What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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In Jack's defence, it's not actually wishes he's after, and The Dreaming Well makes a fine place to hide a cache of contraband given the penchant of the general populace not to take shit out of it. Regardless, it's probably not a good look for anyone coming across him, one foot braced on the cobblestone lip of the well, a rope in hand to haul something up from the depths.
If only he gave a single solemn fuck.
King's End, he's learning, doesn't let go of Longheat easy, and it's with a combination of water and air manipulation that he keeps the fiery humidity at bay, knuckles white as he finally levers a small crate to the surface. Pausing for a brief rest with it at the side of the wellhouse, he adjusts his sunglasses to peer up into the cloudless sky where he's instructed The Ark to sail in a lazy route overhead.
The next time she passes he can signal her down and they can be on their way. For now, he plucks open the buttons of his shirt to cool himself down, leans into the shade of the wellhouse, and reaches into his pockets for a pack of cigarettes and some matches.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes
The trips back and forth to the Boondocks for various supplies is the best way to train the starters. Nothing better than actual work being put in under the saddle—keep the horse moving through new terrain so it's too busy thinking about where it's putting its feet instead of what it feels on its back. Put in the hours until it's on that edge of too tired to argue, until it finally gives into the idea of new as routine, of her lead as being best and safe. It always starts with a day or two of sacking out, of sinking into the leather seat for the first time, all legs and dust in the air. Then it’s off to errands and chores, no matter how trivial.
It’s one such sweat-lathered sorrel stud she’s on now, rolling the bit anxiously against his tongue. Not far from the ranch yet, he’s still barely contained under his skin and her pressure. The wary fling of his head and the dip of his shoulder—threatening to vanish out from under her in a breath—alerts her to the mild commotion ahead. Stationary things are scary enough for the young brain, but movement? Might as well be a monster made to eat horses.
"Easy," she murmurs under her breath to Chocolate as she nudges him further along, head tilting to turn the brim of her hat against the sun so she can better eye the figure leaning against the well. The baby walks like a drunkard under her, unable to find a straight line when half of him wants to bolt the other direction, but she urges him on with the wiggle of her spurs, each jingle a warning.
If this had been Beans, she might have just nodded and been on her way, even if the chest he's exposed (both of them) catches her attention. Patience is half the battle with the youngsters though, so lucky for Jack, Colt is here to chat. "Howdy," she greets as she pulls to a stop, leaning onto the saddle horn with one arm draping over it lazily. She looks pointedly at him, some flicker of recognition catching her, but not enough to rouse any warmth or name. "Think all you need to make it work is a shiny rock."
He only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight You better run for your life He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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Having already lit his smoke by the time another mind brushes against his magic, Jack shakes out the teardrop flame of the match and flicks it away encased in ice. (No need to encourage any wildfires out here, no?) He glances sidelong at the approaching figure, then glances again as he realises it isn't some half-shifted Attuned or some centaur galumphing through King's End. Just a woman on a horse. Stifling the wrinkle of his nose behind taking a drag of his cigarette, he sifts casually through surface thought - Chocolate, Beans and here to chat, huh - before exhaling and straightening up.
"I've had my fill of shiny rocks for a fuckin' lifetime," he says, nudging one pearlescent suspect with the toe of his boot. "'Sides, I ain't much for wishes. But you be my guest; ain't sure your cow'll fit in the wellhouse, though." With his cigarette between his lips, Jack leans down to grab the small crate, keeping it tucked under one arm to expose the dark ink of the serpent tattooed along his left side, celestial and unblinking as the eyes of Safrin's herself.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes
Not quite certain what troubles this man could have gotten into with shiny rocks to earn such a final rejection of them, least of all given that by her best estimates he looks like he has a lot of lifetime left, she has a notion it's not wise to ask. Though a smile cracks into place, one that absolutely grows when he references poor Chocolate as a cow. Though perhaps that at least means he's shiny enough to exchange for a wish. "Not a bad idea to try, might do so if he doesn't settle," she smacks the horse's neck affectionately, though the sound and the feel makes the baby startle a bit under her, earning an amused sigh. "Hear that? Gonna stuff you down a well if you don't behave," she mutters to the kid as she ruffles his mane.
