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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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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Well after engagements and parties, Melita made her way towards King’s End and the bright, recently developed portions of New Haven. She skipped and frolicked, as some demonic lithe figure might, completely unbothered by the traumas she’d caused and inflicted nearby with just the merest and most insane bouts of trickery at her disposal. She was half-inclined to scare someone nearby just because, but with other motives on her mind, she and her companions merely continued on more familiar pathways to her uncle’s house.
The item in the bottom of her bag rattled and rolled along, equally unfazed by her antics. A find from the market shops, and probably not worth shit, but she’d traded and bartered enough for her own entertainment.
Knocking on Sunjata’s door, in lieu of bursting in and ending up seeing something she didn’t want to view, she waited on the steps, rocking back and forth on her heels.
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
He has a very distinct knock — and while yeah he probably should be doing a better job of staying out of sight (particularly in case Koa comes back around), Sunjata finds himself relaxing to hear Melita’s very specific knock. “Just a sec!” He calls out, his accent pouring over the words as he wipes his hands on the dish towel on his shoulder after cleaning up their breakfast.
Humming a note to Petronella that’s curled up comfortably in her little bed, Sunjata ensures that she doesn’t need to come and see what the fuss was about. The door unlocks, swings open easily, and the smile that graces his face to see Melita is one of genuine happiness to see her. “Hey heuningby.” He pushes away from the door to let her in, so that he can finish cleaning up the kitchen before moving onto whatever it was Melita had planned for the day. “What’d you think of the town?” He probes playfully, looking over his shoulder to scan her face.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Unaware that Koa had discovered Sunjata’s little sickness secret and was currently spreading it outward (get it?), Melita had done herself proud and kept all of that to only herself. And well, Dahlia. And the minor lecture given to her uncle.
And then there he was, and they could begin to wander in. Fangorn gave a merry wave of his vines while Sila settled on her shoulder, trusting in that comfort. “Hey,” she gave on a quick smile. “It’s nice.” Which wasn’t an understatement; fresh, new, without all the ancient ghosts like the Grounds, or the calamity of Torchline’s underbelly, or the cold determination settled amidst Halo. She wouldn’t even touch the casual better-than-you vibes of Stormbreak. “Have you had a lot of people moving in?”
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
A soft rumble of a hello is given to Fangorn with the wave of the vine, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes for a moment as he steps aside for his niece to step in. He shuts the door behind her easily as Petronella decides to ignore the idea of staying on the little bed Sunjata had tried to keep her to – if only so the sea panther could go and greet Fangorn and Melita – allowing Sila the avoidance she often preferred.
“Thanks.” He says with a hint of pride glimmering through as he steps beside her to get back into the kitchen, dying off all the things he’d washed. “We have, yeah. It’s easy having the Skyport right there and it be kind of the heart of King’s End.” Sunjata murmurs, head tilting slightly as he checks to ensure the plate is dry. “Though I guess that was the goal. Making it more like a well inhabited region rather than the wilds.” Like it used to be. “Soooo, what’s on the agenda today?” He asks as he puts it away and folds the towel that had been over his tattooed shoulder – giving his niece his full attention.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
She followed along, arms behind her back, intending to see what he’d been working on out of curiosity and snoopiness. Sila and Fangorn trailed behind, though the gourd gave a hardy grumble towards the sea panther in affable friendliness.
Disappointed to see it was only dishes, rather than food, she hummed to herself, nodding at his explanations. It all made sense to her – but then again she’d never been interested in establishing or running a kingdom; the order amidst the madness wasn’t something she’d easily come by. “Cool.” As for the question, her grin grew broader, and she brought forth the item she’d brought. “A magic eight ball! I found it in the shops. Thought it’d be fun.” She gave it a shake without asking a question though, and the answer inside bobbed around with no clear indication of anything. “Wanna try?”
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
There is no food out on the table, but there are fruit that sit in a bowl by where Sunjata’s cleaning up, and some leftovers remaining in case she is hungry, should she want to eat. But for the moment, he’s focused entirely on that bold grin that often times meant trouble on the horizon when she reveals to him the item she’d brought. “Oh I haven’t seen one of these in years.” Sunjata drawls, his accented rumble of a laugh escaping his throat as he leans against the counter toward it, his steel gaze flitting up to scan her face.
“Of course I wanna try. What kinda question is that?” Sunjata drawls, as if she would know he wouldn’t let a chance pass up to give it a whirl. It was a trinket that reminded him of Korofi, something similar with the sheer fact that it amounted to nothing but it was still fun in a stupid time wasting kind of way.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
She made a beeline towards one of the strawberries, snagging it while Fangorn and Sila amused themselves. The acceptance seemed easygoing, and she handed over the magic eight ball to its first victim. Opting for a chair at the table, she pondered over the complexities of something so simple and mundane; amusing, at the very least, when it really didn’t matter. “Do you believe in all these fortune things?” She waved her arm in the air for emphasis, uncertain if she did or not – believing in carving her own fate along the wake of so many disasters. And starting within Caido, uprooted for the third time, she’d had no idea that her pathway would’ve led here; amidst wars, ruin, death, and demigodhood. It’d only ever been just survival.
Head tilting, she grinned again. “What’re you going to ask?”
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
Getting out of her way so as to not get mowed down as she snags a strawberry, the Flood gladly takes the magic 8 ball as he approaches the table she’s settled at – content to let Petronella continue to indulge in more companion friends and distract herself while Sunjata occupies himself with a game that’s been so long since he’d played it. He remains standing by the table, feeling the toy in his hands as he starts to think up a question when Melita’s own has him pause – snorting. “No. I did when I was younger, but, nah.” None of it had come true, at least. Caido was maybe different, but for Sunjata? Back in Korofi, things had been dire and there had been no successful telling of fortunes since.
