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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02-16-2022, 05:57 AM (This post was last modified: 02-16-2022, 05:57 AM by Nate.)
NATE
So, baby-doll, don't you lose your touch You take it all cause you're never gonna take too...
Smelling isn’t exactly one of the ascendeds strong suits, though the sweetness in the air is strong enough Nate can’t help but notice it. It would go ignored if not for Sunjata’s interest, his husband ever his weak spot, in all the best ways. What they stumble upon is… almost cheesy, saccharine and over the top and immediately bringing a smile to Nate’s face that refuses to fall, even as he catches the first few glances of the others assembled, even as his gaze turns to Frey and he pauses, transfixed for a moment by steel eyes and freckles and less than cute thoughts about doppelgängers.
Shaking his head, Nate fixes a smile on his face and follows Sunjata’s lead as much as he can. There is more respect offered to Frey than Nate’s ever even felt for Safrin, his head bowing in the Heralds direction and his arm tightening around Sunjata’s waist. He’s content to let his husband set the pace for them, his bright eyes only lifting agaisn when they start to move, and eagerly roaming over everything, taking it all in.
Nate considers the other seat at the table before settling neatly on Sunjata’s lap, keeping a foot on the ground to alleviate some of his weight. “Think you’re right about that.” He purrs, ghosting kisses across Sunjata’s skin with every word. “Maybe we’ll get each other anyway.” It’s a cute thought, even if it goes against the spirit of the event. At least there’s almost no one he’d have an issue getting matched with.
Losing control and you lose your touch You take it all, cause you're never gonna take too much
Let’s just conveniently ignore how difficult it might be to get Falke here, because he’s a genuinely nice guy and is in need of something fun, given the head-in-Pacifist-Plaza stuff he’s been dealing with lately. He arrives with Ophelia looped around his shoulders, sweating from the dense Longheat humidity, and ready to take a seat at an empty table as he mops his brow with a handkerchief and takes a long draught from a waterbottle.
Ophelia cannot be contained, and as soon as she thinks her bonded is comfortable, she goes racing off to the nearest tree, elated to be back in the Jungle. Her screeches of joy echo into the canopy while Falke’s gaze drifts first towards Lena, to whom he gives a little wave, and then to the resplendent Frey, who he feels like he can ogle without consequence.
Very little actually registered on Amun's nose as sweet or pleasurable. Therefore, on his latest trip to Torchline, the scent had managed to entice him. He'd followed it to the edge of the region, hesitating only slightly before entering into the jungle that lurked beyond. Zhanshi circled at the potter's feet, the little landshark as always not far from the Ascended's side.
Eventually, Amun found his way into the small clearing. Seeing Frey there brought the Ascended up short; the god had a familiar looking red hair and pale skin. His eyes swept over the god and he found himself grinning despite himself.
Taking a moment to eye the tables, he slid into an empty chair at an empty table. Nodding at Sunjata, Nate, and Azrael, the potter tilted his chair back until it was balanced on the back to legs. Whistling under his breath, he waited for whatever festivity this was to begin.
Between Noah's compass and his ability to jump across lands, getting to different parts of the world was not as difficult as it used to be. Traversing through the Oerwood on his own two feet, however, was at time difficult. The last time he was in this part of the world, he was attacked by a leopard and gained a few scars. He hoped, as his eyes caught sight of the peculiar scene before him, that this situation would not be similar to that.
Noah stepped towards the crowd, towards the tables, looking as uncomfortable as one might expect the stoic mountain man to be. He looked around at all the familiar faces around him, but also took note of the strangers. The strangers were low in number, which surprised the hunter. Unlike some others, he did not take a seat. Instead he hesitated behind the chair of a table, and looked to Frey -- as the auburn hair and amber eyes of Cordelia flashed before him -- and waited to see what would happen.
I want trees instead of gravestones nothing to confess
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds in the space beneath each eye
Only one woman knows of her return, and considering she hasn’t seen her again Evie should be more daunted by an entire gathering of faces new and old. Whether she is or not is not visible, the redhead picking her way down winding streambanks to the collection of tables with their gingham tops fluttering in the light breeze.