Her attention slides back to the stranger, catching the flash of his ink along his side, the stars of it earning a thoughtful hum. "You're the one with the bouncy ball, ain'tcha?" Her head tilts a bit as she seems to regard him more fully. Once he spoke, it jogged more of her memory—he'd been there that day, next to Vesper. "Heard you won. I guess I should congratulate you." Although getting too close to the family and walking away seems to make them all winners that day.
She's still caught on something about him though, especially the way his eyes grab hold of her. Her favorite kind, and seemingly the brightest thing about the man, but it feels like its more than that, like it's more familiar and a glance earned across a group.
He only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight You better run for your life He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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Had Colt asked, Jack would have happily expanded on the matter - rest assured, it involves a lot of picking up and putting down said rocks along Torchline's coast. And her city. And every other fucking part of her. Glad not to have to give details, though, he instead turns his attention to the co-- er, Chocolate, raising a brow as he steps out from under the wellhouse shade and into the dazzling sunlight, leaving a haze of smoke in his wake.
"Seems flighty," he remarks of the animal, and it's a good thing he can't read its mind, because it's uncertain who would be noping the fuck out of here first if he could. "Maybe it'll turn into somethin' else if you stuff it down the well." Automatically his eyes flick up towards the sky as if to watch for his ship, but there's no sign of her just yet, and so he adjusts his sunglasses and returns his gaze to the rider.
Only to be branded as the one with the bouncy ball, a remark that has the captain groaning and taking the cigarette from between his lips, flicking ash to the ground. "Call me Jack," he rumbles. "An' unfortunately I did, though I ain't sure you can call it winnin', really."
At the silence that settles between them, weighty and not entirely unfamiliar, he can't help but lift both eyebrows up at her. "See somethin' you like?" He smirks.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
06-27-2025, 02:53 PM (This post was last modified: 06-27-2025, 10:39 PM by Colt.)
COLT
He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes
"Worse traits he could have," Colt says back coolly, and if she's a touch defensive, it might be because she's been known to be flighty herself. Maybe she should climb down the well if it's got all the answers to becoming better. She had gotten a good night's rest for once the one day she'd used it recently, though hard to say how much was the well and how much was running around King's End to help get the Dragoons situated. "Yeah, might go in a cow and come out a horse," she remarks with a bite of that smile.
Her horse is not nearly as interesting as him though, the chest he tucks under his arm like something he doesn't want slipping out of his sight the least of her concerns. Whether he's pulling it up from the well, shoving it down and hoping it changed, or is also over backpacks as much as shiny rocks and hauls around his shit the hard way, she couldn't care less. No, she's too focused on those damn blue eyes and what she can't place about them.
She leans back, hauling one leg out of the stirrups and over the saddle, her knee notching in against the horn. This, of course, upsets Chocolate. That's part of the point though, so she sits through his wiggles until he sighs heavily enough to find some rest again, his bit working in his mouth with a renewed frenzy as his brain churns with thoughts, many of which she is sure are giant fuck yous aimed her way. She leans in deeper over the saddle towards Jack, elbows propped up on her slung leg and chin resting on her hands. "Colt," she offers in return, one 'brow lifting at his less than enthused reaction. "Did you also win a weird flower crown and a cheek pat?"
A bit too focused on solving the thing nagging at her mind, she's only aware of how studious her attention is when he calls her out on it. It straightens her up a bit, but she doesn't relent, only flashing back a more toothy grin. "Apparently," she says, guiltless. Admittedly wandering the roads alone with only the half-formed brain of a starter horse to keep her company makes this interaction a highlight, which maybe begs the need to reevaluate her standards if all it takes is a stranger with some nice eyes to be the upside of her day. Her smile tilts into something that's only half-way, lazy with her offer, "you in need of a lift or you just like standing around wishin' wells not making any wishes?" Although Chocolate might completely lose his mind if she adds another rider, but only one way to find out, and to teach him.
