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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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Flora laughs outright at that, bright and unguarded, tipping her head back against the sun. "Good thing my dads are around then," she says easily, of Kai's potential upcoming death.
Spice, meanwhile, is still conducting her inspection. She leans forward, sniffs with great seriousness, and the moment the Tumsea is wriggled toward her face, she snaps, tiny teeth puncturing the blue fabric before hissing in offence and flitting off Kaisel’s shoulder in a dramatic little flurry. She lands nearby with all the dignity of someone who has absolutely not been insulted by a stuffed animal.
Flora grins at the exchange, eyes warm. "Themed drinks are half the fun," she says, nodding along as if this is the best plan she's ever heard. "Honestly, naming them was one of my favourite parts of owning a bar." She giggles when the plush fin pats her cheek, leaning into it without thinking, her smile soft and utterly smitten. "Theo suits him. He looks like a Theo." And then suddenly her arms are full of turtle.
"—wait—" she laughs while trying and failing to get a proper grip on Teddy, the plush far too large to cooperate. By the time she manages to steady it, Kai is already gone, leaving her blinking after him, half-hidden behind an absurd amount of softness. When he returns, something presses into her hand and she fumbles for it blindly given the mass of blue softness in her arms. "What is it?" she asks, voice muffled, before pivoting and peering over her shoulder, cheek squished into Teddy’s side as she spots the tiny origami dragon.
Her reaction is instant. "Shut up!" she gasps, delighted, laughter bubbling over as she beams down at it while still trying to figure out what was in her hand. On the ground, Spice rises up on her hind legs, claws scrabbling at Kaisel’s shorts, neck craned as she strains to see what new bullshit has entered her domain.
Remi watches the throw with a calm that borders on prophetic, and when the coconut disintegrates into flying shards of shell and canvas, he does nothing more dramatic than lift his eyebrows a fraction, his mouth curving into a smug, quietly delighted smile. There is no shock there at all, just an adoring pulse through the bond wrapped in affection and amusement.
He turns his head just enough to hide the snicker that threatens to escape as Ronin scrambles to apologise, hands up and glowing like he’s just accidentally declared war on coconuts everywhere. When the absurdly massive kraken plush is shoved into Ronin’s arms, Remi takes a deliberate step backward, giving his husband all the space he might need to make a swift, dignified retreat.
A soft, boyish chuckle slips out of him anyway as he glances between Ronin and the ruined stall (the rubber ball had not stopped just at the coconut, but had sailed cleanly through the tarp at the back as well). "Do you feel good about that?" he asks lightly, eyes bright with fond amusement.
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
With Nova tucked comfortably at his side, Vesper turns them back toward the festival, their return marked by the subtle way shadows part for him and then fold neatly away again. The noise swells as they rejoin the crowd—laughter, vendors calling out, the low groan of ropes and wicker as another balloon is hauled into position—but he moves through it with unhurried ease, pace measured to Nova’s lighter steps.
He spots Calypso and Jack without difficulty, a familiar constellation amid the chaos, and slows as they draw near. Vesper gives a brief nod in greeting before tipping his chin upward toward the sky where balloons drift overhead in lazy arcs, colours bright against the desert blue, shadows skating across the sand as they pass.
A corner of his mouth lifts, that dry, almost-challenging smirk settling into place as he gestures vaguely upward with two fingers. "You two feel like takin’ one of those up?" he asks, voice easy, casual, as if he’s suggesting a drink rather than dangling hundreds of feet above the ground.
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Snorting at the child’s response, his brows furrowed a touch; hardly figuring Erebos to be very secretive, given his regular outbursts of exclaim and enthusiasm. But maybe he didn’t want it to be known in present company, so he accepted his son’s whisper without pressuring or pushing further, save for being in line.
The complaining about a comb initiated another snort though. “You could probably use one,” he joked on a low rumble, given Erebos’ inherited traits of Evie’s hair – and the evasion tactics to get through it. But by then it was the youth’s turn, and he kept him along his shoulders; for a better vantage point, as he began to tug on lines and strings.
Despite his father’s jocular notions about his hair, the child persisted, sticking his nose upwards as if greatly offended by the mere thought of brushing out the locks. But then his turn came up, and the mulishness turned into enthusiastic glee, snagging at the pole with a swift “Thank you!” and tugging before the worker could get behind the wavy, watery curtains.
He pulled with all his great childish might, waiting for the wonderful interim of a prize dangling on the end of his line. Before long, the person in the booth shouted “Got a big one!” and Erebos grinned, hopeful and resplendent – mouth agape as the reveal came upon his reel –
“Oooh, a glow stick!” he screeched with delight – eyes wide and snagging at the eerie, greenish hue of the prize, shaped not unlike a ghostly little bunny.
The mere thought of her newfound item melting had her reeling. “Shiiiit,” before immediately wrapping the poor thing back up and stuffing it into her bag, hopefully beside the coolest object in there (her water bottle? Her ice arrows?). “Okay, still the best thing ever, just uh – not here.”
Besides, there was already the duck game to consider. She wasn’t even remotely bothered that most of the others in line were children – towering above them while she contemplated prizes and popcorn. “I want an actual duck,” she glared at the worker, who didn’t seem the least bit concerned with her request. Huffing a little, she rolled her eyes when it was their turn, holding the hook pole. “I don’t think it requires much skill,” at Iskra ‘s proclamation, though if she ended up with something like a fucking hair tie, she’d probably go apeshit.
