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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
The thunderstorms come on a crackling wind, before Deimos’ promptly push them away – irritating the encantados even more, and Astaroth half watches as they talk to see the creatures dip below the surface again, finding no more fun to be had with bothering with the pebbles.
The butcher’s attention flits back toward the Sword, though, and he hums his agreement through his sharp teeth, grin broadening slightly as he inclines his head. “It is.” He agrees, before nodding and shifting his weight again. “I had heard that it had been a place many avoided. But I agree, it is nice." He pauses, considering for a moment before continuing.
"I have been noticing in the Atheneum that there isn’t much information on the Ancients. Now, it has been many years since I have been to Halo, but I wonder if the same has occurred there?” He tilts his head, dark eyes squinting a little as he watches Deimos briefly. “If you have questions later once we depart, I am happy to answer them the best that I can via letter or happenstance encounters.”
Incapable of feigning the juvenile grin from appearing the moment the dolphins gave up on the game, he mused with the pebbles some more, finding their entertainment and distraction enough to curb whatever other emotions mired and twisted within. He’d air on the side of the multitudes who never wanted to make their living or residence in the Hollowed Grounds again; for the haunting platitudes were much too real, and much too strong, to ever shake and cordon away. Once, he might’ve been able to find some sanctity, but after so many devastating losses, there’d be no point.
Besides, Halo was home, and all the wintry determination forged fast in its own steadfast sanctions.
Information on the Ancients was sorely lacking, he’d agree, and his head tilted back to Astaroth to study him as he made further mentioning of the slight. “We have next to nothing about them,” and if anything, it was fairly recent transcriptions. “Nor did I see much in Stormbreak, last I visited.” Though perhaps he hadn’t been looking in the right sections; his inquiries had been on more void and other unnatural circumstances. “Perhaps you ought to start scribing your own,” he mused, with the slightest grin. “But thank you. It is appreciated.”
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Clicking his tongue, Astaroth’s smile shifts to something a bit softer – figuring that they’d potentially just been wiped from recent memory, and all those that did remember had died out or not passed any information along. It’s a shame, but not surprising, even as he hears about Stormbreak’s own lack of information. An intriguing thought at first, until he recalls the recent endeavor of how after he’d fallen into a slumber the region had banned any Acquired from entering their boundaries.
Ah, at least he’d missed that whole ordeal. “I have thought about it.” He murmurs with a huff of a chuckle leaving him before he shrugs his shoulders easily and straightens his posture again before inclining his head. “You are quite welcome.” Glancing out over his shoulder back the way he’s come, he’s realized perhaps Danta might be finished with whatever it was he was doing and its likely time to head back. “Well, it was truly a pleasure to meet you. Danta has spoken quite highly of you.” He says as he starts to smooth out his jacket, making a means to head back to Haulani.
He listened, going still and quite again, nodding along at the other implications and potentials. Perhaps if there was more information, there’d be less of those anxious or apprehensive about the Ancients as a whole (though, to be fair, the only one he could think of with any trepidation was the Forsaken). His brow arched, however, at the notions of Danta, muffling a snort, uncertain over what the other sovereign could possibly be stating about him. “Give him my regards,” he might’ve seen him in the crowd, but it’d been difficult to parse through battles and constantly wandering back to the medic’s tent. “And take care.”
From there, they could part ways, each with more information than perhaps they’d predicted.
[FIN]
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
