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a glimpse into the mind of the boy who cannot speak . . . |  |  | table of contents.
- brief history: of the people he had met and places he had been.
- winged heels delivery services
- caleb d'grayson, the messenger
- escapade.
- dare to be great.
- whale dream. aryacena.
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[nospaces] [attr="class","sidequestscont"] [attr="class","sidequestsheader"]  WINGED HEELS DELIVERY SERVICES[attr="class","sidequestsabout"] [attr="class","sidequestsflavour"] [attr="class","sidequestsline"] ACHILLES KNOWS NO LIMITS
everything you value, brought into the heart of Delphi to as far off into the eclipse... [attr="class","sidequestsline"] OVERVIEW"Welcome to Winged Heels Delivery Services! We are happy to have you here. If you'd like anything delivered, anything at all – except those prohibited by law of course – then we've got your back! Our deliveries reach here in the safety of Delphi to the farthest reaches of Eclipse Town.
[break][break]Make your appointment now! Everything you value will be transferred safely in no time."As far as anyone can tell, there is only one mailing company currently existing in Delphi... or, perhaps, is one of the largest and well-known entities in courier service. [break][break]...At least, this is how they constantly advertise themselves. None of it could be further from the truth. [break][break]Established in 1945 – three years before the Great War – Winged Heels Delivery Services prides itself with its superb delivery and mail service. Anything coming into its welcoming doors immediately comes back to the hands of any customer in need. From a small business with humble beginnings, now it stands as one of the most popular companies in the courier industry. So far as we know, there are no exceptions to what can be delivered (within the realm of legality). [break][break]It was founded by a company of three witches, who, together, formed a group of like-minded individuals who wish to join their cause. They aim to be "courier pigeons" – sending and delivering packages no matter what they are, all while avoiding repercussions from the Great War. Back then, it is as though a whispered name, particularly in the slums. So much so, it has created the code phrase for anyone to avail of their services while remaining discreet: "Achilles knows no bounds."[break][break]However, in 1974, two of the founders have perished right after the Great War has ended. The surviving founder, who'd signed himself into Sybaris at that time, had attempted to defect into Pegasus; it cost him an Open Target, and he was found dead the next day. Soon after, in the following years, larger companies from Pegasus witches have taken over the brand and name of Winged Heels Delivery Services, making it now a Pegasus establishment. [break][break]Today, it is still under management of Pegasus; though all is welcome to work here; with coven or none, witch or human. It continues to be successful in their service to this day, and remains one standing courier company without fail. [break][break]Since then, the catchphrase, "Achilles knows no bounds" has now been replaced with "Achilles knows no limits". 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[nospaces] [attr="class","p2cont"] [attr="class","p2top"] [attr="class","p2img"]  [attr="class","p2name"]caleb d'graysonthe messenger [attr="class","p2tags"]pegasus summoning locked initiate [attr="class","p2content"] [attr="class","p2box"][attr="class","fa-solid fa-magnifying-glass"] reputation
He is not known by many.
[break][break]Of course; because there is nothing to be said of him, really. He works as a courier for part-time at one of the oldest mailing and delivery offices at Delphi; on the other hand, he is from the coven Pegasus, still a wee little fledgeling with much to learn. One man, one reputation, one goal; all of which he is set on achieving.
[break][break]It's not as though his goal is big though, honestly. His coworkers know him since the day he has worked in Winged Heels, and within Pegasus, he makes friends of his own accord. He is alright, well, and flourishing.
[break][break]He has nothing more to ask for, really.
[attr="class","p2box"][attr="class","fa-solid fa-pen"] developments
Now he has many he can call friends. It has been fun, meeting people from all walks of life, telling each other stories they may enjoy; but there's only so few of them he has deep connections with. No matter; he will keep expanding his circle through the farthest reaches of Salem if he has to.
