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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He’s advancing, and for a moment he thinks it’s quite possible that he could pummel the fuck out of this guy. But, before he can get his punches thrown again, the demigod vanishes, appearing away on the beach. Hissing out a curse and a “yeah you better fuckin’ run!” after them, Pierce exhales a long and slow sigh.
Vox rematerializes and Pierce is already trailing after him, lingering in the tingle of static microwaves that dissipate from his brother. “Next time, brother, we’ll get ya a meat organ to play.” (Ha, get it?) He winks, not too badly hurt but taking the time to pluck the arrow from his body and snap it with ease, as well as the blade.
He drifts toward Thalassa, then, passing a glance to her blade. “You get anything good?” He asks as he pokes and prods at the wounds still weeping blood before he glances over at the sad frownie face that is Vox.
- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
Her second dagger misses as the man vanishes and Thal lets out a growl of annoyance. When she takes a sweep of the area to see where she might direct her rage fueled attack, everyone is suddenly gone in flashes and winks of light, leaving her to flick her tail in a pathetic attempt to discard the emotion.
The remnants of the exciting party look rather depressing without anyone to enjoy them. It's just not the same without the shouting and chaos to liven the space. Luckily, Vox has enough frequencies to make up for the lack of people, and as she collects her daggers from the ground, Thal finds her mood stabilizing. It helps that neither appear seriously injured.
Licking the blood from her blade, she flicks them a few times before sheathing them on her hips. "I've also heard bone flutes make a pretty sound. I know someone who could probably make you one." Her eyes look up to find Vox, not quite sure where to look on his sizzling image; she finds that his physical presence doesn't seem to bother her as much as his voice had a few months ago, making it easier to offer him a mischievous smile.
Thal checks out over Pierce as he approaches, making sure he'd gotten the various pathetic weapons that they'd decided to prod him with. Her head throbs a little as the adrenaline fades and she narrows her blazing eyes. "Not nearly enough. Stabbed the guy who kicked me in the face, but it looked like you were handling the rest fine." Despite the frustrating appearance of a god and the blood seeping from his wounds. Shrugging her shoulders, she adds, "I probably would have been a lot more help if I'd had my magic or my shifts." Although she understood the reasoning well enough, it still felt weird.
Tilting her head, a dangerous glint in her eyes makes them suspiciously purple, lined with violence and promises of retribution. "We're not going to let this go unpunished right? You put a lot of effort into this party, and I was really looking forward to it." She inches a little closer, that magnetism more evident without the distracting eyes to watch, eager.
There was whirling, twirling, and nonconsensual hugging as Tal tried to draw Pierce's attention away from Sunjata but instead got caught up in the tangle of static that was Vox. When the sand settled the courier sat on the beach, dazed and blinking through new, violet-tinged eyes, confused as hail and for some reason still holding his Dagger...?
Bemused, he sheathed it and picked himself up, absently patting sand from his shorts as he looked around at the detritus of the party. Alys was nowhere in sight, and neither were most of the rest of the guests, but the most important ones were still there so he ambled over to where the Family and their Friends remained. He ducked his head at Pierce with a sheepish grin, reaching up to rub the back of his head ruefully. "Sorry 'bout that. Musta gotten carried away," he apologized, before glancing to Vox gratefully. "Thanks for wakin' me up afore I hurt someone, Vox."
He flopped onto one of the pool floaties shaped like a unicorn with too many legs and too many eyes, listening to Thalassa with a tiny frown beetling his dark brows. "Wait, why couldn't y'shift?" he asked, oblivious in his adorably Accepted way.
