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Characters: Triton, Poseidon, Chelsea Straka
Date/Time: Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012
Location: Poseidon's place
Rating: Probably no worse than PG
Warnings: Language, maybe?
Summary: It's Triton's 21st birthday, but his gifts are going to Poseidon.

Triton got up early on that frigid Tuesday. Of course, his mother--and even his father, back home on leave just after the holidays--were going to have something for him. He was twenty-one today. He didn't plan on staying home, though, even if he had just returned from his trip to Michigan. He kept the clue tucked safely into his pocket. He was going to present it to his father--his true father, Poseidon.

"Heading out so soon?" his mother asked, a note of dismay in her voice, after she had given her son a fine breakfast and his gifts--practical items, for the most part.

"Afraid so, Mother," Triton said, lightly kissing her cheek goodbye, "I have some things I need to take care of.

His first stop was not the Straka residence. No, he had been chastised for not bringing anything to drink with him when he had met his father for the first time. Now that he was freshly old enough to purchase alcohol, he went in search of the finest bourbon whiskey he could find. He eventually found something to his satisfaction, and hoped it would please his father. Of course, Chelsea would likely be in a snit if he didn't bring something for her too, so he picked up some of her favorite rootbeer as well, and leather-bound Russian-English dictionary. Then, with clue and gifts in hand, he proceeded to his father's place.

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Chelsea slapped the book closed and snubbed her nose in the air while she traipsed over toward the bar. She hated that Triton still had something over her that she didn't. When he was there, she fought for Poseidon's attention. Even if her father had burned her.

She took a seat on the stool causing Poseidon to give a curious brow. "Threatened baby girl, or curious?" Maybe it was time to invite her into these workings as it seemed Triton and the rest were involved in this world order even he had no control of. Not entirely. Not yet.

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Triton poured her a glass of the root beer, and offered it to Chelsea.
"I don't know that you're ready for this yet," he said, indicating the liquor, "Perhaps in six years."

The sea prince then reached into his pocket, fingering the parchment there.
"Also, Father... There is one other reason I'm here. I just returned from Michigan, and I found a clue on Mackinac Island. ...I believe it tells where the Trident is."

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His brow perked even higher, pleased with the direction that statement was going. Chelsea too moved in, her interest peaked at this new revelation.

Poseidon hadn't seen that trident in years. It was more than just a symbol, it was a tool, it was power. It meant he was one step closer to obtaining control of this world. His lips nearly salivated over it. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, eyes on Triton. The kid was proving himself by the day. "You're quite the wolf hound aren't you? You're proving yourself very useful." There was a grin and a pinch of light in his eyes that showed more of his old self.

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Triton smiled, pleased to have his father's approval.
"Thank you, Father. I thought that I would present it to you for safekeeping."

He pulled out the slip of parchment, offering it to Poseidon. On it was written:

"In the sea
Where the points are three
And mysterious power
Lends time no hour."

"It's pointing to the Bermuda Triangle. I feel certain of it," Triton said.