[break][break]He also now belongs to a battalion, The Sunseekers. They focus mainly on the Jairwood to perform rescue operations and daemon hunting, from what Caleb can understand. While still a fledgeling, he vows to become stronger to be able to prove himself among their ranks; especially with all these recent happenings, where Salem continues to become dangerous to its core.
[attr="class","p2box"][attr="class","fa-solid fa-envelope"] connections & plot hooks
THE SUNSEEKERS. A lively little band of Pegasus witches, all fit for the same goals! He is glad to be here, truly. Currently it is led by Kap Az'es, who he respects thoroughly as their leader. A few members of the battalion are already known to him – Diespiter Delacour, for instance, is one he considers close enough a friend – though he has no qualms getting closer to the rest. Here's to more adventures!
[break][break]WINGED HEELS DELIVERY SERVICES. The mailing company he has worked for part-time. Caleb has been an employee ever since he was 16; at first, he works for the company to support himself while surviving from the streets. Only then after four years had he switched to part time, as he's too busy for Pegasus work than anything else.
[break][break]One can assume, due to his occupation, that he is nothing but one of the usual delivery men out on their rounds. Firuzeh should find him familiar, since he was the 16-year old delivering her plants for her; it may have been long since their last meeting, though.
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[nospaces] [attr="class","piequesttitle"]escapade [attr="class","piequesthover"]10 years ago. [attr="class","piequest"] [attr="class","blockalert"]tw: indirect mentions of physical abuse and domestic violence [newclass=".blockalert"]background: var(--mainbg);color: var(--iconcolor); padding:1em; margin-bottom:1em; font-weight: bold; color: var(--hovericoncolor); text-transform: uppercase; } .blockalert::before { content: "!"; margin-right: 0.8em; color: var(--secondbg); background-color: var(--hovericoncolor); font-weight: bold; width: 25px; height: 25px; display: inline-block; text-align: center; font-size: 15px; border-radius: 50%;[/newclass] [break]The streets are dark come 12:00. [break][break]There's no sign of anyone loitering around at this time of night. It's dark, foreboding, eerie – ask anyone within this area and you'll know such fear of the dark streets is well within reason. It's why he's brought his flashlight along, bought by his friends from their own savings and given to him for this ordeal and nothing else. [break][break]No thirteen-year old boy should be walking the streets like this. [break][break] ( you'll be fine. ) [break]...It's cold out here. [break][break]The torn cloak he currently wears does nothing to make him any more warm. Wisps of cold breath escape his lips as though smoke. For a few moments, he stands silently, staring at nothing but the street right before him. [break][break] ( he has known the fun of play, with friends all around. it's how they cope with difficulties of life in the slums. it's how they escape from problems back at home. ) [break]...Tears well up in his eyes. [break][break]Finally, finally, he lifts one foot over the other, and continues walking. Some parts of this street are familiar to him, memorized at heart as parts of what little fond memories he has left of this place. He turns corners when he should, following any semblance of an exit that may appear before him. [break][break]...There's a large tree up ahead. He stops to stare at it for a while; remembers when he and his friends used to climb up here and play castle. They'd planned to build a tree house here. [break][break]It remains unfinished to this day, planks of wood rotting right beside its trunk. [break][break]...He's scared. [break][break] ...I want to go home...but home is not home anymore. it's difficult to accept, as was any reasonable reaction a child should have.[break][break] but when he's known nothing but hurt and sorrow from that house, when he's known cold hands that curl into fists and break his delicate skin even from the tiniest mistakes, when violent hands seem to choke the life out of him, successfully ridding him of his voice–[break][break] when the only warm hands in that house, comforting him despite everything, finally tells him enough is enough, and that he should leave, run far, far away from this place– to leave, and live a life she wished she had known, wishes he'll know soon for himself–...Footsteps. [break][break]Behind him. [break][break]He breaks into a run. There's a fork in the road. If he chooses wrong, it's over. He'll be dragged back by the scalp of his hair towards home, his parents will be asked to keep a much closer eye on their child to make sure he does not attempt anything like this ever again–[break][break] –He will not be given another chance like this.[break][break]Caleb turns his flashlight off. The footsteps grow closer. [break][break]He keeps running. [break][break] ( don't look back.
