[SE] like you never left, like you said you never would
Melita Najya
 the Honeybee

Age: 29 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 9
STR: 81 - DEX: 80 - END: 80 - LUCK: 82 - ARC: 102 - INT: - HP: 720 - BASE ROLL: 162
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daughters made claw first
Melita was a knives out, brandished fists and fangs kind of girl – even as her head tilted, listening to Theea’s sudden exclamations. Perhaps that went to show her level of unhinged – reduced to finding trickster heralds a normal, everyday occurrence. “It probably depends on what it wants to do – or you, for that matter,” she hummed, her smile lengthy and Cheshire again. “Asking for certain things will get you certain results.” Like Iskra, for all the screaming shit. She tried, with great difficulty, to make it look like she was going to burst out into laughter at the thought of his screeching again. “But I’ve always been game,” for lots of dumb, stupid shit, or the inane. “Like, I asked far cannons, so I had to go blow shit up.”

Shrugging, clearly unbothered by this, she watched as the younger woman went slightly inward, and the Honeybee had to wonder if she’d said something wrong. When the answer came, she nodded knowingly; she didn’t talk to Mort often. She knew her mother and sister weren’t in his realm, so it’d never been worth asking or knowing. “That’s fair,” she considered.

As far as messages to and from the dead, the demigod’s nose wrinkled. “Not really in my jurisdiction.” I.e. She wasn’t quite certain, and didn’t want to give the Accepted any of the wrong answers when it came to herald indulgences. “I could ask if you want. Or you could talk to Remi about it. I know Mort does.”
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RE: like you never left, like you said you never would - by Melita - 07-21-2025, 10:39 AM



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