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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, I feel the same way," Danta agrees with a wrinkle of his nose. "If I'm going to rise up and haunt people, I'd quite like to do it by choice rather than because some creepy place turned me into a wandering spirit." He turns his back to the distant barrows. "If I'm lucky, when I decide I'm done I can arrange myself into a nice pose and have someone freeze me into a statue. Put me up in the Temple somewhere, maybe."
If you'd asked him even a season ago whether that was really plausible, Danta would have freely expressed his doubt. Now, though, with an uneasy peace falling over Caido? It feels more likely than being actively mauled to death by something, and that's quite nice.
"What about you?" he asks. "Will you become an ice sculpture in Halo?" he wonders, grinning. By that point, of course, Deimos is making his bag of holding, and Danta immediately falls silent and distracted as he sees it simply become in the Sword's hands. "Shit, that's clever," he breathes, accepting the gift with clear awe and gratitude on his face. "I'll make sure it sees some good use," he promises with a nod.
Dantalion
i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He could picture the Maverick clambering about from parlors, lounges, or bars, opting to inflict some psychological paranoia or damage upon his enemies – but certainly never wholly at random, or because the world forced him to. “Agreed.” The spite and pettiness should’ve echoed for intentional motivations and rationales. Deimos could think of scores of his own to settle, and he had no doubt that Dantalion was much the same. He laughed at the last portions though. “And then they can pay their respects?” An arch to his brow followed, to signify his tease.
As for ice sculptures in Halo, he shook his head. “Doubtful. All the funerals I have attended have been on pyres.” Or sky burials, but he’d never been witness to it – only discussions about past lives lost amidst the wintry world. So they’d be returned to either the sky or the earth, in some shape of form, ash and bracken and gone. He didn’t dwell on it much, having died in previous lands, gone over to icy caverns and bones laden where worlds no longer existed.
At the acceptance of the bag bestowal though, he grinned, content with the arrangement. He had no doubts on Danta’s preclusion on filling the bag – just with what, the Sword purposefully didn’t ask. “Mm. Let me know if you need anything else. And we do have a new hot springs in Halo.”
"Oh, but of course. I won't be aware of it given that I'll be a rock, but I expect flower garlands, offerings, that sort of thing," Danta says with a ready grin, and though his mind is still half on his would-be worshippers, he does raise his eyebrows to hear of Halo's funeral customs. "On pyres?" he repeats. "The place just went up a few notches in my estimation." He's unsure whether Ancients burn after death (what with their magic dying with them) and he's not keen to try it out himself for obvious reasons, but he can think of much worse ways to return to the earth.
Still, with the bag of holding now in hand, Danta grins and shrugs it onto one shoulder, giving it a fond pat. "I'll certainly do that," he assures him. "And a hotspring, you say? The seasons are creeping on a bit to head up there, but maybe next year when you're at your warmest, I'll brave another visit." For now, though, it at least seems as though they have freed King's End from more spectral villi.
"I'd better be off," he says. "I didn't mean to fly quite this far. It's easy to do with a big shift - though I imagine you can relate."
Dantalion
i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
Deimos thought Danta would’ve preferred a whole litany of ridiculous things at his stony statue, but then again, since he wouldn’t truly be there, perhaps it didn’t matter. He laughed just the same, snorting amidst their darker bouts of humor. “Glad to hear,” that Halo had gone up in some aspirations – though maybe never enough to have the world swarm there (something he preferred; their fortified walls and snow up there below the mountains, left mostly alone).
Nodding along at the assertions, he knew he’d need to be heading out soon too. “Nice to see you, regardless,” working on his honesty and friendships, even if it came with a shrug of his shoulders and another low, rumbling chuckle. It felt strange not to be hastening off fortunes or luck or to ensure heed in the traces of so many other things, so instead he extended a wave, beginning to call Belial back so they could venture home as well. “Take care.”
