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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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I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
Quite disappointed that their dad hasn't returned her wave, and she isn't the topic of any of the conversation despite the many looks, Nova decides that she's done listening to the boring rambles about who gets to hold the 'fAncY kEy.' She mocks them in her head with silly voices (obviously Jack's is the highest): "No you take the key." "No you." "I think you're such a wonderful person, so you must be the most qualified." "You're so kind, but really, I must insist that you take the key." Back and forth like a never ending seesaw. It makes her want to gag on just how brain-numbing it all is. Let the 'adults' talk about all their nonsense. She'd much rather explore the building and the water's edge.
Grabbing Calypso by the hand, she shoots Vesper a parting thought filled with promises not to get in too much trouble before whispering conspiratorially, "Let's go explore. Maybe we can find that shell we need for our quest!" She contains her giggle somewhat as she leads the way through the marble structure, marveling at the architecture. Nova is especially fascinated by a domed garden that filters in the bright rays of sunlight. She might have paused to admire the colorful plants if she hadn't seen the pillars ahead, leading out to the coastline. The soft sound of ocean water mixed with the salty breeze brought out a laugh as she led her sister forward. "This is the perfect place to look! I'm sure Vespy will come find us once their done droning on and on and on about boring political business. Maybe he'll even bring back some juicy gossip about their thoughts!" The idea has her squeezing Caly's hand with excitement. Although they all seem cooperative enough, she wonders if any of them are hiding any delicious secrets.
Like the flitting of a bird, Nova jumps back to the objective at hand, scanning the sandy beach for any large shells that catch her eyes while she hums pleasantly.
Stifling the roll of his eyes with an effort of willpower gained by sheer practice, in the end Jack has to block Nova out completely lest he be unable to focus on the boring adult conversation at hand. Hearing out Hadama and Flora, he's surprised but pleasantly so to hear the preference tilt towards the Doubletake, and he nods his agreement. "Sounds as thought that's a choice easily made, then," he says, clearly having no objection to it.
"An' if nothin' else, we've fulfilled the request for us to get together and chat about it, no?" Not that he believes there's anything further to discuss from here, the captain glancing fleetingly towards Vesper (having noticed the girls departing, but nothing more) and nodding to him, before he settles back to lean more comfortably against the wall.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
It does seem to be a decision quite easily made, and Isla smiles as she realises it - as much a fan of a debate as anyone else (er, or not, Isla), there's something to be said for a quick consensus, and she nods up to Flora at both her reasoning and her being the most suited to hold the key for the stargate. "From all I've heard, you've been present for most of the things falling onto Torchline's shores lately as well. Hopefully we can use that gate next time something happens."
Smiling to Hadama, appreciative of his contribution too, the medic straightens up and prepares to take her leave. Both leaders are well aware of her job and the ways it can become necessarily urgent at a moment's notice, so she hopes they won't look down on her for ducking out now that it looks as though things have been agreed.
11-30-2024, 12:45 PM (This post was last modified: 11-30-2024, 12:48 PM by Calypso.)
send me flying babe, wearing diamonds down
Curiosity really starts to get the better of the young woman, despite her siblings sticking nearby. Her gaze drifts, calculatingly between Flora and Hadama, taking them in and their answers to the questions that everyone else pinpoints. Nova’s question is met with a quiet agreement from Calypso, one that meshes with the one from her brother’s own. “Probably.” Her curiosity remains glued to the two leaders as they explain, mentioning that Flora should have it. Turning her head to peer at her brother with a soft yet somehow sly smile as he makes his agreement, Calypso flashes a wink toward Nova as she straightens a little. Caly nods her head in agreement toward her brother, her blonde pony bouncing with the movement before she shifts her weight and folds her arms across her chest, flashing a beaming smile at Flora despite not knowing who she was. She’s pretty, at least, and powerful it seemed – two things that Calypso could absolutely admire. But as it stands, distraction comes from her sister who snags her hand, and she flashes an amused smile to Vesper as they part toward the beach, scanning for those shells their mother required for the trinkets they intended to make. “It isn’t all bad, Nova.” She tuts playfully, scouting for the shells as she mulls over her own silent yearning for strength.
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
Having grown up as close as physically possible to her siblings, it's hard for anything to surprise her, yet Calypso's statement makes her pause. Her head tilts, gentle perplexion shadowing her amused smile. "Really? Does that stuff interest you?" The world of 'politics' doesn't seem nearly bright enough to warrant her sister's attention, let alone be graced by her presence. However, Nova isn't one to discourage Caly from anything, knowing full well that the Marin triplets are capable of conquering whatever they set their sights on. If her sister expresses any desires (no matter how strange she might find them), Nova will be the most supportive and colorful cheerleader to ever bless the universe. And she will make sure her sister succeeds.
With those pleasant thoughts in mind, she finds a bundle of shells settled against a nearby rock. A particularly large conch sits nestled in the sand, its pink spiral catching her attention. "Oh! I think this'll be perfect!" She picks it up to brush the sand from its delicate shell, gently placing her ear to its opening. A soft whooshing sound echoes from within, making her smile brighten impossibly further. She offers it to her sister with outstretched arms. "Listen!"
Had Flora known that in a few short weeks following this meeting she'd be dead, she might have agreed to take the key with far less modesty than she aimed for. Instead, it was with a crooked and somewhat hesitant smile that she glanced at those who voted in her favour, before hazarding a glance toward Hadama to see what his impression of it all might be. Given how capable he'd proved himself to be against the Family the queen could understand why he'd be on board with her having the key, especially given how much time he spent in the mercity below.
"If you're sure?" Lifting her brows, the Doubletake offers the Tidebreaker a smile that grows all the more crooked before turning to glance at those assembled (noting that Jack's children had all but disappeared). "Cool, well...I guess that's that? Free drinks at the Tavern for everyone here!" Who didn't love being rewarded for doing their civic duty, mm?
~FIN
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense why the wound is still bleedin'
