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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Seeing death as the end of life
Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
This really was pleasant wasn't it? The spirits must indeed be on her side on this day.
With all the old paint removed, she finally could set to the larger task - actually painting. This was the most relaxing part. She opened up the paint cans and grabbed a brush, setting to the task happily- completely ignorant to the people struggling inside.
all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
Luckily for him, he can ignore the screeching for the most part as the oven slides into place a small amount. A huff of a sigh leaves him as he feels Weaver’s healing work to help his foot – throwing a smile her way and a nod of thanks and agreement to ensure they stop being shit at this. But it seems Weaver’s attempts are less successful than his side, and it struggles with the budging of the appliance, and Sunjata watches as she flops to the ground, a dark brow raised – wondering what the hell he was supposed to do now.
So he watches, pausing, until she gets into place and braces her feet against the side, pushing and Sunjata reaches for it to pull to try and slide that portion into place as well. “Gods I’m going to need a drink after this.” Sunjata replies heartily, a small chuckle leaving his lips with it, ignoring the ache in his foot and the ache in his heart with Delphia being near.
Sunjata tries to pull while Weaver pushes!
SUNJATA
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.
Thankfully, the combination of Weaver and Sunjata's efforts helped get the other side of the oven into place (though if we're being honest, it was mostly Weaver's legwork that saved the day). That still left them with the stove. And then, of course the rest of the furniture outside had to be brought in.
On the subject of outside, Delphia continued to do a stellar job. In this case, it was a stellar paint job: her strokes came out confidently and the outside quickly began to resemble an actual building instead of a run down shack. However, there was still painting to do.
Finally, in the back, Saiden would surprise himself by continuing to be an actually decent carpenter. His shelves would get hammered into place and prove to be surprisingly stable. However, he still had the other half of the room to take care of.
What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
”If Saiden doesn’t have anything good, I think a trip to the Hang Man might be in order,” she says with a grunt as she shoves the oven. At least it moves into place this time, and she flops into the ground and just lays there for a moment. The fact that it has been this hard and they have only moved one thing is pathetic and ridiculous, and Erebor would get a damn kick out of his story if he were here. Maybe she should ask Delphia if he was laughing at her from Mort’s realm.
Weaver gets up, moving to the stove that also needs to be moved. ”Same tactic?” she asks, lifting a foot. It had worked better than anything else, though she’s willing to try lifting again if Sunjata prefers. If he agrees with her though, she’ll sit back down and shove the stove with her feet again.
***
Weaver goes to move the stove with Sunjata now.
all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
Swear already beads up along Sunjata’s forehead, reaching up with the back of his arm to wipe it away after they slide the item fully into place. He takes a moment to consider Weaver’s comment, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Wasn't there that drink you told me to try?” He can’t recall fully it it were Weaver or not, but either way he certainly already wants to go and find it and give it a try.
But he nods to Weaver as she reaches the stove, waiting for her to sit and push with her legs while he goes to pull it into place — hoping perhaps this first attempt works better than their last first attempt.
Sunjata does the same with Weaver for the stove! (Tries to pull it while she pushes)
SUNJATA
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.
Seeing death as the end of life
Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
Delphia could hear the chorus of screeching and scratching of furniture being dragged along the ground, and a hammer driving nails into wood. Such a cacophonous din was thankfully dulled by the walls and doors that separated them, because where Delphia was, the bright sun and cool breeze offered a wonderful respite. But of course, painting a building took time, and so she carried on with her task, painting away.
Neither pushing nor pulling, even with Weaver's excellent legs, would budge the stove. It remained stubbornly in place, no matter how much pressure the dynamic duo applied. Her and Sunjata could either keep at it and hope things changed, or they could try a different tactic. Or they could wait until more help arrived.
Outside, Delphia would find herself struggling a bit with the last of the paint job. Her strokes were less sure than before, but in the end they still managed to get the job done and she slapped the last of it up. Now that her initial task was done, she was free to help bring in the future, come inside to struggle with the stove, or just leave, whichever struck her fancy.
Saiden found himself quite pleased with his efforts. Somehow, he managed to install the other half of the shelving without encountering the slightest difficulty. He beamed at his handiwork, then turned to meander outside to see how the rest of the group was doing.
When he saw the predicament Weaver and Sunjata were in, the cook couldn't help but laugh. "Why don't I give you a hand with that?" Walking towards the stove, smiling all the while, he joined them in trying to shove it into place, leaning his back against it and pushing with his legs.
No post order!
Delphia succeeded in finishing painting the exterior! She can move on to a new task or leave.
Weaver and Sunjata spectacularly failed at moving the stove
Saiden completed the shelves in the pantry! He has moved on to helping with the stove
all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
Some fucking how, the stove doesn’t move. And Sunjata bites down on the inside of his cheek – the exertion of trying to pull the stove toward the space it was supposed to go, turning the back of his neck and cheeks red, the veins in his arms crossing over the muscle with the movement it took. And when it doesn’t budge he lets out an exasperated sigh, leaning forward and running a hand through wavy dark hair. “What in the actual fuck.” He rumbles, glancing down to Weaver with a raised brow and a chuckle of disbelief.
