From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Saiden shaded his eyes as he watched the redheaded man skedaddle. When Melita suggested someone go after Sam, the cook just shrugged. "Don't look at me. I've already done more than my fair share of running around this season." He chuckled. "Besides, he seems to be getting away just fine on his own."
Taking another pull of the flask, he put it away as the Arbiter and the Preceptor squared off. Backing away, he called upon water from the nearby ocean. It leapt at his call, though he didn't use it just yet, just set it to swirling around him. Much as he might like to see the folks here in wet t-shirts (those that were wearing t-shirts) he figured he'd hold off on dousing them on the off chance cooler heads would prevail.
What good are hands if there's nothing that they hold
It's all a mess, though with his palm pressed against the side of his neck there's very little that he can do about it. Though watching Melita and Saiden suddenly set themselves on the offensive has him groaning and stretching out a bloody hand in their direction to try and gain their attention without having to strain his neck by yelling. "They literally fight each other weekly. Leave it be. Consider this meeting over." He mumbles. They'd all shared the information they had, anyway.
Besides, this was Torchline. Fighting about your problems was standard fare. "If you want to help, go make sure Sam gets a shrine so he can heal." He adds, before shuffling himself back a few feet to be out of the line of fire between Arbiter and Preceptor.
And what good are hearts if you bury them all alone?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
For all of the commotion, Ronin is only really focused on Sunjata now, given that the other man is still in his way. He has to move quickly to avoid the Flood, but dodge him he does, scoffing at the wings and the scales like they’re in some competition. And maybe Ronin would continue to fight if it weren’t for the sound of Remi’s voice again. Meeting over. Blue eyes narrowing, light fractures dangerously out of the Star for a moment or so, and he steps up close to the taller man, as if squaring up to him.
But then he steps past, aware of all the sets of eyes on him but purposely blanking them out as if trying to douse his own temper. Instead, he crouches down next to Remi, expression terse and apologetic. ”How bad is it?” he asks. ”Can it wait until we’re home?”
all the drinkin' and the druggin' and the black and the red the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
Gods, he really is weak. And it’s absolutely because Ronin has more stats than Sunjata does. It’s frustrating, but as soon as Remi’s voice is heard, Sunjata’s steel gaze lingers on Ronin – waiting to see what comes of it – when the Dark Star squares back at him. He moves past and Sunjata steps aside, glancing back toward where Sam had just left.
Remi’s in good hands, and with a quick glance shot toward Melita, ignoring Saiden and his water works completely, he moves toward Nate to wrap an arm around the Ascended. “We’re going home.” He rumbles, casting a quick glance to the finished meeting, and tries to tug Nate toward the Slagveld, another glance shot back at Melita to ask if she’s coming too.
One thing he knows for sure is that he needs a fucking shower.
i think i'm losin' too much but there's just never enough
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Letting the water go at Remi's words, Saiden grinned. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he called back to the Lullaby. "If it's really that common an occurrence, you should sell tickets next time. Call it 'Government Guys Gone Wild,' could make a pretty penny." Lowering his hands, he started whistling a cheerful tune.
As the crowd started to disperse and the Governor declared it over, the Hali made his way over to Melita again. "I'll see you on the Ark. Let me know if you want me to escort you to the Climb, yeah?" With that, he slipped his hands into his pockets. Unless anyone needed him, he'd start to head out.
So, baby-doll, don't you lose your touch You take it all cause you're never gonna take too...
If he’s being honest, Nate isn’t completely sure what’s going on. Something to do with Sam, because of course it was, but beyond then? He couldn't care less. At least, not until Sunjata steps away from him, gets in the middle of things, and while there’s something admirable about it, there’s also something incredibly irritating about it too.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Ronin and Sunjata are friends, and that Johnny was at work Nate would have stepped in long ago, no matter sick and unhelpful he would have been.
Now though, it’s too late, and all he can do is glare, at Ronin, at Remi, off in the direction Sam had fled. There’s no one he can blame, not really, and it leaves Nate frustrated, stiff when Sunjata’s arm wraps around him, though he doesn’t hesitate to follow.
Losing control and you lose your touch You take it all, cause you're never gonna take too much
What good are hands if there's nothing that they hold
The alchemist ignores the cook, having not the energy to reply. Reaching up for Ronin, gripping his husband's shoulder that the Star might slide an arm under and help him stand, Remi gurgles something causing fresh blood to ooze from beneath his fingers. "Just." He manages with a grimace, hissing at the sharp pain in his neck as he finally manages himself to his feet.
Well, what a good meeting. There had been blood, threats, starbolts, someone running away, someone trying to play hero...no booze though. So perhaps as far as Torchline was concerned, this was only a semi-success meeting.
Vai is going to kill us both. Remi mumbles, waiting for Ronin to nimbus them both home so that the witch could heal him, scold him, and hopefully, send him off to bed.
~FIN
Meeting over!
And what good are hearts if you bury them all alone?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.