[break]don't look back.
[break]don't look back. ) [break]To keep telling yourself that, over and over and over again...[break][break]...It should make even the strongest of will go mad, shouldn't it? Come light, come morning, he opens his eyes. [break][break]There's a bustling crowd. Noise fills the air, as though part of life and not an anomaly that needs to be squashed. [break][break]...When he stands, he feels he can breathe again. [break][break]From there on out, he realizes... there is nothing to run away from. [break][break] Not anymore.[newclass=".piequest"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .piequest a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .piequest .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .piequesttag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } .piequesttitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; padding:2em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box;width:475px;margin:0 auto; } .piequesthover { opacity: 0; transition: ease 0.5s; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0; position: absolute; width: 475px; box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 300; background-color: #555; padding: 2em; margin-left: -5em; height: 60px; overflow: hidden; background: linear-gradient(transparent, var(--secondbg)); margin-top: -2em; } .piequesttitle:hover .piequesthover {opacity:1;} div[rel=user-22] .piequest b { color: var(--hydra); [/newclass] |
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DARE TO BE GREAT.
[attr="class","locbody"] Achilles knows no limits.
[break][break]'Bounds', they are quick to correct. Achilles knows no bounds; anyone who's lived long enough to witness the horrors of the Great War know how the phrase goes. These are secret words that are to be told to no one, except those who are in need of something. Secret words that no one is allowed to know, except those who desperately require the god's aid.
[break][break]Yes, Achilles knows no bounds; and Achilles also knows no restrictions when it comes to deliveries. Anything he gets his hands on is sent to the right recipients– no exceptions.
[break][break]What has become of Achilles now... it's not so difficult to discern.Somewhere in Delphi lie a nest of courier pigeons. [break][break] Winged Heels Delivery Services, they call themselves. Reaches the comforts of Delphi to the far sides of the eclipse, so they say. It's not a lie; he has seen them before. Clad in white and blue uniforms with a symbol of a foot wearing a winged heel on the back; they seem to be one of the most prominent courier businesses in Delphi. [break][break]For a short moment, he dreams of being in their ranks. It's not so much a want, per say; before Delphi he has not considered what he wants to be when he grows up. Certainly a courier man is not one of the options. [break][break]If you were to tell a young Caleb he would work part time for a courier service, he would not have believed you. [break][break]Unfortunately – presently – he does have his needs. [break][break]A runaway has a need for money. A need for shelter. A need for clothes, for somewhere to stay in... for food. [break][break]He has not realized how hungry he was until now. [break][break]...Asking around, he gathers that Winged Heels takes anyone under its wing, from all walks of life, no matter how impoverished or rich you may be... [break][break]Well. It's time to work. Boys should not have to know how to use weapons at such a young age. [break][break]Yet, it seems, Winged Heels Delivery Services operates differently from the rest of the world. One month into being a rookie and suddenly – like many others who are in his rank – he is dragged into a large gymnasium with a fighting ring at the center. [break][break]Next thing he knows, the seats are filled. He and one other boy is pushed towards the ring; they are at least given an opportunity to choose a weapon to train with. [break][break]–The wooden claymore feels right being held by his hands. [break][break]It's time to train. [break][break] ( he has not fought with a weapon before. neither has his opponent. he has not fought with a weapon, much less one that is supposed to cut into flesh and bone–
[break][break]which is why, when he steps into the ring, his nerves turn all skittish, goosebumps rise from the pores of his skin. even as he raises his claymore in a fighting stance to the best of what his scrawny arms can muster– there is a dizzying fear he cannot avoid.
