From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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She snarled at him as he spoke to her, still gasping for air and hunched over on the floor. Her blackened eyes glared at the alchemist, any sign of the warmth that marked the midwife woefully absent in her gaze. Instead she looked a woman truly possessed, black drool mixing with his fresh blood and the dried blood from Sunjata covering her front, growling like a feral animal. As he turned and vomited she started to crawl forward again, eager for another bite and then...
She came to a full stop.
Phoebe blinked and looked back, and noneother than Pim sat there, holding her dress in his jaws. She snarled at him but Pim growled louder. Even when they stopped being drowned in their emotions these humans were dumb. Frey must have been really tired when humans were made.
Turning around to see Phoebe's black eyes glaring at him, only to find the faint outline of Pim behind her, the alchemist couldn't help but laugh. Sitting up and wiping at his mouth (conjuring a towel to throw over his pile of vomit), he leaned against one of his cupboards and smiled weakly at the small dragon.
"Thank you." He said wearily, nodding his appreciation towards the dragonling.
"You know I am going to have to put you in jail now. Not..for having done something wrong, but to keep you contained." This was said as much for Pim's benefit as Phoebe's. Eyes flickering between the two of them Remi waited to see who was going to kick up more of a fuss about it.
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Pim grumbled his response to the thanks, recognizing it as a form of praise given how polite Phoebe usually was. When she wasn’t a blight mad beast of chaos and destruction. As it was he was a little busy making sure Phoebe didn’t poke one of his eyes out as she clawed at him. His scales protected him from any damage she might want to inflict, and quickly a set of clear scales closed over his eyes so he could see but not risk the delicate organs.
At the mention of jail though, Phoebe rounded on Remi again. She snarled and shouted at him, pulling against Pim’s grasp until the fabric began to shred in his jaws. The dragonling snarled, feeling his hold on his companion slipping. So he did the only thing he could – he jumped forward and tackled her, laying atop her back. He was just heavy enough to make it impossible for her to get up, even as she flail and cursed and screamed.
Grinding his teeth together, entirely out of patience for what the blight was doing to those he loved and cared about most, vines once again shot out around Phoebe, binding her earnest this time. "PHOEBE." He shouted, losing his temper in an uncharacteristic burst of anger.
Clenching his fingers into fists, Remi tried to calm himself by focusing on his breathing, but it hardly worked. He nearly felt blighted himself, so consumed by emotions he wasn't used to feeling. And so, forcing the anger from his lungs, Remi opened his eyes to stare at the grappled and perched-upon midwife. "I know this is not you. I am sorry for yelling."
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The sudden shout did cause her to still, both dragon and midwife looking at the alchemist with wide eyes. Pim recovered quickly, thinking it no different than a very loud roar to establish dominance – which wasn’t difficult to do over his companion who was anything but. The blighted woman blinked at Remi, his apologies following his outburst mostly falling on deaf ears. She grumbled and growled her discontent as vines pulled on her limbs, constricting her movement even more than Pim could, but her outburst settled. The dragonling hopped off of her, sniffing at her face before grumbling at Remi and plopping down to wait. Wherever she went Pim would also go. He didn’t particularly care about the where.
"Last chance." Remi said, nodding his head slightly towards the still-bubbling soup even as blood dripped down his arm having not quite clot yet so deep was her bite. "You can either eat now or wait to see...whatever is provided in the penitentiary. But given no one is working there at the moment, I would not hold my breath."
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She growled at him in response to his question, unwilling to relent. She didn't want soup she wanted flesh. She wanted to hunt and kill and devour, to tear things limb from limb. Eating a soup with a spoon like a lady? Ha! Not blight Phoebe. Pim huffed, a little rainbow static electricity dancing over his scaly lips. Apparently she was going to go hungry, which meant she would be unbearable. His tail flicked with irritation, watching Remi with wide silvery eyes.
"Do not look at me." The alchemist quipped towards the dragonling. Pim could glare and spark all he wanted to. In the face of the blight, there was only so much to be done. "Well you will be happy to know Ronin is in the jail as well, so at least you will not be alone. Come on—"
So saying, Remi forced himself to rise. Wincing at the enormous pain the echoed down his arm, he breathed steadily through flared nostrils as he conjured yet more gaze to cover the wound with. "When this is over, you owe me so many quilts as an apology." He grumbled, before leaning down to help the bound mid-wife to her feet.
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Pim grumbled and whined, opening and closing his jaws and shaking his head, mimicking what humans looked like when they made all the various noises they used to communicate. They were such complicated creatures. But the dragonling moved so the larger predator-man could get Phoebe up. The midwife was growling under her breath, angry but not acting out at this point. Her limbs trembled and her breath came short. Between fighting with Jata and now Remi, she was exhausted, too exhausted to continue even.
The alchemist had hoped his quip might bring even the ghost of a smile to the midwife's face, but all he saw was a brutal and detached sort of hunger and anger. He knew from dealing with Ronin that it wasn't always possible to break through, but he had hoped that some small part of his friend might make her way out, if only to signal she was still in there. It was a long shot of course but Remi still felt the failure keenly.
"Alright. Off we go." He said with a sigh, his magical restrains tight enough that they'd likely cause bruising on her arms, though with blood still pouring easily down from her bite, Remi wasn't too terribly concerned. Besides, the last thing he needed was her running off again.
The walk to the jail went well enough, though it felt almost as surreal and uncomfortable as it had when Remi had taken Ronin. Locked away in a cell, Remi merely looked dismally at Phoebe, promising to bring her food and water later.
~FIN
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