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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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One problem with starting fun shit sometimes, Melita was quickly noticing, was that they then had to clean up after said fun. For all the work they’d put in with dragging out lines and buoys, they were going to have to do the same fuckery again, except now it was removing them from the waves.
The cold breeze rumbled along the shoreline though, and the Honeybee couldn’t quite suppress the shudder that moved around them – frowning a little as they advanced upon the sand and dunes, pondering how much chillier the sea might be. “Does it feel a little colder than usual to you?” Marked by her heavy Ludo sweatshirt, she still wore her bright skirt underneath, and deeply regretted it. Perhaps today would be more ideal on the surface, and she went to readjust the anklet on her leg.
Tilting her head though, not trying to delay the inevitable surely, she grinned at Kaisel, keeping the mode light for now. “How was riding the dolphin though?” She’d been rather distracted by Iskra, and hadn’t really absorbed the whole scene.
"That feels like a very bad joke set up, and I'm not falling for it." He shoots her an unimpressed glance, muttering something under his breath about staying cool, or not being cool enough to notice. Certain that one of those predictable answers was her punchline.
It is nearly as chilly as it had been during longnight though. A bit warmed by the sun, although it doesn't seem to have properly burned through the morning cloud cover yet, leaving everything muted and grey, even the sea. His foot slides into the water with a reluctance that only redoubles when the wet, cold creep of it encircles his ankle. He perseveres though, and before long the tide is swaying at his knees. In one hand, he has his leviathan chakram, having noticed a great deal of seaweed had built up on the lines and would need hacking away to clear.
"Oh, that was great!" he brightens considerably, forgetting puns and the teeth of the sea in favor of Longnight's dark revelry. "Well, first I was the encantado, you know, to get into the proper headspace. Then I was on one, and that was...unique." He grins before diving all the way in, popping up behind a wave and swimming towards the buoy line.
"You ever get on one?"
Kaisel
Enjoy the life, it's a great day to be alive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
Maybe they weren’t ever going to be friends, because even with the simplest of questions, his answers made her want to punch him in the face. Her face said as much, earning a massive eye roll and a huff of breath that pooled back into the air on a warm puff momentarily. Not even bothering to dignify a response, she casually and cooly placed her feet upon the surface of the waves, and began walking across, arms still crossed over her chest as if this was an everyday experience.
Even his little cheery tones irked and urged her suspicions, though perhaps she was now overly irritated. Pulling at some seaweed that had collected on the lines, she tossed it aside and began disassembling the buoys, casting them back in his direction while he talked.
Though she glanced at him when he said he’d become the encantado…wondering if there was some sudden Attuned bombardments she’d missed…when no, that’s…what he’d meant. Briefly baffled, she shook her head, muttering something under her breath and moving with grace and poise along the waves. Only when he popped back up did she arch her brow, gathering another round of floating seaweed in her grasp. “Right, but like, did it give you trouble?” It’d been hard to tell from the shoreline. “No, I haven’t,” but mainly because she’d once accidentally helped murder someone who’d been catching a ride on a skeleton monster, and somewhow wondered if that would ever come back to haunt her. “My uncle’s husband once rode a giant chicken through here though.”
Oblivious to the way he's slid beneath her skin, irritation a common participant on her expression, at least in his experience, Kaisel does not alter or caution himself. Dodging the seaweed that plops nearby from Mel's efforts, Kaisel grips his buoy line with one hand and clears the seaweed with the other, the sharp edge of the chakram sliding across it like scissors melting paper apart from a roll. Kicking his feet through the water and hauling himself along with his one hand, he glides down the line with ease, only stopping at each round, floating ball. When he gets there, he briefly vanishes beneath the water to unhook the lines from the buried anchors, so they can haul the entire cord in once more.
Popping back up after doing that with one, shaking his wet hair like a dog to clear the saltwater from his face, spitting it away from his lips, he glances over at her with consideration while the blade gets back to gnawing kelp. "Well, I didn't win, that's for sure, and it's a lot harder than I thought to stay seated on something so smooth fast." Which feels like the start of a dick joke, but he continues. "But, the encantado itself was friendly, if a bit unruly." Tame is a word he's not sure he would have used, although the owner seemed jovial and content enough to do so.
Departing briefly again, like a duck going ass up in the water, he pops up with another shake and sweep of water and hair. "Uh, what?" He's not entirely sure he's heard her right, because uncle's husband is already the start of something being stretched out, and rode a giant chicken feels like an ad lib result. "I have so many questions, you need to say more."
Kaisel
Enjoy the life, it's a great day to be alive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
Finally not wholly consumed with vexation, she permitted both hands to drag lines across the surface of the water, kicking aside random floating seaweed as he spoke about the dolphin experience of it all. She opened her mouth to say something offensive and demeaning, or maybe that dick joke, but closed it sharply, when she realized she’d baited him with information. Stupid information, but it was something to hold and lord over him just as he’d done to her.
A Cheshire grin settled on her features, turning whatever pouting displays had been there into wicked machinations – no sense in hiding her seditious reverie. “Yeah. A twenty-foot chicken went rampaging through Haulani,” like this was normal. Something in the back of her mind ached that she couldn’t quite name – perhaps the melancholic distinction that all of those who’d protected Torchline from said motherclucker were dead and gone. Not from the gigantic hen, but other circumstances. “What else do you need to know?”
