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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.
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06-20-2024, 05:35 AM (This post was last modified: 07-06-2024, 12:44 PM by Melita.)
regions of moonlight and chaos
After notes and promises of pranks, the smuggler had waited for the appropriate day. And since it was after LongNight, and that weird influx of informational dreams and Ronin's other letter...well, she'd much prefer to have a good time rather than mull over other possibilities and impending near death experiences.
That was her reasoning, anyway.
Armed with promised bags of snacks and candies, and some washable markers of varying colors and size for no real reason of course, Melita skipped her way down to the sunny beach, where the warm sand was a bounty against her bare feet and indifference along the winding road of Starfall in the distance. She could make out some figures in the distance, exactly the ones she was seeking, and rather than come in with her usual flair for noise, raucousness, and upheaval, she gave a quiet, but clearly there wave, before hastening towards Ronin in particular.
Giving a clearly there wave in return, Ronin stops what he's doing and lopes across the sand towards the Honeybee, a smile on his face suffused with mischief just waiting to be unleashed. "I would argue," he says by way of greeting as he draws close enough to speak with her, "that this is just as important as preparing for Starfall, if not more so." Smirking, he glances at her bag of snacks (and markers) and at least has the decency to look surprised.
"For me? Gosh, you are too kind," he says, as if he hasn't been bribed with such things beforehand. The snacks he means, of course. Whatever Melita has markers for is none of Ronin's business, and he will say as much before a court of law if he's ever asked to do so.
What good are hands if there's nothing that they hold
Remi was tired. Not only had he gotten up early that morning to fetch mango and fish tacos for his and Ronin's breakfast, but then he'd wiled away a good portion of his afternoon reading and fishing. In the sun. At the ripe old age of 32, you can understand why he'd need a break because of all that.
Having been asked by Ronin to come down to the beach while the Knight gathered seashells (what for, Remi didn't ask, but it sounded like a Ronin thing to do), he was further bribed by a bottle of wine and a hammock, thus ensuring almost beyond a doubt that Remi would find himself asleep in under an hour.
So it was that as Ronin jogged up the beach to meet the Honeybee, Remi dozed in the shade of the large palm trees holding up his hammock.
And what good are hearts if you bury them all alone?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Ronin’s wave was all the encouragement she needed. His comment had her snorting, however, as she handed over several bags of goodies, including, but not limited to lemon drops, chocolate-coated pretzels, caramels, and a variety of potato chip flavors. “Is that so?” She laughed, though quietly and behind her hand, not wishing to disturb Remi. In a low whisper, for Melita had difficulty with anything subtle or quiet (this was going to be a challenge), she turned back towards the White Knight as she continued to tiptoe across the sand. “Why do you say that?”
Then there was Remi, sleeping so peacefully. Glancing at him with all the fondness of friends and perhaps an evil, hellion cat, she sat beside the hammock, carefully prying the markers out. Black to start, for funsies. She extended a wave of her own over the washable containments, in case Ronin wanted to join in, before going to work lightly drawing multiple dicks on Remi’s forehead.
bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones, bones.
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"That is so," Ronin confirms, accepting the exchange of snacks with a nod befitting a merchant - pleasure doing business with you, Melita - before following her towards the hammock where his husband is snoozing the afternoon away. "I say that because it benefits me directly, and right now, of course," he tells her in an equally as hushed tone, plopping down on the other side of the hammock already sucking on a lemon drop.
Swooping down overhead, Sugar of course comes to join him and collect her silence-tax, and Ronin surrenders some of the caramels for her to take away and potentially share with Remi's companion, if she's quick enough. In the meantime, waving a hand to tell Melita to absolutely go ahead, the Knight is clearly more invested in the snacks at this moment in time.
What good are hands if there's nothing that they hold
Remi, who has raised four toddlers at various times—not to mention the fuckery Oria and Sugar were wont to get up to when the pair decided to zoom around the houseboat like a pair of cats—has gotten very good at ignoring distractions while sleeping.
Though the tickle of Melita's markers will at times cause the Bastion to twitch his nose or shift away from her, his eyes remain closed and his breath regular and deep. On his finger, Ronin will be able to feel the slow pulse of his husband's heart beat indicating that at least for the time being, he's still in quite a deep sleep.
And what good are hearts if you bury them all alone?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Melita arched her brow at Ronin, before shrugging and swapping markers, this time a bright red. Maybe he meant the food. She paused momentarily though, watching and waiting to see if Remi twitched or moved, before laboring on; as if she were face-painting some elaborate designs, when this time it was simply a weird, cross-eyed dog on the side of his cheek. On an afterthought, she gave it wings, so then it resembled a very strange looking dragon.
