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“Ian. Or Ari.

Not only do I really like the names, but you also kinda look like you could pull either of them off.”

The hidden prince watched the woman from the deck of the ship. He could tell, even from this distance, that she was something other, special. For whatever reason she turned to look in his direction and he saw them, her eyes. They were the color of a rip tide as it tore up the bottom of the ocean. She was the rogue wave that tipped boats and drowned sailors. The corner his lip mouth pulled up into a playful smile as he whispered, "Carribean Queen," into the salty breeze. Whether she knew it or not, that would be what he called her forever more.

"Hidden Danger ... because those currents can rarely be seen from the surface."

"Abby." He said simply, "Probably not the most creative, but.." He rolled a chess-piece in the palm of his hand, bored.

"Give the child a nickname, huh?" Isa hummed, cupping her chin with two fingers. "Well, you're an Earl. . . Your family has a toy factory. . ."

Her eyes lit up. "You are the Lord of Toy Town." She decreed with a snap of her fingers. "Now, how would you like to pay for your nickname?"

It was always a treat to run into another creature born from the unfathomable. Finding those of likeness was a chance few and far, but sometimes Xailah came upon others like her. Granted, this one did not feel like one of her own, albeit, the pale-haired lady did feel adjacent. "My, what a lovely smile you have, miss- and so many teeth!" The other entity was offered a ceremonious bow of the head, as she marveled at the woman's seemingly permanent grin. "I have read much of the literature mankind brought us. You remind me of a character from a old book I read once." Xailah hummed, her golden hues lidding in consideration. "I think Cheshire would be more than fitting for you."

Lexi thought about this for a moment.
"Hm... maybe... Morticia?"

Heretic.

The fellow yawned and looked at the man before him. Percy couldn't take his eyes of the man's skull. "El cráneo", he announced sluggishly.

“poo poo Estrada. ha..haha...” Peristéri cracked themself up with such a childish answer. “..cause his name… it starts with a P…” It only took a matter of time before Peristéri began to wheeze and laugh hysterically to themself.

Krepta looks the creature up and down dubiously. "Yeah, yeah, alright Giggles, we get it. Y'know-- I think that's what I'll call you from now on. Seems to fit."

"Um, I think 'Walkabout' would be a good nickname for you."

"Cherry Bomb."

Not much to go on, so I go for what I see. You're "All-ears".

“💕 aww…I LOVE it 💕”

*Sophia makes note of her new nickname*

“Reynard… Hmmm…. I know… GG! …Gas and Guns… get it?”

Alan Wake gave the young woman a good, long look, scrutinizing her for any hint of motivation. Her features were prominent, from the dimples she sported when she smiled, to the jet-black hair that framed her sharp face in shining whorls. Perhaps it was the sparkling eyes enkindled with a mischievous intelligence of someone who got away with it more times than they probably should have. Either way, it was a favorable sort of rascality that appealed to the author.

"I think maybe you're someone I probably shouldn't get too wrapped up in," he chuckled light-heartedly. "You're fun, that I can tell. But you might be the kinda fun that'll wind me up in all kinds of trouble. That's it. That's the one. You're 'Trouble' ."

Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey

"Hmm" She looked the humanoid creature up and down, fluffy, cool colors, blue eyes, she thought for a long moment. "Snow Thistle..." she hesitated... "or Frostpaw?" She pulled on her sweater sleeves. "I'm not very good at this I don't think." She said as her brows scrunched and she pushed up her spectacles. "OH. Snowdrop!" She figured it might be too cutsey for a guy, but it's what she thought of.

Examining the woman in front of her, she thought for a moment, tapping a finger against her cheek as she did. That was until a nickname popped up in her mind. "Sunshine." Esme waved her hand towards her, pointing her index finger. "You're as bright as the sun in my eyes, a gentle aura surrounds you."

Sophia gazed at the woman before her, and could sense a sadness along with a perseverance emanating from her. Different names came and went through Sophie’s head, as they may have been fitting, they just didn’t seem ‘right’.

“Honeysuckle. That seems fitting. It takes in the color of your eyes and the seeming sweet nature I feel.” Sophia took a breath and smiled as she daydreamed a little.