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.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
At his response, she could merely shrug; likely correct on that assumption. It was rarely on purpose. But the latter course enacted another grin from the youth, wild and wicked and matching on savagery – perhaps the one thing they could always agree on were semblances of nefarious deeds. “That’s all right with me.” Jack could make himself scarce all he wanted, if the honeybee got to snag at some special button.
With one last swipe at another cluster of constellations, the honeybee surmised they were likely done for the evening – wouldn’t want to catch ‘em all, of course (that was a different game entirely). “I think I’ve got enough,” she mentioned, knowing Jack wouldn’t want to stick around for a task he thought was infantile anyway.
"Good," Jack says, and if he'd had a drink he'd have raised it in a toast to her. As it stands he merely gives Seven a reluctant scratch behind the ear in the hopes that she'll leave him alone (she doesn't, of course) and rolls to rise up and stand. Stretching his arms above his head, he raises his eyebrows as he watches her scoop up the last of her 'stars', resisting the urge to roll his eyes if only because a literal goddess has told them to do it.
"At last," he drawls, both playful and barbed in one. "Let's go to the Hanged Man, then. All this watchin' you do work has made me thirsty." Allowing Seven to hop up onto his shoulder for no other reason than because she'll only complain otherwise, the captain turns to lead them through the starlight across the beach. All in a night's work, and all that.
~FIN
like a secret or a sin
JACK
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