Love is a notion beyond her reach, akin to girlish memories and crushes, and she’s not much a follower of any god. Realistically only her curiosity is what prompts her to stay once the source of the enticing smell is discovered. Luckily that curiosity is undeniable force, and the apothecarist settles primly on her chosen seat without meeting anyone’s eyes. Who needs a reunion party or a welcome home? She’ll simply insert herself into the masses as if she’d never left.
so they'll remind you of your beauty when they bloom each time you cry
Father was a charming man with much hidden up his sleeve I wonder if this is what he planned when he taught his tricks to me
Ah man, even with speed dating he can’t get rid of his twin cramping his style? Bart walks up behind the two men sitting on the same seat and slaps his brother in the back of the head, giving him the stink eye. “Bitch you’re literally married can’t you save some for the rest of us poor fucks?” He flicks Sunjata in the ear (he still feels pain, unlike his unfortunate womb-mate) and saunters over to his own seat as far from his brother as he can get.
Awkward coming-out aside, Bart has no real reason to be here aside from enjoying sticking his nose in random business. Especially the kind of business likely to inspire drama and explosions. If he gets a date out of it? Nice. If not? Bart’s sure there will be plenty of awkward, tense, and/or adorable encounters for him to watch in place of the telenovelas he so misses.
I was born a charming man with silver tongue, pearl teeth
He may not be here with his mother - clearly indicated by the raised brow she sends his way when she spots him, preternaturally quickly as he has only just arrived - but Enzo is happily surprised to see her. Not enough to go say hi (she'll surely have quite a lot to say about him being so far from home alone) but enough to wave with a cheery, dimpled grin that melts a little of the disapproval in her eyes.
There are a lot of people, and he's dazzled by the presence of the clear center of it all - Frey. They are radiant, relaxing in the water and presiding over the growing gaggle of individuals all about. And even more exciting is the amount of other children about. Edmund and Mateo are the only familiar faces, but that alone is enough to inspire confidence as he mimics what he can see both boys doing and hopping up onto a chair in a gaggle of limbs, eager grin on his face as he waits to find out more about what's happening.
The beauty I have was a gift from birth the cornerstone of all my worth
Nikolai cautiously makes his way into the waterway that Frey has overtaken. Curiosity had driven him here, but fear kept him on the fringes. Scanning the crowd that was overwhelming unfamiliar faces, the young Ascended felt his anxiety rise. It's only in his second look around that he spots Nate and Sunjata.
A wave of relief falls over Nikolai and he quickly makes his way over to join their table. He doesn't recognize everyone at the table, but he nods in greeting to them, nonetheless.
"Hey Sunjata." The demigod gets a small and genuine smile. He might not know the man well but his opinion of him is generally positive. The smile on Nikolai's face quickly turns into a look of disdain as he glances at Nate, "Unfortunate to see you, Dipshit."
02-17-2022, 04:54 PM (This post was last modified: 02-17-2022, 04:59 PM by Frey.)
Frey watches, and they wait. And when it appears that no more lonely hearts are going to appear, they smile and clap their hands together, sitting up in the glittering waterways. "Alright. Let's get this show on the road! And remember - don't do anything I wouldn't do." Blowing a kiss, they snap their fingers and, quite suddenly, the group will find themselves all coupled up at their tables. (Or in the case of one lucky bunch, tripled up).
Here are your matchmaker pairings! Enjoy yourselves on your dates <3 You can feel free to start branching off threads, or stick to the Mini Event.
My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
And just like that, Mateo finds himself on his very first date. And it's with his best friend, and it doesn't really feel much different to any of the other adventures they've embarked on. (Even the ones where Ever is a dog). And so it's with a beaming smile of complete ignorance that he hops to his feet and scritches ever behind the ear, as if to animate the rock-dog out of his little furry ball.
"Come on," he urges, already setting off away from the boring gingham tables and the couples doing couple things, "I saw a really cool bridge on the way here - we can have the best date on it!"
Everest certainly didn't want to date his best friend, but out of everyone in attendance (and basically everyone else in the world as well), there was no one he'd rather be partnered with. Except maybe no one, but if that wasn't an option, then Mateo was certainly the best outcome. Giving his tail an experimental wumppff in the grass, the young shepherd tilts his head adorably up at Mateo, before rising and nudging his friend's side.
If he was going to go on a date, he certainly didn't want to do it with so many people around. Now, dates were not supposed to be unilaterally decided, he was pretty sure about that, but even so, Ever was also sure that Mateo would understand his needs and concerns. He was a good friend like that.
Ever out!
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
