Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
OPEN TO ALL It was getting quiet again...not that Amon minded. Thanks to Gabriel's and Viktor's move-ins, the district was getting a little more attention, meaning that Amon actually needed to start working to keep toys on his shelves. Now the crowds were starting to dwindle down again...at least during the weekdays. And so now, things were starting to settle down.
...something in Amon's gut told him it wouldn't last...
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Viktor Croswell on May 2, 2014 4:48:35 GMT
Oh how Amon was right. His peace and quiet wouldn't last very long because it was only moments after that the wild, young adult came crashing through the streets and crashing was not far off from the truth. Speeding down the stretch of road was the red headed merchanic on a contraption that looked like it was all but falling apart when he suddenly swerved to avoid someone and caught a lamp post. Luckily he hadn't been going too fast or couldn't given the scooter was incapable of such extraordinary speeds. The looks he'd recieved were ones of surprise and concern but laughing and cheering, Viktor fell off the scooter and rolled over onto his back. "Oh that was a ride," he muttered to himself as he sat up and rubbed his head. The odd boy took a second to glance over the lamp post he hit and luckily it was intact and showed no signs of damage other than a few knicks. The scooter however was a crumpled mess in the front. "Awh man," he whined and stood. "I guess this model is a bust. Rubbing the back of his neck, he lifted his head and spotted Amon's shop across the way. Couldn't hurt to say hello, huh? Leaving the wreckage where it was, the transportation engineer sauntered over to the toy shop before letting himself in. "Hello," he called out in a chipper tune. "Good day, Amon, I hope you're well!"
Lodan would have to be the best city he had ever been to! Everyone was bustling about in that rushed, crazy manic way that you could only find in the best of city's. Clancy's mouth hurt from smiling so hard. The moment he had set food into this breath taking metropolis he knew this was the place for him. After a bit of wandering he had managed to lug himself and his ungodly heavy suitcases down to the Merchants District. Setting his luggage down with a huff, he stood up straight, resting his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. "Ah... the smell of oil and machinery. Ain't nothin' better!" he said with a content sigh.
Much to his surprise, as he reached back down to struggle with his parcels the sound of a motor vehicle sounded behind him, gradually getting louder. As he turned to the noise he just managed to catch a man on what appeared to be a busted up scooter, swerve around a terrified looking fellow and crash into a pole. Clancy could only stand there in shock as the red headed owner of the scooter rolled off the destroyed mechanism. Bloody Hell that was the most amazing thing he had seem in a while. Instantly he wanted to know the man's name and ask were he could get himself one of those spectacular bikes or scooters or whatever it was called. Reaching back down quickly he grabbed the bags and hoisted them up, grunting with effort "Good God I gotta pack less next time" he wheezed, half running, half collapsing in the direction of the store that the man had just disappeared into.
With a loud bang he threw himself into the shop, breathing heavily. He let his bags hit the ground with a loud thud as he managed to regain his balance. Looking around quickly, he deductied that he was inside a toy shop, what with all the toys laying around. After a second he spotted the red headed fellow and grinned wildly at him "Where on this good earth didja get that thing! Ah, Ma name's Clancy by the way. Clancy Fuchs! It's a pleasure to meet ya mister!" he said in a rush as he reached forward and shook the man's hand vigorously.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
"And there goes my peace," muttered Amon at the sound of the crash. There was only one person that he knew of who was capable of making such a ruckus, and sure enough, Viktor came sauntering in a few seconds later. "Well, at least he's walking," he thought. He was about to respond to Viktor's greeting when a pink haired fellow just burst into the store with a number of large bags. After catching his breath he called out to Viktor, inquired about some sort of thing (presumably what caused the noise outside), and introduced himself as Clancy.
As strange as the spectacle was, Amon was content with letting Clancy bother Viktor, except that he noticed lad's luggage; something about them suggested that Clancy was looking to stay. His heart sinking at the prospect of having to deal with another loud individual, Amon addressed Clancy.
"Um, could I help you with something...?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Viktor Croswell on May 4, 2014 1:46:59 GMT
Viktor's large grin melted into a look of surprise as he heard the doors burst open and then he turned to see what the commotion was. There in the doorway was a fairly small guy who looked barely capable of even holding those huge pieces of luggage. Being ever the good natured person his parents taught him to be, the red head rushed over to assist the pink haired man. "Whoa there buddy," he chuckled lightly as he helped him settle the bags down but then was ultimately caught off guard by the hand that suddenly seized his. The handshake he was given was more energetic than he was used to receiving but he hadn't minded it at all, in fact it was refreshing. "Haha, well, are not you a spritely one. Clancy you say? The name is Viktor Croswell and the thing you're asking about is nothing but junk I was working on. I suppose you could say it is a scooter of sorts. Where'd I get it? Well, I made it of course," his grin rivaled Clancy's at the moment as he released the other's hands then shoved his hands into his pockets. "This ol' grouch here is Amon. You want something then he's the guy to go to you know." Now his green eyes traveled down to the over-sized bags before returning to Clancy's face. "Just moved here or something?"
