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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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Got a head full of noise About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid I got a mind in the gutter Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
It'd taken longer than she liked to get their affairs in order to make it work, but she'd meant it when she told Thorn they were going on a little trip to the Hollowed Grounds. At least they made it here before the chill set in too heavily, and the light dusting of snow here is only a hint of what they'll be getting back home, especially as the season deepens. For now though, she's content to watch the spill of frost from the grey skies outside. It's midday, though it's hard to notice for the storm and the wind that bends the trees outside.
She's found a nook by the window, kept warm with nearby fire and plush seating, the natural light, dimmed as it is, enough to let her read the page she has cracked open. Her legs are propped up on the lounging wall, close enough to knock at Thorn nearby. She glances up from her story about a dashing hero and does just that. "Find anything worth reading?" she asks, indicating that she clearly, had not yet found something to draw her in.
Got the wind in my hair I got nowhere to go so I'm already there Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
The Ground had changed a whole fucking lot since the last time Thorn had stepped foot into it. And with Colt at his side and buried under a thick sweater with a backpack slung over his shoulder, he’s keen on taking in all the changes. The Inner Quarter is a new adjustment, where some portions of it appear the same, but even the Atheneum had changed a bit since the last time he’d been in.
He's already started to wear himself out from admiring the built in shelving, the molding that goes across it to give it a relatively opulent look etched into the oak. So he’s finally calmed down enough to snag a few books by the desk, propped up with coffee steaming from the cup at his side. He’s deeply invested in this random book, one that would probably bore the fuck out of Colt. So when she asks him if he found anything worth reading, Thorn’s gaze pops up from the edge of the book and reveals his amused smile in the creases of his eyes. “Yeah. You’d find it pretty borin’ though.” He drawls, hoisting the book up a little higher to show the spine that says The Book of Houses.
"Did you find anthin'?" He's going to assume not, based off her distraction in asking him the question.
09-04-2025, 12:49 PM (This post was last modified: 09-08-2025, 03:33 PM by Colt.)
COLT
Got a head full of noise About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid I got a mind in the gutter Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
He's been a bit like a kid in a candy shop as they've walked through some of the more impressive buildings this region has to boast. There is certainly some splendid flare to be found in the monuments of structure erected here, and though they'll never beat the impact of a sweeping plain in her mind, she can appreciate the feat of the architecture. It's something new to admire certainly, and there's intricacies of beauty laid into all the angles and the curves, designs made real from thoughts and hands and occasionally gods. It is magnificent in its own right.
She leans forward a bit as he holds his book aloft, confusion scrunching her features. Book of horses she reads at first, not sure why he'd be reading that, or why she wouldn't like it. Houses, oh. She flops back against her comfortable rest with a short laugh, sinking back into the folds of her navy and tan woolen poncho. Predictable, but adorable. "Tell me one interesting thing about a house," she says with a fond sigh. "I haven't found shit, so, go on." Her head tilts against her shoulder, expectant.
Got the wind in my hair I got nowhere to go so I'm already there Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
He is like a kid in a candy store with the way he’s been absorbing everything so readily. And for the moment, he’s extremely cozy and content to curl up in the warm sofa with coffee still steaming up from the side table as he shows Colt the book he’s reading from. He assumes correct that she’s bored enough to ask him questions about his book, such that he’s even more ready to indulge her in his random fun facts.
His grin sharpens, playful as he hoists himself up a bit higher. “Bronze doorknobs sanitize themselves.” He says without missing a beat, grinning his sharp pale smile over toward her. “The metal makes ‘em antimicrobial.” Not that most houses did have bronze doorknobs, but it might be a neat factor to include in someone’s front door if only so that germs weren’t so easily picked up by strangers popping by for visits and the like.
Got a head full of noise About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid I got a mind in the gutter Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
The fact he doesn't even require time to think, apparently always locked and loaded with house trivia, makes a grin spread like fire on her face. It does earn a surprised bounce of her 'brows though, and she tilts a bit further off the edge of her lounge towards him. "Is that right?" She's earnest in her interest and appreciation of this fact, even as she flops back over onto her back and stares above at the high ceilings with a thoughtful wag to her crossed feet. "How come healers don't operate out of all brass buildings then?" Or why aren't more doorknobs brass?
"Would be nice to have a house that cleans itself," she sighs wistfully, her train of thought clearly branching off from self sanitizing to self dusting and scrubbing. "Y'think Frey would bless my house if I asked? Could even just be a sexy butler spirit." Her smile is absurd at this point, and she chuckles airily at the idea. Seems a bit over the top to ask a god to arrange spiritual housekeeping, but after so many years of it she's tired of feeling like Sisyphus with laundry and dishes.
Got the wind in my hair I got nowhere to go so I'm already there Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
“It is right.” He teases, nose wrinkling with the grin he shoots her way. “They can get kinda funky lookin’. More expensive usually than other metals.” He shrugs thoughtfully, before another thought occurs. “An’ maybe some of ‘em utilize magic to clean so it doesn’t matter that much.” Something he hadn’t thought of, despite having healing magic himself.
But definitely something to think about.
As she mentions a house that cleans itself, Thorn snickers and closes the book and leans against the back of the seat toward her. “Y’could try. Or just have a butler that’s Abandoned.” He bounces his brows, giving a wave of his hand to let his telekinesis magic flip through a few pages of her books with a knowing wink.
Got a head full of noise About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid I got a mind in the gutter Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
She sighs, overly dramatic about it, at the mention of just cleaning up with magic. "I'm sure you're right—how dull." Seems better to call them boring than admit she's immensely jealous for all the handy things magic from fingertips can do—her spirits are a lot less cooperative, and she can't just whip them out whenever she wants. At the sudden turning of her pages though, she cuts a sly glance back towards Thorn, one 'brow arching up in suggestive disbelief. "Oh? You offering sugar, because I could pick out the cutest outfit for you if so." She's jesting, mostly—he's probably got much cuter outfits anyway.
Snapping her book shut and flopping it down by her feet, she turns back onto her side to better look at him. "What do you say we brave the cold and go see something else? We can read in any old place, I wanna make sure we get our fill while we're here." In other words, she's too restless to read, and the break they've taken thus far to do so seems like plenty to send them back out into wandering adventure.
Got the wind in my hair I got nowhere to go so I'm already there Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
A bark of a laugh leaves him at her question, rolling his eyes in a touch of exasperation. “What, y’gonna dress me up like a cowgirl maid?” He asks, teasing her playfully as he grins at her, nose wrinkling with the amusement that brightens his face. He closes the book shortly after Colt does, setting it to the side.
“Sure, I’m good with that. Let’s get some lunch too, yeah? Maybe some place has spiked cocoa.” He hums thoughtfully, standing up and snagging his fur lined jacket, slipping it on and buttoning it up to keep the heat in, tucking his scarf around his neck to cover part of his chin. Slipping the book back on the shelf, the courtesan nudges Colt with his elbow and starts heading back toward the entrance.