[break][break]even when they train with fakes, wood is still hard enough to cause a concussion. that is why, when his sparring mate attacks first, he is careful– maneuvering the claymore to avoid hitting his enemy, raising it to dodge if he needs to.
[break][break]someone in the crowd starts calling him a coward. followed by many others. if there were tomatoes, he is sure to be hit most.
[break][break]"don't go easy on me!" his opponent roars. "fight back!"
[break][break]–something snaps within him that day. )A sharp thud of wood on wood. A thrust, a dodge. [break][break]It's almost routine to him, now. [break][break]The blades are quicker when they move; the claymore is not so heavy in his hands anymore, arms strong enough to swing it right in front of his face to catch the sword before it hits. He pushes his opponent away with great force– swinging it to the side, he runs fast towards his enemy. [break][break]Nikos is quick, sure-footed. Every swing from Caleb he manages to avoid with ease; his strikes are swift, and he moves from one direction to another in short momentum. [break][break]But so is Caleb– flinging his claymore upward to throw Nikos offguard, sending him tumbling to the ground. Disoriented, his opponent takes a second to regain his balance– only to look up at Caleb with his arms raised high, claymore aimed to slice his head open– [break][break]...It never comes. [break][break]As his eyes flutter open he watches as Caleb set his claymore down slowly, tip pointed at Nikos' nose. Then a little boop. [break][break]Caleb's shoulders rack from a silent laughter. He brings his fingers close to his cheek. [break][break] Got you.[break][break]When he offers his hand, Nikos is quick to take it; with a groan, Caleb hoists him up to his feet. He swings his claymore at his back and prepares to descend from the fighting ring, in order to return the wooden claymore back on the racks. [break][break] "You've improved," There is a pat on his shoulder. When he turns, Nikos is behind him, a charming smile on his face. "greatly. I'm impressed. You did not hesitate at all."[break][break]The word 'hesitate' makes him pause. All at once he remembers someone in the crowd calling him a coward for not hitting Nikos back then; and Nikos, ever the challenger, had encouraged this, yelled at him to fight back, to not go easy on him. [break][break] ( and he did. he fought back. he swung his claymore so hard it had almost broken the tiles on the fighting ring– managed to hit nikos right at the foot, almost breaking it as well–
[break][break]yet nikos only smiled at him, flashed a grin. "that's what i'm talking about...!" he'd raised a thumb up amidst the pain on his foot; despite being dragged out of the ring to be treated.
[break][break]there is immense guilt after that– even with constant reassurances from their trainer, that he will not get in trouble for what had happened.
[break][break]"keep your chin up, young one. you've proved yourself." she had said from the tears of shame he'd shed. "there will be improvement still left to be had– until then, be proud. achilles has seen what you can do."
[break][break]...what exactly has he done to deserve such praise, really? )[break][break]...Silence does not last long. [break][break]Caleb does not turn– only his head, as he smiles back at Nikos. [break][break] Thank you. It's... not much, really.[break][break]He listens to Nikos protest this– but by now he is not paying much attention. [break][break]...What exactly has he done, that day, to deserve such praise? Greatness does not come without a price.
[break][break]With greatness, come risks– and with risks, come the work that you put in to avoid it.
[break][break]Furthermore, progress to attain greatness is slow. Often painful.
[break][break]But Achilles has no qualms making a warrior out of you. He knows no bounds, no limits.
[break][break]Who are you to take this opportunity for granted?
[break][break]Find greatness, child.
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[nospaces] [attr="class","piequesttitle"]whale dream [attr="class","piequesthover"]aryacena. [attr="class","piequest"] Familiars, he discovers, do not show up early in life. [break][break]For some, that is. [break][break]You may call him a late bloomer. It's quite accurate, really – at the ripe ages of 11 his friends' magical companions had already made themselves known. At 11, he has no idea who his familiar is. [break][break] "No wonder. Considering how worthless you are, there's no way a familiar would even want to be with such a weakling like you."[break][break]...Maybe Father is right. in his dreams, he sees nothing but water.