Saiden appears, and Sunjata nods – though somewhere internally frustrated at the fact that they couldn’t handle it on their own. “Sure, I don’t know what’s happening.” Sunjata rumbles with a quiet laugh. And then, when Saiden gets into place, Sunjata tries again to pull at it while they push – trying to align it up right with the rest of it.
Sunjata tries to pull the stove into place again!
SUNJATA
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.
What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
”Mamajuana,” she says as Sunjata asks about the drink. ”Sweet as syrup, but strangely enjoyable.” Now she’s dreaming of a nice drink. Something cold in her hands and down her throat. Something lazy and pleasant. Something that is not this stove that, like the oven, does not budge.
”I’ve decided gravity here is wrong,” she says as Sunjata gives up. She flops onto the floor, entirely over it and deciding that lying here in the middle of the dusty floor is exactly the right decision. Really, what was the point in trying more? Clearly they needed someone other than her to move the stove that happened to weigh twice as much as anything in Halo.
Saiden comes in, laughing, as he ought. He offers to help, and she really considers not moving. Two boys ought to be enough to push a stove. She could get up and start moving the other furniture, she supposes, or she could help the boys, or she could just keep lying here and give up. The third option is the most tempting.
Fine, she will not go with the third option. She props herself up and pushes at the stove with her legs, though admittedly, it’s a bit half-hearted this time around.
***
Weaver is vaguely helpful in pushing the stupid stove.
Seeing death as the end of life
Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
By the end of the painting job, she was clearly getting tired. But the job was completed and she was satisfied with the quality at the end. Delphia placed her supplies back in a nice little pile, taking the time to clean off the brushes she had used. And though perhaps she ought to go into the building once more to see if further assistance was needed, with her task done, she found herself distracted once more by the spirits, following their whim off and away.
With all three of them shoving the stove into place, it finally budged. No need to get into the specifics who finally managed it it was Saiden. All that mattered was that after all that huffing and puffing and straining, the heavy objects were finally where they were supposed to be.
Grinning, Saiden gave both Sunjata and Weaver a grateful nod. "Thanks. I owe you both a favor. I can probably take care of bringing the furniture myself."
With that, he headed outside. When he saw there was no sign of the other woman, the Hali just shrugged. Then he head towards the nearest table. Grunting, he lifted it and began bringing it in to finish setting up his new restaurant.
This PQ is now finished! Thanks all. Feel free to post a final reply and I'll archive in a few days.
all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
“Ah, yes, Mamajuana.” Sunjata replies with a quiet huff, a rogue grin shot back over toward Weaver as they begin to move the next section. And when Saiden appears to offer his help and they all get into the position to move it – Sunjata can’t help but to nod to that comment of gravity, his frustration leaching away as soon as the item begins to budge and move with their three sets of hands at the task. And soon enough, the stove is set into place and he pulls away with a sigh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair as he nods back to Saiden.
“Well, thank Safrin that's over.” Sunjata retorts, a slight smirk crossing his face as he shoots an amused look over toward Weaver. But of course, he does help Saiden a small amount with a bit of the furniture, ones that he knows he can move. And after that, a glance given toward Weaver with a grin. “Care to come with and grab one of those drinks?” As friends do, an option to give it a shot and try it out while the name was still fresh in his mind.
Regardless of the answer, he gives a nod toward Saiden and heads out toward the Hanged Man.
Sunjata helps with a couple of the pieces of furniture before leaving! <3
SUNJATA
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.
What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Things go better when Saiden comes, though they haven’t even managed to get the furniture in. She’s not all that inclined to help at this point, honestly. Still, she feels kind of like an ass leaving it all to Saiden, so she goes to help, moving some of the lighter objects, like chairs. Things that will go better than the stove and the oven did. Apparently her and Sunjata make a terrible team when it comes to renovating.
”Do you even have to ask?” she says, slipping an arm into Sunjata’s and expecting him to lead her out, like a gentleman (ha). She gives a backward wave toward Saiden, planning to come back for some fish one of these days, and heads out of the bar with Sunjata for a much needed drink.
Thankfully, Weaver and Sunjata stuck around for a little bit longer. That made the work of bringing in the rest of the furniture go significantly faster, and thankfully it went significantly more smoothly than their earlier efforts. Waving at the other two as they left, the cook just worked at bringing in the rest of the tables and chairs on his own.
Standing in the doorway, he swept his gaze over the interior to make sure it was perfect. Then he inspected the exterior, nodding in approval. That done, he closed and locked the door. Flinging an empty sack over his shoulder, he headed towards the market, intending to stock up on supplies right away.