"Nice to meetcha Viktor!" Clancy listened to Viktor with the utmost attention, his eyes widening in surprise and delight when he heard that he made it himself. "You made that splendid machine....by yourself?!?! That's spectacular!!! Oh I am so jealous right now! Man, I wish I coulda made something like that. How did you make it? Where did you get all the parts? Are you a professional?? Do you take requests? I bet you're one of Mingo's Merchanics-" At the mention of the guilds name he stopped his insistent babbling and practically smacked himself in the face "OH!! I almost forgot, how utterly silly of me! Sorry Viktor, we'll pick this conversation back up in a second!" Quick as a mouse, he zipped around the taller man and bounced up to an even taller fellow "Woah, you're a big one. Are all the people in this city huge? Hello Amon, it is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Clancy Fuchs and I was wondering if you are the man that I can speak to about joining the Mingo's Merchanics?" After the short comment about Lodan's residents height he became utterly serious, looking up at the large silver haired man with a polite smile.
Last Edit: May 4, 2014 19:10:43 GMT by Clancy Fuchs
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
"...Grouch? I take offence to that..." said Amon, raising an eyebrow at Viktor. He then turned to face the eager merchanic. "Yeah, I'm currently in charge of Mingo's Merchanics. If you want to, you can leave your bags here for the time being while you find a building you like. Before you do though, what craft do you practice...?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
At the mention of craft Clancy's face lit up "Ah! I thought I could show you some of my wares! One moment." Spinning quickly on his heels he ran up to one of the bags and clicked it open. Reaching in with as much show as a theater star, he extracted a small .22 pocket revolver. It was all metal plating and had an extravagant design etched into the handle "I made this one a year ago, isn't she beautiful. Took me forever to get the design just right." he cooed at the weapon lovingly in his hand "Shame the man I made it for had to go and get himself killed. Such a pity. Anywho she is made of high strength steel so you could throw her off a clock tower and she'll only come out with a few scratches. Though I don't suggest tossing guns off buildings. It's not very nice to them and what if it landed on someone on it's way down? People don't generally like guns being tossed down upon their heads." After setting the first gun down gently he pulled out two other guns, one just a simple muzzle loading rifle and the other was a showy Blunderbuss Pinfire Pistol. "Funny story on this one, has to do with a pirate! I hope there are pirates here, they are such wonderful people" he said excitedly, waving the rifle around precariously.
A quick glance at Viktor made him pause "You look kinda like a pirate. Are you one or do you just like to dress like that? I'm not judging or anything, it's a lovely outfit, I was just wondering. Some people like to dress like that, I suppose it might be a hobby. Some people find that weird but I don't mind it though, I am glad people take in interest in what they're wearing. If we all just decided to give up on fashion and throw on sac clothes every day that would make me terribly sad. I mean, what appeal is in a sac cloth? You really couldn't go up to people and say 'You sack cloth is looking lovely today' because that would be a lie: a sack cloth will always look the same, unless you roll around in the mud some. Then it will be a dirty sack cloth. That wouldn't look very nice at all. And there is not much variation in sack cloths either so we would all look the same and that would be very boring. Oh! Wait, weren't we suppose to go pick out a shop?! What am I doing babbling about my guns then, lets go!" With that he gathered his wares, set the carefully back into the bag then clacked it shut, bouncing back up with a happy grin. "I'm a gun smith, if you haven't already noticed. I also know how to make minor repairs on flagships and sailboats but that's just a side job. Now, where to next?" He finished, clapping his hands together and looking at Amon eagerly.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Viktor Croswell on May 5, 2014 3:58:47 GMT
"Professional? Maybe one day, and I take commissions, not requests since it costs a lot to make anything in this city. Oh, Amon, I only meant it in small jest," he chuckled lightly as Clancy suddenly became drawn to Amon. So, another Mingo's Merchanic, huh? As soon as the young pink haired man withdrew guns from his bag and began to speak, an almost sadistic grin took over Viktor's features. Oh, how could this be anymore grand? If Amon and Gabriel thought he was enough then they would be in for a rude awakening. This guy was like him if he perhaps had been doped up on drugs! As his thoughts carried on about the cruel torture Amon and Gabriel would have to endure he couldn't help the good hearted laugh that left him before he was addressed. "What? No, I'm not a pirate though to be honest I'd dreamed about finding and joining this rumored Pirate Queen when I was a couple years younger. I hear she's a real looker... no, I only dress like this, I think people confuse me for a pirate because of this," he said as he tapped the bandanna on his head where the skull lay over two crossed swords.