“How have you two been?” She whispered in polite conversation, and then stopped entirely when Remi’s movements caused a shift, and she had to tiptoe around to the other side. “I may have to uh…not go to Starfall,” and she waved her hand in Ronin’s direction, figuring she wouldn’t need to make much of an explanation as to why.
He absolutely meant the food; speaking of which, as Melita settles down to draw all over his husband's face, Ronin has discovered the bag of pretzels and is munching on them quite happily as all of this chaos takes place. "Good, all things considered," he says, his voice necessarily hushed but the tone honest, at least until he has to stifle a laugh at the badly drawn dog-dragon on Remi's cheek.
Shifting to make room for the Honeybee beside him as she switches locations to better utilise her canvas, Ronin nods his gentle understanding. "I thought as much. To be honest, we'll be in need of just as many people back here as those who go. We need to be ready for the possibility that... well. We might not make it back from there."
And if they don't, Caido's future might well rest in Melita's marker-stained hands.
07-12-2024, 12:41 PM (This post was last modified: 07-12-2024, 12:42 PM by Remi.)
REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands if there's nothing that they hold
Mmmm, sleeping. 100 words of Remi sleeping.
See him there, drooling slightly because he's sleeping. If he snores, it's only occasionally, much as Ronin would probably have you believe otherwise. Stretch, shift, sniff; because he's sleeping.
Eventually, he becomes gradually more fidgety even while remaining mostly motionless. His fingertips begin to flinch against the hammock and his nose twitches more than it had been before.
100 words of Remi sleeping, but perhaps not much more than that.
And what good are hearts if you bury them all alone?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
On contemplation, a rare occurrence, Melita snagged at the black maker again and began doodling an outline of Ludo on Remi’s other cheek. It had a very goofy adornment, but all in all she was pleased. Enough so that she shrugged, capped it, and quietly, carefully, put the entirety of the artistic flourish back into her bag and away.
Ronin’s notions were a bit grim, so the Honeybee’s face adorned into a frown while she thought, snagging at some of the snacks and began wafting them under Remi’s nose – figuring he’d like to participate in the conversation, rather than them just gabbing around him. “That doesn’t sound…great. But it makes me wonder if we should be doing something too. Or what we can do…” because of the now weaker subset (irritatingly so, she’d admit, but she had no intentions of staying that way for long).
Giving and granting a stage whisper, she glanced at the array of food again. “What’s his favorite?”
"Well, this is sort of what I wanted to discuss at the meeting. Part of it, anyway," Ronin admits with a shrug. What they might be able to do between all of them, those newer demigods and the ones who have marched through war once before now. Could they help with training, could they put anything in place, ask for anything? "I'll be seeing Vi beforehand either way." He can say it officially now that the thread has been made, too.
Smirking to see Mel attempt to rouse Remi's attention and gazing with unfettered affection at his doodled-upon husband, the Knight shrugs his shoulders a little. "Try the pretzels. He isn't nearly as much of a foodie as I am, but I do happen to know he prefers savoury to sweet." And if he doesn't, then years of sandwiches dunked in wine and crackers laden with cheese have gone to unintentional waste.
What good are hands if there's nothing that they hold
Whether it's the food or happenstance, as Melita begins waving the pretzels beneath his nose both she and Ronin will see the Bastion begin to properly shift into wakefulness. Yawning, Remi rolls his chin from left to right before his eyes drowsily begin to open, only to snap all the way as his peripheral vision catches both his husband and a rather easily recognizable mess of red hair. "Wh—"
Pushing his elbows beneath himself in order to somewhat sit up, he glances from left to right, eyeing Honeybee and Knight suspiciously. "...how nice of you both to keep such a close eye on me while I was napping." He mutters, his chin tilted slightly before he tried to glance surreptitiously down the length of his body, expecting to see himself buried in blushberries or worse.
And what good are hearts if you bury them all alone?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Ah, so she’d been jumping the gun, so to speak. But it would be nice to come there with some breadth of knowledge, rather than flying by the seat of her pants again and again. “Okay,” she nodded, hoping for a little more – though her eyes widened significantly, at the mention of Vi, as she grabbed hold of the knotted and salted biscuits, taking some for herself first. “Vi seems the type to have a solid plan.” Like an adult.
Remi’s rousing came with ample amounts of warranted suspicion, but the Honeybee just batted her eyes in greeting. “Oh hey - I came to talk to you both,” came with a catlike grin, which wasn’t a lie, just intentionally vague. “Pretzels?” She handed the bag over just the same, nibbling on a few of hers while considering the next question buoyed behind her teeth. “I wanted to ask about Ludo,” and she glanced Ronin’s way too, uncertain if he’d ever talked to the trickster herald or not. “And um, your experiences with it.” Given the demigodhood of it all.