As for his question, he rolls the magic 8 ball a little bit in his hands as he contemplates and shoots her a crooked smile and a shrug. “Let’s go classic, huh? Will I ever be able to successfully cook?” Shooting Melita a playful grin, Sunjata shakes the magic 8 ball and peers down at it to see what the answer is as it arrives to the surface.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Maybe it’d been the folly of youth then – to believe in things out of one’s control. Or in some form of ulterior persuasions and motivations, trifling in the mire of too many semblances all at once. When he didn’t ask her in return, she was relieved; uncertain what her answer would be. The Honeybee didn’t dream of being a toy for fate.
But then he was asking questions, and she meandered over to watch and bear witness to the response. Snorting at the inquiry itself, and finishing off one strawberry before intending to mow down a second, her eyes caught the telltale bubbling of the die remaining and lodged amidst liquid fixtures. “It is decidedly so.” Her brows went upward, gaze going askew. “Huh. Maybe you’ve gotten better.”
She grasped the object of out his hands soon after. “My turn~,” she hummed, shaking and rattling the thing ridiculously. “Will I be a good demigod?” She asked with a wrinkle to her nose, as if she was still uncertain about the pragmatics of such an occupation. When the bubbles conformed, they eventually read out ‘you may rely on it’.
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
Watching the answer bubble to the surface, the dark liquid clearing up when it presses against the clear portion, his question still hanging in the air. The answer is one that sparks a brighter grin on his face, twisted awkwardly from the scar on his face as feathers flit down his neck, puffed up in pride. “Ha! I knew it.” Pride continues to flare from the navy feathers nestled into his hair and the rest of his neck.
Letting her take it, he cranes over toward her to hear her question and to watch as it muddles from being shaken, to rise to the surface. “You may rely on it.” He airs into the space between them, flashing his niece a softer smile. “Of course you’ll be good. You’re the perfect kind of trickster for Ludo.” He says confidently, sitting back on his heels to snag the magic 8 ball to shake it again.
“Did I make a good choice choosing Frey over Safrin?” He thinks he did, even if the ball tells him he’s wrong.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Emboldened by the fanciful, whimsical, and mindless sort of mercurial efforts of the magic eight ball, she grinned loftier as soon as her own fortune was read across the blue liquid and silly square. Proud and not the least bit dignified, her smile grew into Cheshire munitions, sitting back in her chair and settling in for another strawberry. “Yeah, I guess I am. I even set up a big ass water balloon fight in Stormbreak.” As if this might perhaps be some sort of crowning achievement.
Though she didn’t expect the potentially serious nature of Sunjata’s inquiry to continue, and her brow arched. Watching as the answer came to light, she gave a shrug, and a more devious snicker. “Without a doubt.” Touche’.
Taing her turn, she shook it ridiculously, putting far more muscle into the movements and thought into the question. “Will I ever be a good singer?” came to light instead. It rounded immediately to ‘my sources say no’.
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
Snorting to hear the organized chaos that Melita had started in Stormbreak, Sunjata flashes her an amused smile as he snags the magic eight ball from her hands to ask his question. “Get anyone good with it?” He asks before he asks his question to the toy, uncaring whether or not it would even give him a result. But as the answer comes, he does find a small thread of tension within him relaxing to see it.
He absolutely did make a good decision.
Releasing it to her hold as she asks her question, Sunjata leans against the table and snags a strawberry for himself before he reads it and barks an accented laugh. “It’s okay. I can’t sing for shit, personally.” They both could sing horribly enough to make everyone wish their mouths were sewn shut. And he’d be perfectly fine with that, he thinks.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
“A lot of annoying people,” she remarked with a bat of her eyes, prouder than she needed to be about the whole thing. “They seem so serious in Stormbreak.” Calling for the Dragoons as soon as shit hit the fan seemed a bit ridiculous to her; but the again, she’d spent many years in Torchline now, where most individuals wouldn’t be surprised to be assaulted by water balloons. Or at the very least, much more willing to take a joke. ‘Outlook good’ popped up at his question regardless, earning her another Cheshire grin.
Though she wrinkled her nose immediately at the answer to hers, scoffing. “My mom was really good at it,” she mentioned off-handedly, one of the core memories she had of the woman. Beginning to shake it again, she conjured another inquiry out into the open. “Will we ever be rid of this Starfall nonsense?” A yes bolstered through, causing her to arch her brow, and then pass it back over to her uncle.
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
Snorting his agreement, Sunjata nods and snags a strawberry for himself. “They are. Always have been, right?” He asks with a bounce of his scarred brow before he settles in and sees the answer to his previous question that hadn’t really been a question – and he meets Melita’s cheshire grin with a deep accented laugh of his own.
It softens and soothes, though, when he’s telling her that he can’t sing either. To hear that her mother could earns a small frown, and he steps a little bit closer to squeeze his nieces shoulder before he produces a strawberry for her once she’s shaken the ball and asked her question. “Oh good.” Sunjata says, because it had been vague enough to not want him to have to explain which side he’d chosen (which side has been chosen for him, at least for now), and he trades Melita the strawberry for the magic eight ball with a roguish smile.
“Will things go back to normal?” He asks curiously, shaking the ball before his steel gaze focuses on it to see the answer.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