Taking it all very seriously, she stuck out her tongue in concentration, wielding the hook over the farthest duck, and snagging at it with relative ease. “Fuck yeah,” came on a hiss and a juvenile grin to the kid near her elbow, half-tempted to brag in front of the likely five-year-old. When the carnie came over after exchanging her prize though, her face fell a little. While certainly bird themed, it wasn’t the water fowl she’d been hoping for – and instead, a duck-shaped hat.
12-21-2025, 01:06 PM (This post was last modified: 12-21-2025, 01:08 PM by Calypso.)
enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Immediately warming to the company of her father, Caly’s mind shifts toward more of a golden landscape, less cold and less held off as she blinks up at him with brighter amber eyes, lips quirking into a bit of amusement as she does, indeed, trail alongside him toward the punch stand that seems relatively boring if it didn’t have any kind of alcohol in it. Knowing her father, though, she’s hoping he’ll have a way around that.
“Doesn’t look like they’re anythin’ useful.” She admits with a wrinkle of her nose, snagging the cup of punch he offers her and almost a touch too eagerly holding out her cup for the spiced rum to add to it. Cradling it in her hands and taking a sip of it, she breathes a sigh of relief, mind swirling with appreciation and content.
As for how she’s finding the mandatory fun, plenty of thoughts burst through her mind – I kind of hate it? Vesper and Nova are over there talking about something I’m not involved in and that also kinda sucks. Thought there’d be more to do than pretend it’s some kind of expanded date night with the games around everyone’s trying to win to impress someone else - and decides to settle on “It’s alright.” In terms of the mandatory fun, at least. She latches onto the hot air balloon crash, though, glancing over Jack’s shoulder to spy the hot air balloons trailing in the distance and almost wishing she had some kind of magic to fuck with them. “Ugh I wish.”
Alas, she doesn’t, but she does squint back toward Jack with a brighter grin as a thought occurs to her. “Oh, I got a new shift! Did I tell ya about it already?”
That's about the time she spies Vesper and Nova arriving, her brother's question causing a small snort and a roll of her eyes. "Nah, not sure it's safe." Flashing a small grin toward Jack with amusement, Caly hides it with a sip from her glass of spiked punch.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
Losing track of time, the other side of midnight Don't know how it hit us so hard
Noah lingered at the edge of the game stalls while Deimos and Erebos were promptly swept up by the chaos of it all. Noah watched them with a faint curve to his mouth, arms folded loosely as the sentient blanket made a half-hearted attempt to scoot toward a sunnier patch of sand.
His gaze drifted outward, habit more than intention. He scanned the crowd the way he always did. Couples leaned into one another on picnic blankets. Parents lifted children onto shoulders. Someone laughed and reached for a familiar hand.
And then it hit him—sharp and sudden, like cold water in his lungs.
Cordelia should have been here.
The thought settled heavy in his chest, grief blooming in the quiet spaces the festival noise couldn’t reach. He could almost see her, sunlight caught in her hair, the way she would have teased him into trying a game he’d pretend not to care about. The absence of her pressed in from every direction, a hollow too wide to ignore.
Noah exhaled slowly.
He didn’t announce his decision. He simply stepped back, letting the crowd swallow the sound of his departure, wings unfolding only once he was clear to carry him home, where the quiet would hurt less than this.
Noah out <3
Something 'bout the way you're pausing all the chaos
Arm linked with Vesper's, Nova arrives back in a wave of color. She doesn't let the weight of recent news dim her sparkle; in fact, she brightens even more like it might fight away the uncertainties, like she can force the world to be just the way she wants it, like she'd relish the chance to see it try fighting back.
Flashing a blinding grin at Jack and Calypso, she waits excitedly for their answer, her thoughts running at such a high frequency that they might drown out any negativity. It only stutters when Caly says no, disrupting the growing anticipation for the balloon ride. Her fingers tighten on Vesper's arm, smile pinching around the eyes to disguise the disappointment at not going together. "Oh, well, Vespy or I can always catch us with magic, and we have wings, so I'm sure it'll be fine!" There's a forced lightness, hoping to convince them to join in the experience if only as a distraction - or a last hoorah for them all before their brother leaves.
Not wanting to linger more on the uncomfortable idea, she begins gravitating towards the ballons, flashing another bright smile. "Let us know if you change your mind, but I'll find you after!"
The world's a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes,
They gain altitude quickly, faster than she might have expected from the bulky, air-filled vehicle. The sun catches her face, warming her skin as much as the flames behind her, the ones she occasionally flares when they drift lower. The operator either doesn't notice or knows well enough not to say anything as they continue to ascend, the people below shrinking into specks of color.
Thal props an elbow on the side, content to soak in the expanding sight of the desert while the sound of people and music drowns out in the soft breeze and growing distance. She can see the deep blue water beyond, calling her with its usual melodic tug on her chest like a child snagging at her sleeve, urging her on; but she lets her thoughts drift to nothing more than the rock of the balloon, the sun on her face, and the whisper of wind in her ears.
Once time has passed and her eyes threaten to close, Thal straightens and looks to the man with a mischievous smirk. Hopping onto the side of the woven basket, she flicks her fingers up in a teasing farewell. "See ya." Then she leans back into the open air, free-falling through the sky.
Air streams past, tugging at her hair and clothes as she watches the air balloon grow smaller above her. With arms stretched wide, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, relishing in the thrill before releasing the lyvern beneath her skin, twisting just in time for the membranous blue-black wings to catch the breeze and carry her away from the desert.
Thal out!
the friends I've had to bury they keep me up at night.
