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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
“Gods,” she half-muttered under her breath, eyes taking in the massive building, nose wrinkling already at the ostentatious spires and airs of sagacity, wisdom, barely had ever deigned to share. Maybe she was envious – bothered that such a world had existed for so long and not many others had access to it. Or perhaps she found it dull; much more entertained by the thought of learning along the haphazard wakes of the world, rather than reading about someone else’s adventures in tome upon tome. “This place looks dullllll,” she dragged on, rolling her eyes as she placed her hands deeper into her jacket pockets.
But then again, she was with her uncle, so they could probably come up with something to antagonize others and amuse themselves. “Wanna try something with your magic?” came with its own mischievous grin upon the suggestion, easy imploring for the Flood to fall into prior antics.
His nose is already wrinkling at the sight of it – turning toward Melita when she makes her complaints, nodding his agreement. “Reminds me of Korofi, kind of.” Like the vast colleges they had, spaces where Sunjata had spent part of his time to learn and focus on his studies before his father had sent him to the training center. Half here, half there, learning to become somebody he would never end up being.
That was a long time ago, though, and he doesn’t have to go and learn about flood seasons or literacy, and so when she speaks his head tilts toward her, scarred brow lifted as his grey gaze scans her face. “Sure.” He says without hesitating, though he doesn’t know what he’s trying. “What are you thinking of trying?” He wonders if it has to do with her magic she’d told him about, in which case which one should he use for her to nab.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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
Anytime her uncle mentioned Korofi, it sounded like an abject hellhole – which had Melita’s nose wrinkling too. Not asking how he’d managed to survive there, she’d heard a couple other stories, her eyes went towards the patrons walking in and out of the building, looking oh so serious, gaze rendered to their books and studies or on nothing at all. It wouldn’t take much to render these people either amused, surprised, or shocked; she wondered if they’d ever seen anything exciting in their lives (besides, y’know, towers always seeming to fall the fuck down).
She already had an idea forming, so when Sunjata asked, her smile brightened, beamed, a threat to anyone else around. “Do you think you could make it rain or snow…but like, inside?” Pointing towards the door, then making little finger movements with her hands to signify showers or droplets, she tilted her head, hoping to hear an earnest ‘yes’.
It was a pretty shitty place to be – and even given all the bullshit he’s endured here in Caido, it was still leagues better than what likely would have been his life had he stayed back home. So he settles a little as she begins to speculate the ideas running around in her head, deciding what kind of mischief she’d like to cause.
And gods, it’s been quite a while since Sunjata has sparked a little mischief himself. It seems quietly fitting that it’s in Stormbreak of all places, too. So he snorts, nodding and uses his water magic to start letting little drifts of snow as though it’s on a random breeze begin to fall from the ceiling, startling those within that were going about their otherwise mundane tasks. “Fuck yeah, I can do that.” He mutters to Melita with a crooked grin and a playful wink.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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
Pretending, and not well, to be absorbed in another task, she snickered behind a sheet of paper she’d snagged from a nearby desk, watching as the drifts of snow began to curl around the area. Blinks of confusion seemed to swirl around the students and individuals hovering nearby, some staring blankly, stupidly, up towards the ceiling, while more clever patrons began to check the windows, as if a draft had curled and contorted the sudden shoer into the midst. “Heh,” she grinned and chuckled, before reaching out to boop her uncle right at his elbow.
“Can you make it fall right on them too?” Like a pile of snow adrift on their heads, across their shoulders, while she worked on striving to match the incantations, tugging at the chaotic strands of elements suddenly whirling and beckoning within her grasp.
Snorting, Sunjata nods his head to her question – lips quirking slightly into a small lopsided smirk that he hides with the way he pretends to look just as confused as everyone else. He feels Melita’s boop and thinks nothing of it, aside from the magic she’d mentioned earlier and is a touch excited to see what she might be able to cultivate with the magic he’s got on display.
"Yeah. Super easily." So the question is met with a short nod, not enough to be obvious it’s him causing it, as the snow begins to fall more directly onto the people – piling up heavily on shoulders of people sitting at tables and desks that aren’t moving as much as the rest of the group in their confusion, and when he’s satisfied it’s starting to go just how Melita wanted it to go, he glances back over at her curiously to see what she might do.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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
Melita had grown used to magic – the chaotic little intricacies now lined and laced within her veins. But this was new and wild in elemental prowess – more fine-tuned than the bedlam shapes pressing and pervading below the surface. It felt like liquid and ice, water devised into all its intricacies, and she grinned, devilish incarnate, before realizing that would look far more guilty.
