Kairos stalked through the hall of the castle towards the door, wearing a backpack laden with gold on their shoulder. They entirely ignored their ancestor, who had appeared from deeper inside the building.
The double doors of the hall slammed shut as Kairos approached. “Kairos,” Nirael called, and Kairos heard him following them across the hall.
Kairos stared at the doors for a long moment and then attempted to open them, to no avail. This just seemed to aggravate Nirael.
“Just fucking talk to me, will you?” Snapped Nirael, and Kairos whirled about.
“About what? You’re completely out of touch-”
“-About that, for starters.” Nirael growled, pointing at the backpack on Kairos’ shoulder. “You haven’t done shit here to earn that, at least Mira is stud--”
“Since when did I have to earn it?” Kairos interrupted Nirael in turn, baring their teeth. “You left this castle to rot, I lived here for twenty sweeps using the money in the treasury as my own. And suddenly you have qualms with it?”
“You were a child. And yes, I wasn’t here to place any hive rules. But I’m here now, and you need to be taught a fucking lesson about entitlement.”
“Entitlement!” Spat Kairos, nigh shaking with rage. “Fine. If you want me to earn my keep, then I shall in the only way I know how.” They slung the bag off their shoulder and drew their sword, and Nirael merely raised his hand.
Their arguing had brought Mira and Tosiol in from whatever parts of the castle they had been, and both stood aside, watching the situation escalate.
Nirael waved his hand, and Kairos’ weapon was wrenched from their hands, flying into his. He hefted the two-handed sword easily, looking it over. “Using my own sword against me? I was going to let you keep this, but I think I’ll be taking it back.”
Kairos glowered for a long moment, and then pulled a handgun from their belt and aimed it at Nirael. They fired, once, but a wall of tile and earth was already rising up to block the bullet.
“Really, did you think that would work? Come on now, use your magic.” Nirael called from behind the wall, and Kairos whirled back around to kick at the door. Nirael laughed, as soon as he realized what Kairos was doing.
“All that big talk about earning your keep and you’re trying to run away? Seriously, what did you expect, Kairos? This is a mage’s battle.”
“I cannot use my magic! You know that!” Snarled Kairos, hand on the door which refused to budge.
“You can. You did before--”
“Nirael. That’s enough.” Tosiol stormed forward, arms crossed, and Nirael threw an innocent look at her.
“They barely survived the last time they used their magic here, and you could barely keep them from ripping the castle apart.” Tosiol’s stern gaze flickered to Kairos. “Kairos, attack my matesprit again and I will rip you limb from limb, regardless of whether or not he is capable of defending himself, do you understand?”
Kairos only bared their teeth at her. Nirael pouted, letting the wall of earth sink back into the ground as though nothing had risen out of it to begin with.
“So, what, we just let them leave?”
“Without the gold, yes. If they will not listen.” Hissed Tosiol, gaze fixed on Kairos.
“Listen to what?” Growled Kairos. “Tirades about how I am squandering the talent that I cannot fucking use? Demands to earn my right to a few thousand caegars through that aforementioned impossible task?”
“We can help you, you foolish whelp!” Spat Tosiol. “You should, by rights, be fully capable of using your magic. We can help you understand why, and how to fix it!”
“Bold claims, and what right do you have to make them? You are neither a mage nor at all related to me-”
A blunt spear of earth shot out of the ground, striking Kairos in the gut and slamming them into the solid door. The spear receded just as quickly and Kairos sunk to their knees, gasping for breath.
“Do not fucking insult my matesprit!” Snarled Nirael, and somewhere behind him, Mira rubbed his face with one hand.
“If you refuse to accept our help and better yourself, Kairos, then you have no place here, and no right to Nirael’s treasure.” Tosiol continued. Kairos held their stomach, wheezing as they attempted to reply.
“There’s- Nothing that can be done-! I haven’t been able to control my magic in sweeps, I am physically incapable of doing as you ask! I cannot just fucking leave besides, the Fleet will hunt me, will hunt everyone I care about-”
“Uh, they have a point.” Mira called out, starting to step forward.
“Shut up, boy.” Barked Nirael, clearly now in a worse mood. Mira stopped where he stood, and tossed up his hand in exasperation.
“The Fleet is nothing compared to what it was in sweeps past- I can protect you from that, easily. And if you unlocked your magic, you could protect yourself and the people you care about. If you really want to continue siding with the Empire, then fine- But I must reiterate that in which case, you have no place here.” Nirael continued.
“C’mon, can you listen to both of us, for like, a second-” Mira attempted to speak up again, and Nirael shot him a glare.
“I told you to shut up, Mira.”
“Nirael.” Tosiol warned, and Nirael looked to her before tossing a hand up with a sigh.
“Fine. What do you have to say.”
“First of all. If you’re gonna ask us to listen to you, then you have to listen to us, too. Y’know, without telling us to shut up first or interrupting us.” Mira continued moving over to be at conversational distance. Kairos hauled themselves to their feet finally, and leaned against the door.
