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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“I made sure through Haai.” He rumbles to Nate, offering a small half smile at the wink that’s granted – certainly far more relaxed and relieved at the sight of the Ascended. And then, then as he moves to give her the food, he watches Nate’s interaction with her and the nonsense that leaves her lips. He remains leaning against the counter, arms crossed, rubbing subconsciously at his arm while he focuses on the interaction. Haai finally settles, laying at Sunjata’s feet while Nate moves to glance over at her. A puff of smoke is granted in Nate’s direction at that.
But evidently Nate’s onto something, because it’s possibly a something that might have gotten lost with the rest of everything. “She lost her shoes and her bag.” He offers a bit unhelpfully, finally moving again to open the windows to let in a bit more of the cool night air, glancing at the stars before turning back to watch what happens.
love will save you, but it won't save me
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.
The window was opened and as soon as Sunjata had turned away from the window, a bright pink bird collided with the back of the man's head. The bird squawked, "Delphine! Delphine!" as he hit the countertop, feathers ruffled. A little brown pouch was tied around his neck.
The galah surveyed the strangers, hopping away from Sunjata, staying on the counter. "Delphine, Delphine." He repeated before taking flight, to slam into the side of her head, and quickly hide in her hair.
He was a shy bird.
"Poe!" Delphine squealed, as soon as the bird had said her name the second time. She raised her hands to untangle the brightly colored bird, and held him out to Nate. "Poe-Poe is a bird. And he has more fun!" She reached to shake the little pouch around the bird's neck.
The night has taken such a bizarre turn, so far removed from how Nate had assumed it would go that he doesn't quite know how to focus on just one thing. Missing shoes and bags, a poe-poe, whatever that was, the fact that there was a stranger in the kitchen.
And the bird. The garishly pink thing that exploded through the window almost as soon as it was opened, and settled on the counter. Nate sucked in a deep breath, eyes focused on Sunjata, his hand moving to clench over his mouth. There didn't need to be any mental link for the message to come through. This is your fault. And it didn't move as the creature took off again, barrelling into Delphine.
The squeal drew Nate's eyes back to her, easy smile back on his face as he looked over the bird she held up. "That's good. One problem already taken care of." The pouch draws his eye though, and he reaches out, mindful of the bird itself. Just because he wouldn't feel it didn't mean he wanted to be pecked. If he could grab it, he'd open it and take a look inside, hoping whatever she had taken looked at least a little bit familiar to him.
The window opens, and he glances to the stars briefly, before turning to watch the interaction – and of course, he can’t simply be left alone. Not as there’s a sudden impact to the back of his head and the flurry of pink feathers that sour his stomach, remind him so much of a wedding he’d much rather forget, and the frown that grows on his face deepens when his hand goes to the back of his head and the bird finally makes its way to Delphine.
Suddenly, it makes sense. A companion. Even still, Haai is on the alert, standing and staring at the bird with an intense enough stare that would certainly seem like that was the birds last warning. Meanwhile, his gaze flickers back to Nate at the look given – and he doesn’t need an attuned bond to realize what the Ascended is trying to say. He tries to give back as apologetic of one as he can, moving to step a bit closer and rest his hand on Nate’s shoulder to give it a squeeze, before he leans down after the Ascended takes the pouch. “If we have something that can knock her out, we can leave her on Remi and Ronin’s porch.” He whispers to Nate, steel gaze flickering back up to Delphine to see how she’s doing.
love will save you, but it won't save me
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.
Delphine beamed proudly at the bird, as the man fished in the little pouch. He'd find an assortment of herbs, some crushed and others whole, and then a little vial, which held a fine, white powder.
Delphine is too busy cradling her bird, cooing soft sounds to him, to listen in on the two men talk, or she would have brightened at the idea of being left on Remi's porch.
After all, the bird was all she had now. Her bright demeanor faltered, all at once, as the memories she wanted to forget wormed their way to the forefront of her mind.
An unclear statement, and then they were gone, her little family. She stared down at Poe in silence, trailing a single finger along his back. "I need more to forget," she mumbled to the bird, who did not respond.
Nate scooped what he could out of the bird's pouch, depositing the various illicit substances on the counter, far out of Delphine's reach. If nothing else, they gave him an idea of what might running through her, what to keep an eye on, though really, all he could offer was more water and time. Sunjata moves closer, and Nate leans up into his touch, raising a brow at the suggestion. "I'm not opposed to the idea, but I don't know what we have that will knock her out."
His focus moved back to Delphine as her face shifted, the cooing cutting off into silence abruptly. Nate shifts, keeping himself between her and the drugs he'd taken away. "You shouldn't have any more." He said sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You should have something more to drink though, okay?"
His gaze flickers from Delphine back to Nate when the Ascended mentions they might not have anything that will, lips pursing ever so slightly as he squeezes Nate’s shoulder and keeps his hand there while his focus returns to Delphine – separating out all of the ‘fun’ this woman’s had. Something coils in his gut with it, and he takes a deep inhale, exhaling slowly through his nose as he hears Nate’s request for water – reaching forward to grab the glass and fill it again and set it next to the woman again.
