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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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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What was Flora on the wrong side of the city's gates, staring out into the Tundra? Why don't you shut your whore mouth and mind your business? Okay but actually it was super cold and maybe the queen wasn't in the mood for as intrepid of an adventure as she'd thought.
With one of her mother's old furs from her time in Halo wrapped around her, Flora narrowed her eyes against the reflection of the sun on the snow, wondering if perhaps she should have brought sunglasses. That was crazy though, right? Given the way she was squinting, clearly not. Stepping aside as a small group of hunters rode through the gates, Flora nibbled at the inside of her lip and tried to assess whether or not there was a clear path cutting through the Tundra that she could follow or if she was meant to just stomp through the snow and hope for the fucking best.
I know there are angels singing somewhere I hope they sing for us
Blonde hair, a Kaito coat, and a snowy background? Soleil is certain she’s looking at her godmother, so who can blame her when she throws an arm around the woman’s shoulders from behind with a happy squeal?
“AUN-ti-eeeeeee?” She trails off pitifully, arm still flung across the shoulders of not the Valkyrie, but undoubtedly the Doubletake. Which, perfect springboard to laugh this off actually - “Oh gods, your title has never been more fitting. I’m so sorry, I thought you were your mom!” Releasing her quickly, Soleil slaps a few stray curls out of her face while envisioning them as gnat-representations of her embarrassment in an effort to salvage the moment.
“You look a little lost sunshine. Need a guide?” Sol aims her best megawatt smile at the Queen, choking down the less cool ramble of ‘certified adventurer, sort-of-native Halovian, licensed, bonded, and insured!’ Instead she juts out an elbow in silent offer, already torching her previous plans to make room for escort duties.
For our bruised mouths are an act of resistance And our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
Anywhere else Flora might have expected such a reception, but in Halo? So long after Hotaru had left the snowswept region? Twisting, her eyebrows raised and a faint smile on her lips, as Soleil laughs out an apology Flora finds herself grinning with pride as well as amusement. "Gods, that's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." The Doubletake chimes, offering the adventurer a crooked smile.
Glancing around the queen huffs, letting her arms flap towards her side in playful emphasis. "Is it really that obvious?" She wonders, before rolling her eyes; yes, it probably was. "Honestly, I was thinking about just bailing and going back to Torchline. This is way...uh...bigger than I was expecting." Having only ever been inside the Citadel, Flora had imagined the Tundra as some wintery theme park with little hot chocolate stands, benches, and maybe the odd tree shaped like a candy cane. Instead what she got was an eyefull of arctic nothingness that had her feeling very small indeed and a good deal less motivated to go out exploring.
I know there are angels singing somewhere I hope they sing for us
Soleil places a hand to her chest, dramatically aghast. “I know your mom’s amazing but that can’t be true. You’re a Queen, are Torchers not submitting compliments in a submissions box every day as tithe?” What’s the point of being a ruler then? No wonder her dad has never pursued it.
“Welllll if you could be in a warm bubble the same distance in the other direction, why build out here right?” Thus the vast snowy nothingness and lackluster views, though the open expanse also means few prey animals to hunt. Truly a frozen waste of space, thanks Eirachi. “Halovians hide all the good stuff so people don’t visit, don’t let them win by going home,” she asserts with stubbornly furrowed brows and a subtle pout; then gasps and lights up with what is surely the best idea ever. “Let me show you around!” Boldly looping her arm with Flora’s, Soleil smiles fit for her namesake and drags the Doubletake in her wake as if self-consciousness was a gene she wasn’t born with.
“It’ll give me plenty of time to find something nicer to say!”
- Fin
For our bruised mouths are an act of resistance And our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
It starts as fluffy, falling flakes. Slowly the wind picks up around you, the promise of more snow to come. As you lift your hood and think about heading for home, the tundra becomes bright white. The snowflakes shift and harden as the temperature plummets suddenly, the wind howling harshly. There is little time to prepare. The ice storm comes in with all of the fury the Eirachi has placed upon this land.
An ice storm has hit! For the next 3 posts of each participant in the thread, this ice storm will rage.
