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 can't believe that you could just say that "the answers unlock this gate"
Back home, in ways that should be relieving but only add more stress in other ways. He still needs to heal, he still needs to ask Vervain about the medicine he’d received, there were simply so many things on his plate. So he goes slow, prolonging out the inevitable in favor for checking one thing off his list. It’s a balmy enough day to sit outside his home, in the space that would become a courtyard of sorts once they found the time to convert it. The sun is high in the sky, a few clouds parting, and by most standards it’d likely be cold.
But he’d just shown back up from the Grounds, where snow had been falling for a while now and he’d had to remain bundled up for the majority of the trip. There’s a chair out front of the home, settled within it with a table and a few other chairs nearby, Sunjata sits with his wings spread out – sunning them perhaps? Letting them heal? It’s hard to say, the one is still bound tight and still painful, but it could be worse. It could be much worse.
He’s attempting to make baubles for that tree he’d seen with Henry, a task he’d heard of others doing. But he’s come up short with ideas, having collected some Ramphire feathers and a few other trinkets to try and put them together. It had gone poorly, as usual, only this time not by his own hands. No, because there’s a few kittens that keep stealing the feathers, ugly little fluffballs that Sunjata and Nate had found on their way back home from the portal, deemed to be so ridiculous looking that they were cute with their smooshed in faces.
One pale one sits on Sunjata’s lap, batting at a feather, while the others annoy Haai out in the grass, pouncing on tail fur and feathers alike, much to Haai’s displeasure.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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.
And here you are again, wandering around looking for shit to make decorations for a mysterious deity thing while the 'Biter chills out nearby, doing his own rough approximation at crafts. Deja-fucking-vu, eh? Except this time instead of carving bone you're working with wood, and instead of poorly sewing cloth Jata is.... playing with cats?
That is enough to make you stop. You hadn't intended to - all you wanted was to roam the beachfront in search of more supplies for your bauble, ain't your fault it's full of houses now - and yet you find yourself drifting closer to the tall man and the small cats, drawn by the chorus of piteous mewls. Ki sits on your shoulder, huddled and grumpy in the (relatively) cold weather, a beady eye peering out from over your collar. You've got a bag of odds-and-ends flung over your shoulder, and you remain standing as you stop near Jata, far enough away to not techincally be on his property, close enough to be heard.
"New additions?" you call out civilly enough, tilting your head and jerking your chin towards where a pair of kittens torment his poor companion. "An' here I didn' getcha anythin' fer the shower."
i can't believe that you could just say that "the answers unlock this gate"
His attempts at using the ramphire feathers and perhaps a couple dark blue ones of his own, seem to go poorly with the distraction of the white fluffball on his lap. This one, however, is named Lynyrd, despite Sunjata not exactly knowing the context of why the fluffball was named such, but it was what it was, and Lynyrd was certainly becoming a tiny little asshole when it came to getting things done. It’s fine though, Sunjata allowing time for the feline to bat at the feathers before he moves to distract with a few of the ones he isn’t plan on using (read, the ones that the kittens had already fucked up).
A voice distracts him, though, his gaze flicking over to spy Zeph and offering the smuggler a nod – an invitation to join him should he wish to – while also an agreement to new additions. There’s a half smile that crosses his face, a bit of amusement as he goes to glue another feather onto the bauble. “Mhm, three of them. Lynyrd, Ramone, and Lizzy.” He points each one of them out, Ramone being the orange one, Lizzy being the other white one that’s harassing Haai.
As for getting anything for the shower, Sunjata huffs a quiet laugh, lifting his head from the bauble to peer at Zeph. “I’m sure we can make do without it.” This is said with a wink, before he’s lifting another feather, this one a bit of an iridescent hue – taken from Haai perhaps? “What brings you out here?” He asks, nodding his head to the bag that sits on Zeph’s shoulder.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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.
There's a quiet chittering at your shoulder to indicate Ki's distaste with the feline invasion, which leaves you chuckling lightly, raising a hand for her to clamber onto so she might have a better view. The names make no more sense to you than to Sunjata, but you were named for some dumbass wind so who are you to judge? [Saya]"Cute"- and they are, even if you're more of a dog person. Living with Mia has given you a bit of a softer spot for cats.
The beanpole appears to be gluing some feathers together in hopes of making what you can only imagine to be the saddest possible facsimile of a bird. His question of your purposes garners a shrug; "Oh, y'know. Makin' shit fer laughin' trees." Why? Man, you don't fucking know. It's just a thing to do.
And so you sit down once again, though not before depositing Ki on a nearby palm tree from whence she can watch and silently judge. "Y'ready for yer first LongNight in charge?" The answer, though he may not know it, is almost certainly no. Poor sod.
i can't believe that you could just say that "the answers unlock this gate"
A low hum of agreement leaves Sunjata’s throat at Zeph’s comment. They were cute, even if Nate didn’t know anything really about cats. Sunjata had one that lived within his skin, had always had a soft spot for the felines, ever since Korofi. It had only translated and grown since arriving here, feeding the strays of the VlamVloed and in turn, taking these little strays home rather than to thrive on the streets.
His attention lifts back to Zeph, noticing the chameleon briefly though his gaze doesn’t linger on the creature long, flicking back to Zeph almost immediately. “Hey, same.” He rumbles, lifting the bauble to show off what he’d accomplished thus far – albeit not much – before he’s being attacked by Lynyrd in his lap again.
Zeph sits, though, and Sunjata works to peel the white kitten off of his bauble as he listens to the question posed. “I think I’d be more ready if Nate didn’t have to go spend the week in the nightmare of the Grounds.” He rumbles, offering a bit of honesty. “Other than that, I think so.” It shouldn’t be that difficult, right? After all, Remi had left, hadn’t he? Momentarily during the week? “We’ll see how it goes, though.”
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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.
It's news to you that Nate's gonna be gone, though you suppose at this point it shouldn't be. The whole "Ascended fighting for unclear reasons" plot isn't something you love, but it is something you try not to think about because if you do you start to panic about Sam. And it looks like Jata's about the same, which makes him more relatable.
But also more unsteady.
"We got our own breed'a monsters," you grumble back sourly, tightening your brows. "A week's night'll bring out th'monster in anyone." Moreso the youths, like the Biter here. "Keep an eye on things, eh? I'll try'n do th'same." Of course this is going to be far too little far too late, but you don't know that now.
The weather is turning; you can feel it like an ache in your bones. It makes you want to get indoors and warded against whatever shit show is coming next. Rising stiffly, you tilt your head to Sunjata, mouth a tired line. "I'll be seein ya, Jata," you murmur before shoving your hands into your pockets and heading back up the beach.
