skin made him feel alive and full of energy. Enough so that he could take on a powerful foe, but right now he wanted to help this one. Even though it sounded like he was insulting her, he was simply trying to get an appropriate reaction, to scrap some of that rough surface she kept on her mind. He wasn't going to allow her the pleasures of a superiority over him, he knew that they looked down at such things. 

He moved in closer, confidence built up, and he stopped, close to her but not close enough to burst each others personal bubbles. He folded his hands, as if expecting an answer, as he looked at her eyes, his own shifting from brown to blue and back again, his amulet pulsing different colors as it filtered the magic he was giving off. The magic of the Old Gods that was hidden away from him and kept under wraps but unknown to him of how this magic came to be or even its presence. "I ask again and give me an answer fitting for an Antlantean. Why did you do this?" He said, booming with confidence.

Now she's completely bullshitting, is what Stanley thought, the rain now soaking close to the inside of his clothing, soaking the mini encyclopedia inside his coat's pocket and his pistol. He didn't worry about either, the pistol being made to fight against any creature of the night, the sky, even the ocean. Of course he only used it when there really was no option. He thought about using it, but when she mentioned about Royalty of the Atlantians, he only had one option. Loud thunder rang out through the sky, but there was no flash, and the smell of gunpowder filled the rooftop. Stan was holding his pistol toward the sky with one hand, smoke escaping from the barrel. That would get her attention, even the police officer's attention.

"'In the case of royalty of any race, be they Vampire, Werewolf, even Atlantian, and they have committed a human crime. They must be escorted back to their original home by a local Agent or Agents.' Unfortunately, the two crimes I saw were property damage and assault on a cop...multiple cops." He said, walking towards her while keeping his pistol out, the barrel about the size of his forearm with the three different languages etched on all sides. On the top was Latin, a spell that prevent Werewolves and Vampires from touching his pistol, lest they be harmed with the fires from on High. The one etched on the right of the barrel were Ruins, preventing level 4 creatures from touching his pistol lest they were harmed with electricity. The last was etched in the forbidden language, the language in the deepest places of the ocean where creatures even the Atlantians would fear. The ones that Stan had experience that had left plenty of scars on his body and on his mind. He didn't know what it said, sense the language was found in his Grandfather Howard's books. And the Necronomicon.

He didn't point the gun at her, he didn't want to further problem the conflict. "I must escort you to the ocean. There we'll part ways and never see each other. Is that clear?" He asked in a harsh tone, his pistol still pointing in the air. He didn't want to harm her, finding that if he harmed her it would conflict with his morals, and might earn him trouble with the Atlantean royalty. Even though he doubted it completely.

"Yes that is true," Stan agreed with the part where she could go home whenever she wanted "But you assaulted a police officer, all human I might add, and did property damage. The gun is just here to make sure that neither you...or them...try to hurt you...or them. Plus, the guns pointed upwards." He said, shaking the pistol some to show he was in fact pointing it up. He witnessed her power, amazed that Atlanteans were so different then humans yet look exactly the same. He didn't show that he was amazed, just gave a quick look at the weapon and then back at her, noticing her smirk. He smiled back and said. "It's not the size that matters. It's how you use it." He held his gun toward her weapon, tapping it once with his barrel, surprised that it didn't go through the liquid.

"Let's just call this a truce. I'm here to help you, not hurt you, and I certainly don't want to end up in a hospital on my first day here. Just want everything to go. So, truce?" He asked, putting the gun away and holding his hand out, his black suit now drenched. He was grinning while his hand was out, his hair as drenched as his suit.