[break][break]there's... too much of it. he feels submerged, seemingly looking up at clear panes of glass; if he were to reach up, he can surely make it out of here. he can surely not drown.
[break][break]but he has no desire to do it. a wishful part somewhere in his brain keeps telling him to stay where you are, and not move. she'll appear before him soon.
[break][break]who...? he asks himself.
[break][break]somewhere... something is watching him.
[break][break]...no. not something.[break][break]someone. [break][break]he sees nothing but her eyes. watching him intently. concern seems to be there, as well.
[break][break]she glides towards him, hoists him up. her body is huge. maybe huger than huge.
[break][break]who... who are you...?
[break][break]...
[break][break]no. not right now.
[break][break]someday, i'll show myself. and i'll tell you.
[break][break]...someday.There's an unknown presence that's with him by the time he is sixteen. [break][break]He lives in Delphi, now. Struggling to get by. Winged Heels Delivery Services has graciously accepted him into their ranks, but anything he recieves is still not enough to pay rent. Every week, he is kicked out. Overdue bills are no pretty thing. [break][break]It's also... quite a distraction. [break][break]It's difficult enough as it is. Someone asks questions and immediately his mind draws a blank, because suddenly it starts whispering to him. He knows how to sign, but not most people. He writes on his palm instead to send a message. [break][break] Let me talk for you.[break][break]...The same request, again and again. [break][break]No matter how much he tries to ignore her, she's still there. [break][break] Let me speak.[break][break]...How...? [break][break]How should she speak for him when she hasn't even made herself known yet? [break][break] I want to help you. I've realized that by now.
[break][break]...I'm sorry I took so long.the next day, and more days after that, a whale glides next to him to speak. she's loud, and sociable, and not afraid to speak her mind. she tells anyone what she thinks without a hitch.
[break][break]she tells anyone what caleb thinks, without a hitch....Nowadays, he does not find himself dreaming. [break][break]Every morning, though, is met with scoldings from a certain whale. [break][break] –And how many times do I have to tell you! You have ten deliveries to get to by 2:00! You cannot just be laying around the couch all day doing nothing but stare at the ceiling, Caleb![break][break]He stays silent. Keeps staring at the ceiling, which she so thoroughly advises against. [break][break] Oh, for Salem– are you even listening?![break][break]...No, he isn't. [break][break]But he turns his head, faced with a rather frustrated Aryacena; whose expression softens when she sees the smile on Caleb's face. [break][break] ...Arya...[break][break]His fingers are fast, yet careful. No matter how fast he signs, Aryacena will have the gist of it by the end, anyway. [break][break] ...Thank you for showing up that day.[break][break]...She only blinks in response, eyebrows raised in concern. [break][break] What's wrong? What brought this on?[break][break]Caleb doesn't respond, looking away. [break][break] ...Nothing. Nothing at all.[break][break]Nowadays... he does not find himself dreaming, anymore. [newclass=".piequest"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .piequest a { text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:inline-block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;font-size:0.8em;} .piequest .notes { display: block;font-size: 0.8em;letter-spacing: 0.05em;padding: 4em 4em 0 4em;text-align: center;border-top: 1px solid var(--mainbg); margin-top: 4em; } .piequesttag { margin-top:4em; text-align:center; } .piequesttitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; padding:2em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box;width:475px;margin:0 auto; } .piequesthover { opacity: 0; transition: ease 0.5s; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0; position: absolute; width: 475px; box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 300; background-color: #555; padding: 2em; margin-left: -5em; height: 60px; overflow: hidden; background: linear-gradient(transparent, var(--secondbg)); margin-top: -2em; } .piequesttitle:hover .piequesthover {opacity:1;} div[rel=user-22] .piequest b { color: var(--hydra); [/newclass] |
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