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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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"Mm, it is when it isn't trying to hit me in the back," Danta agrees through a drawl with a slight narrowing of his eyes. Granted, that had been lightning from an Abandoned and it had largely been their own fault, but nevertheless it had put him off getting up close and personal with the element for a while. Time is a healer though, as they say, and he finds himself gazing out into the bonfire-pocked darkness as if he might see some tell-tale forks of lightning conjured by the encantados.
Alas, nothing but frolicking and piggybacks.
"It is, but that isn't enough to make me want to go out there and do it for them," he says of the fire hoop jumping, grinning up at Asta and tilting his head back to finish his drink. "I could be persuaded to try and jump through a few shots with you, though." It's a clumsy segue but fuck it; Danta is already approaching the far side of sober, and he isn't of a mind to stop now.
Dantalion
it might be your wound but they're my sutures
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
// when it feels like all the world is wearing a frown //
It’s a fair answer, and gods knew that Asta would be first in line to be hit by lightning if it meant Danta didn’t. But they both spend a moment scanning the sky as he finds the words to say piggy back ride, letting it bypass them to not dredge up any other bad memories. Instead, he huffs a laugh to hear Danta’s denial of giving them a show. Met with the handsome grin of his fiancé, he squeezes his shoulders gently. “Of course, darling. That can be our little secret.” He teases, like giving piggy back rides was something secretive and Flora and Kaisel were just showing off.
The mention of shots, however, has his brow lifting in thoughtful surprise and amusement as he, too, downs the rest of his glass. “Who says we cannot have our own little rings of fire to get through?” He asks, tail flicking at his heels and brushing against Danta’s in the process. He keeps his arm around him as he guides him back to the edge of the bar, only releasing his fiancé to snag a couple of shot glasses and fills them with some dark rum. With a flare of showmanship, Asta lights the top of the liquor shots with green flame and a wink back to his fiancé, handing him the shot and hoisting his up in a small cheer. “¡Salud, cariño!”
Support and Melita didn’t always go hand in hand. Her uncle had been there when she needed him, which, truth be told, she wasn’t one to reach out so readily, and if anything else fell by the wayside she never frantically picked it back up. Iskra was something new in that regard, and being able to share the more conniving or ridiculous aspects of a shitstorm beginning to brew was different, if overwhelming for either party.
So once she was done, she waited for some inevitable confusion or remark. When it was nothing but calm and composed, she didn’t bristle, listening instead while her brows furrowed and her eyes went to her drink, watching hues dance around while notions were shared. “I don’t know about the rest – only the people near me. Flora and my uncle seemed fine, but I heard others like Remi and Deimos fell asleep too.” She hadn’t been around those individuals, not with paths marked and crossed and dragged elsewhere.
His reasoning wasn’t bad or off, but she had nothing to show for it other than her own speculations. “It could’ve been – but we have so many possibilities here,” she frowned, before taking another sip and sighing. “Rae might’ve made it and just placed it wherever.” Experimental, designing to orchestrate means and measures and being unbothered by the results. As for the sand, she could only glance up sheepishly. “I haven’t done anything with it, to be honest.” Wary of the bag, and figuring most sand looked much the same, it might be difficult to parse through until she found the time to decipher and plunge.
"Hmm," she considers, fingers pinching her chin as she's seen enough adults do in order to draw their thoughts properly down to their mouth. "Thalty makes sense," she says with a good mimic of Carlo 's gagged word, which at once makes her grin. She promptly wrestles it back into proper seriousness as she tacks on Calan 's additional findings. "And gross," she nods, jotting their notes on her mental page. At Calan's statement, a finger of agreement point heftily towards him, then flicks up and twirls as a scientific breakthrough is made. "Right, so bioscience is not for eating, just for viewing. Now we know." No way to have known before.
Science is a tireless mistress though, and as Carlo points out, discovery awaits them yet again. Her gaze turns the direction of the nearest bar stand and said blue drinks. Honestly, after seeing how poorly the blue bioscience went down both their throats, Fern doesn't like how similar the liquid looks, and in her experience thus far adults like to eat and drink some strange stuff. "It could be just as salty and gross," she cautions, but then equally, shrugs. "Only one way to find out."
Glancing back at both boys and Calan's eagerness to set off, she holds up one quick palm. "Wait!" she whisper-hisses. "Aren't those for adults only. How are we gonna get one?" There's a few options, but the first one that comes to her mind requires closing one eye and squinting between the twins. "I think if one of you stood on the others shoulders, and we got a big coat, you could pass as my dad."
