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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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your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Moaning something about her ankle and how she thinks it might be broken while the man assures her that it isn't and that it doesn't even seem swollen, Flora's theatrics continue as long as they need to. When her injuries seem no longer to hold the man's attention she instead moves to offer him her heartiest thanks. Leaning against him and giving him a clear line of sight down her shirt, as Jack saunters back onto the deck the queen smiles softly as her lips whisper up the man's cheek and toward his ear. "Try that shit in Torchline again and I will flay the top layer of skin from your body and tie you to a pillar out in the middle of the sea to cure beneath the sun." She purrs, her tongue brushing against his earlobe before she straightens, her smile bright and her eyes sparkling.
"Thanks again for your help." Flora says loudly, pressing a kiss against his cheek which has suddenly gone quite pale. Standing, no sign of any sort of imbalance or pain has the man hissing in a stunned breath, before glancing down toward the door he'd brought Flora through. Pursing her lips and nodding, she makes her way casually toward the bar where this time she gets both she and Jack a double, before heading back toward the captain.
Trying not to seem as if she was looking him over and just checking him out, Flora presses the drink into his hand before reaching into her bag for a small tube of lipstick. Casually applying it, as she wipes at her bottom lip as if to remove any excess, she intentionally takes too much, before sliding her fingers around his collar and depositing it there instead. Now if any blood did seem through, it'd be cover by the smears of lipstick instead. "Clumsy me." She says with a soft shrug, her blue eyes looking for any other tells that might give Jack away. How'd that go?
Flora's performance and the pale sheen of the man's thoughts come back into range of Jack's telepathy just in time for the Doubletake to rise to her feet and leave him to his anxiety, and so it looks as though the captain's sharp smile is a greeting for her and nothing else. Accepting his drink and giving some blase remark about the number of cabins on the ship and how dark it is below decks, he takes a grateful sip of whiskey while she applies lipstick both to herself and to his collar.
Raising an eyebrow before realising quite what she's covering up, his arm returns around her waist as they meander towards the opposite railing - the side of the ship he'd dumped the woman over, conveniently enough. "She's gone. Wherever down there leads, that's where they'll find her now," he mutters, nodding into the haze of darkness that has replaced the view with the blanket of night. "All in a day's work, right?"
believer, believe it or not you'll know when it ends and how it goes
your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Happily led even if she wasn't sure where they were going, it's only as Jack nods casually over one edge that Flora raises an eyebrow before nodding indifferently. "Yeah, I know, we're high up." She murmurs as if the captain had been telling her some incredibly droll sailing fact.
Clinking her glass against his in agreement, Flora lifts her gin to her lips. Lipstick smears against the rim as she grins, before taking a healthy sip. You'll be able to keep your eyes on him for the next few days? It'd be much easier for him than her and not simply because of his telepathy. After her little demonstration, she doubted if he'd be caught dead anywhere near her, not that she blamed him.
I'd like to know if that was just a one-off, or if some of the other 'merchants' who are annoyed about the loss of secrecy in the Boondocks or who have been pushed out of the jungle by the void aren't trying to come to our shores instead. Her nails tap against the railing as she turns her back on the swirling nothingness overboard to instead lean against the railing.
Snorting under his breath in response to her comment, but nonetheless clinking his glass against her own, Jack doesn't need to glance at the man to know his movements; and all Flora needs to know is that he's posing no danger and is nowhere near them either, so they can absolutely relax. "I'll keep tabs on him until we're back in Torchline, and have him followed from there." He'll know where the man is going and what his plans are afterwards before he even sets foot off the skyship.
"I've taken care of a good deal of 'em already," he says of the potential interlopers, especially those driven out from the Boondocks. "Used to use the area as a place to store and shift goods, before Sunjata took over and shit out a marketplace there," he mutters. "A lot of the merchants were known to The Ark already. Jungle's a different matter, though - I'll look into it." Look at that - business and pleasure all in one outing.
believer, believe it or not you'll know when it ends and how it goes
your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Trying not to seem surprised by that—a good deal of them?—the queen quietly chews on the inside of her lip as she feigns people watching. There was no point in saying something like you should tell me these things, Jack, because...why? He'd taken care of it, and either he'd gone about it in a way she'd approve of and thus wouldn't need her permission for, or he hadn't, in which case they'd just fight about it. Still, she was surprised that it had all been going on without her noticing. "Thanks." Flora murmurs, meaning it. Torchline had been his before it became hers, and gods even if she didn't know where he stood with her, at least she knew where Jack stood with Torchline.
"Let me know if you need anything from me." She says with a touch of finality, before her hand seeks his out and she mischievously laces her fingers through his.
Come on, I want to know more things. Glancing around, she fixes her eyes on a rather handsome looking woman who seemed to be in her 70's accompanied by a man whose washboard abs were on show beneath the tightest t-shirt Flora thought she'd ever seen. I wanna hear how that happened. She thinks, grinning.
