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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
OG Skinning provided by Kaons, with functionality and many custom plugins made by Neowulf!
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Unbeknownst to Zavien, he’d given Melita just enough information to be an absolute shit. And while it meant suspicion would immediately be pinpointed upon her, and all the havoc she’d been descending upon Stormbreak recently, at least none of it was dangerous. Just a little bit of fun.
Initially her plan had been to surround Koa’s entire home with the stuff – but come to find out, he lived in the barracks, and so, the Honeybee opted to simply occupy the whole of the building itself. No one could say she didn’t adapt to necessary alterations, even if the purpose was chaos and nothing else.
So she’d made the purchases in other regions – and it’d been a collective construct over several days to snag and grab everything she’d wanted. There were balloons from every range of possibilities; small and little, big and overwhelming to the point where one might think them capable of popping at any moment, and then the examples of wilds and kingoms alike. Some ducks sprinkled in, but probably meant for baby showers, Halovian luxere and frost foxes printed on sides, Torchline palms elongated on twists and turns, cartoonish depictions of deities (and she made sure to find one with gigantic Ludos for good measure), King’s End unicorns, and Hollowed Grounds fires.
Now placing them required extreme execution – under the cover of night, and in her invisibility. And gods it’d taken forever. She’d had to wait out guards and recruits. People lingering around asking questions. Citizens wanting assistance. Gods. Eventually, she’d managed to place every single one in the surroundings of the lower levels – then had to wait again, on the rooftop, as others began to scurry below.
With several outcries, like ”The fuck is this?”
"The fuck is this?" does indeed ring out from many a soldier's mouth, including our poor Koa who has opened his door to find a mass of inflated bunny rabbits floating near his face. Truth be told, Koa doesn't live in the Barracks - at least, not full time - but lucky for Mel, today happened to be one of his nights spent in the soldiers' ranks. Bedraggled and bemused, he flails his way through the balloons and their strings, growling something under his breath as a ribbon catches round one arm.
"The fuck?" Koa repeats as the rabbit finally dislodges and he breaks free, only to find his fellow soldiers similarly at a war with their own latex foes. "Who in fuck's name---" he begins to shout, only for his mouth to click shut as something catches his eye.
It's large...
....and yellow....
...and shaped suspiciously like a duck...
Suddenly everything clicks together, and he isn't sure whether to laugh or cry. The stealth, the balloons, the utter nonsense of it all... well. There's only one person Koa can imagine to be responsible for such a thing. Pushing past the mocking duck, Koa marches toward the courtyard, voice carrying over the din. "MELITA! I KNOW YOU DID THIS. GET OUT HERE, YOU MENACE!" The command is impressively authoritative, and would have a lot more gravitas had the string of the balloon not somehow attached itself to his back, giving Koa a comically cheerful avian shadow that bobs along merrily with each of his steps.
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Intangible and unbothered, she rolled her eyes as Koa’s yelling rang through the barrack halls. Adverse and indifferent to authority a majority of the time anyway, she pantomimed his command while sitting on the rooftop. It would’ve been an impressive series of faces had anyone been able to see them, but alas. Besides, technically she was already out here.
Instead of adhering to anything the Dragoon was saying, the Honeybee yawned, and then glanced back at the rest of her wares. She had several more balloons to riddle the place with, and given her current situation, she figured she could put them up here, and then escape via the high setting yet again.
Snagging at a few more strings, these balloons happened to be star-shaped in a variety of hues, sparkles, and glitter, she began knotting and tying them along the rafters, chimneys, and anything dragonic and gargoyle-esque. Made them slightly less formidable and more adorable, in her opinion.
His demands are met with the expected response: mocking, resounding silence. Really, Koa, what did you expect? For your friend to blythely turn herself in, arms raised up and looking chagrined? No, all the young captain gets for his efforts is murmurs and snickers from the other soldiers now pouring into the yard, and the rustle of latex as balloons strike balloons.
Ah, but Koa has a secret weapon to employ. For while he has been making a scene and calling for answers, Pip has taken it upon herself to execute a stealth search. Mel may be invisible to Koa's senses, but the little dragon is keen of smell and hearing, and with her dark coat and slim form, able of her own sort of invisibility.
So it is she finds the Honeybee out among the rafters, stringing up star balloons. With a huff to announce her presence the dragon comes into view, nostrils flaring and tail thrashing as she pinpoints her prey.
Only to assume a seated position, head tilted expectantly to the side. With a dragon of her own, Mel will be able to recognize the universal body language: Bribe now, please!
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Ah, she should’ve counted on companions. As much as she relied on hers, sometimes she neglected to think about others – so when Pip huffed nearby, the smuggler cringed. “Hey, shhh,” she emphasized with a light whisper, tying off another balloon to a dragon-looking gargoyle’s ear.
Knowing and understanding the very value and nature of bribery, as she certainly wasn’t immune to it, she fished around in her pockets for something the little lizard might enjoy. She pulled out a handful of treats ordinarily granted and given to Sila and Fangorn, but given her current circumstances, she didn’t think either would mind. Rathee than holding the bundle of jerky out, she placed it along a flatter portion of the roof.
And then hastened off, intending to buy herself some time for evasion and escape across the roof, and to where her skyboat waited nearby.
Pipsqueak, simple creature that she is, is readily appeased by treats. Gobbling down the jerky with wild abandon, she makes no effort to stop the Honeybee from making her escape, nor to further alert any below as to the demigod's whereabouts.
By the time she makes it back to Koa, the trickster is long gone. "Traitor," Koa mutters as the dragon clambers onto his shoulder, the tell-tale smell of jerky ripe within her mouth. "So she's gone, then? Figures." Grumbling, the young captain turns back to his assembled peers, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. "Guess we better start getting these down, though..."
Pulling the balloon that's stuck on his back into his hands, the young man draws an invisible line down the beak of the duck. "Maybe it can wait a bit," he finishes with a fond smile, slightly charmed by the mischief despite (or perhaps because of) the chaos it's brought to his day.
[fin]
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