“Second, Kairos has a life outside of magic and studying, and so do the people they care about. They obviously can’t bundle all of that up nice and neat and bring it here to keep safe. There has to be a compromise, right?”
Nirael looked to Kairos, who breathlessly tossed up a hand. “I’m all fucking fins if you actually want to suggest something reasonable.”
Nirael thought for a moment. “So... We go to you, I guess?”
“You guess.” Kairos sighed. “I have a hivemate who is also Fleet, I have to practice in secret if at all. And besides, how exactly do you intend to help me? You cannot control my magic for me.”
“I can at least study your casting so I can try to figure out what’s wrong. Tosiol is right, again, of course, you should be able to use your magic. You’re perfectly suited to it.” Nirael said, tilting his head.
“I don’t see how I am, considering I cannot fucking use it. One of us has to be wrong.” Kairos said, exasperated.
“Hmmh.” Nirael folded his arms. “Well, we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk to us about your casting, or let us study it. That’s all we’re trying to say.”
“Really, because it sounded like you were trying to threaten and disown me.” Kairos grumbled. Nirael opened his mouth to snap back but Tosiol put a hand on his arm to stop him with a sigh.
“That’s enough. Kairos, just leave. We’ll have this conversation another time. I do suggest you find it in you to have a modicum of decency when you speak with your elders.” Tosiol said. Kairos snatched up the backpack without another word, and Nirael looked at the sword in his hand before tossing it back in Kairos’ direction.
“Take this back, too. It likes you better.”
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NiGHTs oc?
NiGHTS oc.🫣
I couldn’t help it honestly- I liked the Nightmaren designs @silverpsychedelic did for Nights and Reala so I kinda snatched some inspo from them-
(I fucking adore how they do Nights like Omg the white????- stop it You’re giving me ideas)
Now my intent for this character was that their gender is sorta like Nights-
like it’s left up for interp cuz yeah they look female but I gave them a Male voice-
why?
why not.
Idk I loved the idea of having a character that can be drawn as either gender based upon a persons liking/preference.
just- don’t destroy friendships over them okay?
But their name is Mira and they’re a Nightopian that inhabits the Ideya of Hope’s realm-
They are a physical manifestation of a child’s desires, wants, and wishes.
The skies the limit and any wish you have Mira can grant- but this is based on their willingness to grant said wish.
Since they act more so on the childish side and they choose to be difficult when given more- boring- wishes to grant.
To give you a basic idea on their personality here are some character inspos!:
Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)
Sun (FNAF SB)
The Collector (TOH) ((I’ve never watched the Owl House but the Collector is a goofy lil guy)
and Power (Chainsaw Man)
(And speaking of The Collector- Mira has the voice of the collector and I’m itching to make an animatic one day using the Collectors voice files as audio)
Their story is up in the air but I couldn’t help myself- and now I’m swooning over their design.
OH- and these were drawn on a collaborative drawing website me and my bestie use all the time- it’s called Magma.
(I plan on making a flushed out ref of Mira soon on my schools procreate tablet cuz there’s some details on Mira you can’t see so wait for that soon!)
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👑 also yeeting one for Mira Nova-
SEND ME 👑 + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE !
I’LL REPLY WITH
WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO
HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO
ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):
(Sure, I'd give her a go in the right context! I technically have tried writing her once before - an RP where a bunch of characters were trapped in a haunted, run-down Disney World -, but the site was short-lived, and it was before I even got close to being a good RPer anyway, so it doesn't really count in my mind! So, new post time it is...!)
Laser flashed out, reducing another Hornet to space dust that was imminently scattered to the four winds as the space ranger shot through the spot it had just been occupying. Adjusting her thrusters to let her hover in mid-air, the teal-skinned ranger surveyed the scene. She flipped open her wrist communicator.
"Mira to Buzz, all clear on my side. Approaching the target now."
"Good work, Ranger." her commander's voice crackled back through the tiny speaker. "Proceed as planned: I'm coming up from the other approach now."
No sooner said than done: wheeling in place, Mira kicked in her rocket boosters again, shooting ahead across the desolate landscape towards the remote fortress in the valley below. Whatever Zurg or his cronies were up to down there, they were about to have unwelcome company. Out the corner of her vision, she noted laser turrets swinging around to target her, and she couldn't help a grim smirk.
This one went out to anyone who still thought that a princess had no business being a space ranger: time to show them just what she could do.
One jet-powered dive and swoop later, and both laser turret emplacements were smoking ruins. She shouldn't let herself get cocky, Mira knew from bitter experience, but that didn't stop her feeling a personal rush of satisfaction.
She cast a quick glance around to check her position then, before any more defences could appear, darted down towards the solid stone-- and then straight through, ghosting into the fortress itself. Allowing a moment to drop her helmet and shake her hair free, Mira nonetheless kept her guard up as she slunk stealthily deeper into the enemy base.
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