Stepping up to the newcomer, he raised his hands and motioned for the other to slow down. "Whoa, whoa, you talk more than I do and that's quite a feet but do not worry 'cause ol' Viktor is gonna take care of you. As you figure since he already told you, it appears good Amon there is our leader for now as the other leader is a bit tied up with stuff, so, we got to find you a shop then he is going to give you some paperwork to sign and some keys and you're in... I got to say though... gunsmith? I would never have took you for the sort. You seem kind of," he trailed off to think of the word and said it in a questioning voice, "delicate?"
Clancy turned his eager gaze back to Viktor as he talked "A pirate Queen ya say? I would love ta meet her! She sounds fascinatin'!" A small frown showed on his lips at Viktor's mention of him being 'delicate.' "It's ma height isn't it? Or my hair? Your thinkin' that a small feller like me can't be no gun smith cause he looks like a stinkin' fairy? Well my response to that is not ta judge a book by it's cover! I may not look like much but I've knocked out men twice- no, three times my size wit just ma bare fists!" he said with an unhappy huff. "I once knew a run and tuff guy who looked like he broke peoples skulls for a living. Most people where terrified of him but I was nice to him and gave him a chance. Turned out that big ol' ruffian loved nothing more than to collect porcelain unicorns! The world is filled to the brim with oddities and if a small guy wants to make guns for a living or a giant wants to collect lil' unicorns then I say let 'em!"
Clancy paused his rant and took a deep breath, trying to calm his sudden anger. With a small sigh he shoved his hands dejectedly into his pockets, looking thoughtfully down at his shoes "I've lost many a job because people didn't take me seriously. It's aggravating and I'm hopin' that you all here won't do the same and toss me aside just 'cause I don't look the part. I'm a hard worker and I'll try to stay outta trouble..." With a confident smile he looked back up at the two "I'm the best gun smith around and it would be a terrible loss on yer part if ya don't let me into the Merchanics Guild! That's a fact! Now I'm tired from luggin' these bags all over kingdom come. Might we all get this business settled?"
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
"There is more to some people than what meets the eye Viktor...Stephen got a really nasty experience on that the first time you two met," said Amon with a chuckle. He then turned his attention back to Clancy. The lad was way more loud and rambunctious than he would've liked, but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't find Clancy's wares impressive. He eyed each gun greedily, and was a tad disappointed when the guns were put away. "Well...this saves me a few steps...for now..." he thought, giving his mechanical arm a quick glance.
"Alright, calm down. You've more than proven your case. It would be nice to have you around, considering that I haven't seen the only other gun smith around for some time...In any event, as I said, you can leave your bags here while you pick a shop. I'll get the paperwork and keys; Viktor and I can lend you a hand with your luggage when you're ready."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Viktor Croswell on May 5, 2014 23:36:50 GMT
Viktor gave Amon a look of having taken severe offense though it was in jest. "Why, what occurred between me and his royal highness was much different! You see, he insulted me and tore away at my very well being, what I was saying to dear Clancy here is that he just did not strike me as the sort to be in the field of smithing guns! To me he looked like a lad who might be more interested in the finer things like creating paintings or creating instruments, or even playing those instruments." He looked to Clancy now and placed a hand over his heart while frowning deeply. "If I have truly offended you, my friend, then please find it in yourself to forgive this foolish mouth of mine. I had not meant you any ill thought nor you incapable of such work, only that it was a surprising discovery. I by no means doubt your incapability to knock down men larger than you but please, do not strike me for I am a lover not a fighter. In all seriousness, I am sorry." After his apology he stopped to think about the porcelain unicorns and opened his mouth to speak but then closed it and raised his brows. "Hm, odd hobby to collect such things," he murmured on his breath but then looked to the other two. Why did he have this unrelenting feeling that when Amon said we would help carry the bags he meant Viktor would carry the bags? "Right, uh, we should leave those bags here for now while we browse the shops. If you can't find one with living space above it I suppose you could always spend a night or two with me until you figure things out," he offered.
Clancy frowned "This Stephen fellow sounds kinda mean... OOO!! There is another gun smith?! Oh I can't wait to meet him! We could compare our little beauties and give tips and tricks of the trade to eachother- oh that would be so much fun!" Any unhappiness displayed on the small, pink haired man's features before disappeared, almost like flipping a switch. "Alright! Let's check out the houses! Woo!" he jumped up happily, turning towards the door but he paused at Viktor's words. Turning back, he looked at the man with a coy grin on his face "My, my, already asking me to stay that night? Isn't that a tad bold Mr. Croswell, don'tcha think? I mean I hardly know you; We just barely met! At least by me dinner first!" With that he gave the man a playful wink with an utterly amused grin on his face.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Viktor Croswell on May 8, 2014 4:05:00 GMT
Viktor's brows shot up with amusement as he was addressed by Clancy. "You what, mate? Whoa, I ain't.. nah, sorry, you got to buy your own dinner or buy me dinner. I'm not a romantic in the least--even if I did claim I'm a lover and not a fighter. 'Sides, I don't think you're my type at all," he laughed before moving towards the doors. "I'll wait for you both outside."