“Then you need to get some sleep.” He offers in a similar tone that Nate does – no room for budging. Though as he says it, he wonders if perhaps he could finagle a sort of hammock on his neighbors porch, perhaps leave her in their lawn with a few spare blankets. All he knows is that he wants this awkward encounter over with – too many strange memories and flickers of thoughts that make him uncomfortable to begin with.
love will save you, but it won't save me
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.
The men were lucky that Delphine was used to being ordered to do things, in such a polite manner. The stern tone took her back, not that she missed him, but she did miss the structure that her husband had provided in her life. She's sullen, setting the bird down on the table, before she lays her head down, cradled in her arms.
She didn't want water. She didn't want to sleep. She wanted to forget. After a moment, she pushes herself upright and reaches for the glass, holding it in both of her hands, because she's trembling slightly, and does not want to drop it.
Setting the half-empty glass down, she focuses on the bird.
It's surprising how malleable Delphine is to his requests, to the instructions they both give out. Surprising, and a little worrying. Nate isn't used to such easy compliance from junkies, which makes things a little more complicated. He's glad Sunjata moves to refill the glass, glad when she drinks, because it gives him a chance to look over what she'd taken again. And then sigh.
Nate waits until she's finished, settled with the glass back on the counter before he leans into her line of vision, clearing his throat. "So, I'm not going to lecture you, or anything. I don't care what you were doing, and I don't care why. Just... next time you wanna do anything, make sure you have someone to watch over you, okay?" It's the most sensible advice he can think of to offer, and even if it's ignored he can say he tried.
"We can take you to see Remi though. Or... to his house, and get a bed or something set up. It's late right now, I think he'll be sleeping." As he offers, Nate watches her face, her reactions. hoping she'll accept what he says now as easily as everything else.
Nate doesn’t say what it is, but Sunjata steals a glance toward it anyway — curious and still immensely confused, but bites his tongue to keep from asking — turning his attention to Delphine and Nate, biting down on the inside of his cheek as it comes about.
Nate mentions that Remi might indeed be home, but sleeping and Sunjata wonders how that would work out having originally thought the Alchemist had been out that night — so instead, he turns his attention to the idea of getting her set up on the porch for whomever stumbled across her next could deal with her. So he reaches out to squeeze Nate’s shoulder once more, slipping by to grab a couple of older blankets he’d stashed away and a pillow, returning to set the bundle off to the side. “We can get you set up and you can sleep it off, okay?” He adds in, turning to glance between her and Nate.
love will save you, but it won't save me
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.
Delphine stares at him, as he clears his throat. Her head tipped slightly to one side, and she puffed her cheeks out. Who would watch after her if she wanted to get high? Bellamy had done that. However, she doesn't mention that she has nobody in these lands. She simply nods.
He can't call her on her lying ways if she doesn't speak. When the topic turns to Remi, she studies him quietly, gaze wandering towards Sunjata as well. After a moment of considering her choices, she slowly nods.
"Remi'll know what to do," she mumbles, sounding certain. She'd decided these men were... well, nice, but they didn't know what to do, so they weren't that useful. Though she isn't sure that anyone would know what to do, in a situation likes hers. Zariah was probably a better bet, but she'd probably mock Delphine, and Delphine recognized that, even while high.
The nod is all Nate really needs to be satisfied, and as soon as he gets it he smiles at her, though he waits for the second nod, her agreement to the suggested plan of what to do with her before he rises to his full height again, gesturing to the water once more. He leans into the touch on his shoulder, eyes following Sunjata as he goes to grab supplies to make a comfortable enough sleeping space. "After you get some rest, you can talk to Remi all you want." He assures her, offering out a hand to help her stand.
He doesn't replace the pouch on the bird, but he is sure to grab it, or at least try to get it to follow them as he leads Delphine out the door and in the direction of the governors porch, trusting that Sunjata will be following with the blankets he'd grabbed.
Delphines comment has Sunjata nodding along, though he wonders exactly whether or not Remi would know what to do. But in order to keep things going as they are, he agrees easily — gaze flickering toward Nate as the answer he receives seems to make the Ascended content enough. And he gathers the blankets and the pillow, things they didn’t really need at the moment and would be easily replaced if things were ruined somehow.
And he takes the lead, guiding Delphine out and down the slight path toward the governors house, the long winding porch making room for the blankets to be splayed out and the pillow placed — a lot better of a sleeping location and comfort than Sunjata’s had in the past. And once he’s done, he gestures for Delphine to get comfortable, retreating a small amount back toward Nate.
love will save you, but it won't save me
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.
The offered hand is taken, and she follows easily. Poe, meanwhile, squawks loudly as he's grabbed, struggling to free himself, to perch on the stranger's hand. But he does allow himself to be carried.
Delphine rubs at her eyes, stumbling a few times as she keeps up with both men, watching as Sunjata makes a makeshift cot for her to lay on. She moves to climb onto the blankets, patting the pillows thoughtfully.
It's the nicest place she's had to sleep in two years. As she settles in, and Poe finds a railing to perch on, she peers at the two men, snuggling into the blankets, and murmuring a quiet 'thank you' under her breath.