He only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight You better run for your life He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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"Let's not get too wild, now," Jack quips idly, smirking between Colt (and Chocolate) and the well. "A mule at best. Maybe a flock of geese." Not that he'd consider either of those better than the cow horse she's currently riding. And not just riding, evidently; manoeuvring around on as if he's a fucking climbing frame.
Flightiness aside though, Jack quite enjoys the wandering of her thoughts and the curve of her body as she leans across the saddle horn, and if he's got any intention of letting her in on where she might know him from (and it'd be a guess, at that), it vanishes in the wake of her lazy half-smile. "A weird flower crown?" He tilts his head and pulls a face, before taking another draw on his cigarette. "Can't say I was so lucky. Why, did you?"
Apparently they both see something they like, if the way Jack steps a little closer has anything to say about it, though he scoffs out a cloud of smoke at her offer and shakes his head in a definite no. "No disrespect, but you couldn't pay me to get on that thing," he says, before gesturing at the endless blue above them. "My ride'll be passin' by soon enough, though she won't fit down that well - not that I'd wanna change her for anythin'."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes
"I'm as lucky as you," she admits with the faintest shake of her head. "Vesper won that," she drops his name with the expectation Jack knows it, given they'd been talking when she'd strolled up, on that day the ball bounced. Saying his name aloud clicks something into place for her, and she blinks as she pulls away from her lean on her legs. That flash of stars on Jack's side, the familiar cut of his jaw, and those matching blue eyes. Too many similarities that matter to just be coincidence, which sounds like a reasonable thought, if not for the fact all her thoughts about that man have been anything but. Does Jack actually resemble him, or is he starting to haunt her even in the daylight hours (because the SuN iS a StAr), a true progression of the ailment in her damn heart?
Fuck, she's got to get a grip. Or get gone, leave the troubling blue of these eyes behind her.
What might have been a bright laugh at Jack's clear discomfort is overshadowed by her own, so she just keeps her smile aimed at him, but she's already pulling her leg off the saddle and feeding it back into the stirrup. "If you mean a sky skip," which she rather thinks he does if his glance up is any indication, "then that's my sign to leave." She had one run in with Melita's sky ship and a baby horse already, and she's not keen on a repeat. Applesauce had been a runner, but Chocolate feels like he's got some bronc in him, and the last thing she needs is to be dropped on her ass.
He only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight You better run for your life He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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Jack, strangely enough, does know the name of one of the children he sired with Safrin, and he huffs out a quiet laugh and flicks the ash from his cigarette. "Figures as much - kid's got the luck of the gods," he says, though luck, as they've already been discussing, is quite the malleable concept when it comes to Vox and the strange competitions they accidentally stumble into.
He can't quite stifle the smirk this time as Colt's thoughts run away with her, the captain feeling like he might be having quite the conversation with Vesper in the future about all this. For now, though, he can feel her pulling away like a flower wilting from the sun on a too-hot day, and that's no fun for anyone. So Jack and his too-blue eyes, incline his head in a simple nod and gesture to the surrounding fields.
"Don't let me stop you. Good luck with your cow."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes
Jack's as helpful as a milk bucket under a bull. He clearly knows Vesper, but stays tight lipped about any relation. Maybe he's not the proud dad sort, bumper stickers plastered all over his ship touting Vesper, Caly, and Nova as his honor roll kids. All the livestock breeding she's done over the years has certainly trained her eye for similarities, but genetics also like to stick it to you and throw out a red baby from a long line of black parents, so she can't really be sure, and the shape of a cow's ass is a lot easier to read than Jack. So... maybe they're not related at all, and she's just too hung up on a different set of eyes, wishing they were the ones looking back at her.
Doesn't matter much to her now, she's already made up her mind to fuck off before she says or does something she regrets. "Fuck's sake, he's a horse," she chokes out with a bright laugh, easing some of the strain, but not enough to linger. Shaking her head at his fuckery she spares him one last lingering look, still uncertain, still drawn in, before Chocolate's unsteady stride carries her safely away at the insistence of her heels. "Adios," she calls out with a tip of her hand by her hat, encouraging a more ground-traveling pace from Chocolate.
[FIN]
He only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight You better run for your life He's a good time cowboy Casanova
