From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
welcome to the playground, follow me tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Might be more than nice if we're lucky - might even be true," Ronin remarks with a smile that Remi will hear rather than see, the hunter stepping back only when his friend is ready and they might continue towards the ladder together. "Not only can you ask, I almost insist on it now that you've said it," he continues, grinning over his shoulder at the wendigo as they wend through the tunnels.
And gods but he does his best not to laugh at wendigo std, because as ridiculous as it sounds, no one has any clue what it might mean for human-Remi to start sleeping around, and they'll both end up feeling very dumb if it's real. "Alas, while certain fae-things might help to cure something you've already got, I'm pretty sure you have to make a specific deal to protect against it. I specialise more in sunshine acorns," he says.
Though as they reach the ladder, he can't help but bring it up, because they're on the fucking subject. "Then again, Isla is susceptible to certain sicknesses that I'm not," he murmurs. You know. Like babies.
sink into the wasteland underneath stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains Welcome to the war, we've only begun
"Gods, now I feel like this is something I should have asked before we-" The wendigo grins, head tilted mischievously. "-I mean, I know I'm free of everything, but if you do not even have any sex acorns laying around..." Gods but after everything it felt good to joke with Ronin. Doubtless, it would feel better still to do other things with the hunter, but beggars and all that.
'Nnn?' Reaching for the ladder, Remi pauses and looks over his shoulder at the hunter, wondering what sort of sickness changelings were immune to. It takes an absurdly long time for him to come to it, and when he does, his eyebrows shoot up and all thoughts of alcohol and fuckery on the surface disappear. "You don't...but..it was just the once." Ahh yes Remi, as if that matters; the way his face falls suggests he knows as much.
"I mean..there's no way she would keep it if she were...and if she was, why wouldn't she tell me?"
Higher and higher you chase it It's deep in your blood, go and take it
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
welcome to the playground, follow me tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Clean as a whistle, me. Except for the demons - I forgot to tell you, I'm full of demons and now you are too," Ronin says, calling the apology up to the other man as he clambers up the ladder after him. "That's probably why Isla is sick, actually. You gave my demons to her. Irresponsible." He tuts and shakes his head, though he can't help the laughter that breaks through the facade. It does feel good to joke again, especially after so long without seeing the other man.
And it's a joke that just keeps giving as Ronin practically watches the colour (what little there is) drain from Remi's face, and he reaches up to pat him on the butt as both reassurance and to make him hurry to street level. "It's been five days," he reminds him, as if the wendigo might have forgotten about biology. "I'm sure she's just got a bad cold or something." Or, you know, someone has snatched her for having sex with her science project.
sink into the wasteland underneath stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains Welcome to the war, we've only begun
"That is a rather odd saying when you think about it." The wendigo says through a grin. "Are whistles notoriously clean, do you think?" The idea of having transmitted something from Ronin to Isla has Remi wincing though, if only because despite how unlikely it was, having to explain to the doctor how it came about made the wendigo want to carve out his own tongue.
Unfortunately, it would probably grow back and he'd be in precisely the same situation.
"I hate you." Remi calls down, deciding that the most appropriate way of dealing with talk of demons before resisting the urge to kick out at the hunter if only because if he miscalculated, he'd probably send the hunter to his death. "Okay, well you were the one who brought it up." He points out, before reaching up and giving the storm grate an unceremonious shove.
Hearing very little of consequence topside, it's with his arms crossed and a judgemental expression on his face that Remi waits for Ronin to join him. "So how long until we are allowed to worry, then?"
Higher and higher you chase it It's deep in your blood, go and take it
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
welcome to the playground, follow me tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Depends on whose mouth it's been it." Ronin chirps back to Remi, and the wendigo will practically be able to hear the hunter's thoughts (something something my whistle) based on how quiet he suddenly goes. Ahem, anyway.
"I might have believed you once, but I think hate is just your love language these days," he continues, hauling himself up and out of the storm grate and straightening up. "Wasn't there a sickness policy back in the old days? After seven days off you need a doctor's note, or something? Though I bet Isla could sign her own..." Clearing his throat and shrugging to Remi, he brushes off his clothes and digs in his pocket for a compass.
"Either way, I'd say at least another couple of days before we worry," he continues. When he's satisfied with the direction they need to go, he pockets the compass again and leans in suddenly to obnoxiously smooch Remi on the cheek. "Shall we?"
sink into the wasteland underneath stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