So while she watched her uncle shape the powder upon individuals’ shoulders (some brushing it off, too enamored with their studying to notice) and desks, the incessant shrieking nearby was music to her ears. Many began looking at one another and trying to figure out the root cause, and all the while, they could watch, amused without giving too much away.
It was difficult for the Honeybee to not giggle and laugh though, as soon as she summoned the elements for her own devices. Rather than do anything casual, this was a ferocious, but little and mighty force – dropping miniscule icicles down the backs of necks and clothing, and bearing witness to the mayhem brewing and ensuing. “This is awesome,” she whispered in return.
His magic is different from hers inherently. Ludo, providing the chaos and the playful uncertainties in instances such as her Wild Magic, this one she can hone and anticipate that it’ll do precisely what she wants it to do. So he watches as the snow piles up on shoulders and heads and in little piles on desks that people groan and shove off onto the floor only to eventually melt into a little puddle.
He thankfully hides his amusement behind a lightning scarred hand, acting as surprised as the rest of them as he looks up and around for the cause – pretending to join in on the finger pointing and the blame. He spies Melita’s additions with people rushing by that stop still with their immediate jutting up of their posture and yelps that echo across the collegium, as even more chaos ensues.
“Nice.” He whispers to her as he continues to pretend to be absolutely shocked.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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
Melita probably would never be the best actor for the cause – but she pretended as best she could, her mouth rounding into a little o as if surprised by the elements clambering downwards, reaching out to catch a stray snowflake as portions of the library descended into chaos, confusion, and bewilderment. Some screeched with mighty yelps as her icy additions plunged down the backs of shirts or along necks, and it was difficult to stop that wayward grin from flickering back and forth on her face.
Changing her tactics, she wound the elements into one bountiful mess of ice, rime, and water, letting it soak into the floorboards nearby – it’d be another shock if and when people, in the mass chaos, began to tread and slip or simply get wet socks and shoes (a travesty of its own).
At the compliments, especially while using his own incantations, she whispered back “How do you not do this every day? I’d have way too much fun,” in terrorizing the general public.
Sunjata’s had many years being an actor and practicing keeping his true motivations hidden. Melita, on the other hand, does her best to pretend to be surprised even as she launches her icicle assault along the backs of necks to a chorus of yelps and shock that flit through the Collegium. It’s a challenge for him to not laugh, to hide the twitch of his lips as people continue to bolt and scurry across the way.
Only to scurry perfectly into the chaos that Melita has sewn for them. They reach the ice sheet on the floor that Melita has created and Sunjata watches as he continues to let the snow fall upon them as they slide and shriek and slide back into each other as they try desperately to stop.
“I’m kind’ve the only one that has all this water magic. Makes it hard to get away with it.” He mutters to her quietly, hiding his mouth by his lightning scarred hand as he pretends to be shocked by everything that's happening around them.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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
The Honeybee had rarely every schooled her features – very much an open book when it came to her emotions. But practice and growth had seen that she wasn’t laughing quite as loudly as she could, or giving everything away with gigantic grins. Just…hiding it, behind books. Even that was difficult, given the yelps and shocks rippling through the Collegium. At least it’d be something she could giggle and recall later, endlessly impressed and amused with her own antics.
Gods, then when they all went thundering into the icy pitch – it was a wonder she controlled herself at all. Threatening to barrel over with laughter, she turned around instead, pretending to glance out the window, like the culprits would be out there instead of unfolding in the bedlam around them. Melita snorted at the insinuation her uncle made though – there were likely many others, especially Abandoned, who had water (and by that standard…he could probably just blame them). “All right, think we've done enough then?” If they carried on too much longer, it’d likely give over into suspicion.
They slide over the ice so quickly that Sunjata can’t entirely hide the snort that leaves him, covering it up with a cough and a laugh. It’s about that time, though, that someone is onto them – looking around to see that they’re the only ones not entirely affected by it. And before they have a chance to say anything, Sunjata conjures more of the snow to waft over toward them – sticking in Melita’s and his hair before he nods to her with a “oh yeah, let’s go” before he’s grinning a lopsided smile at her and ensuring their path is free of ice or water.
Bolting out of the collegium, Sunjata finally lets the laughter bark out of him as everything inside the building begins to melt without their touch. Flashing that same grin toward her, he nudges her with his elbow. “Let’s get some lunch.” Where they can snicker about their antics well away from him.
- FIN
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
