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
Ikuze braced herself as she heard the kidnapper coming closer towards her before whoever else was a prisoner in here drew their attention. "Calm down Patch! I didn't forget about ya!" The thief frowned beneath her gag at the killers name for the man in the room with her. Patch? Patch? Who the hell... eyepatch... Stephen?! She waited till the killer was gone before rolling back towards the person she supposed was Stephen Leland. When she was close to him, she tried to figure out a better way to communicate than their muted voices... to let him know that it was her... The half-bloods mind went to work for a solution, idly tapping her boot against the floor before she grinned beneath the gag.
She began to stomp on the floor, twice at a time before clapping her hands once as best she could with them restrained. After doing this for a few times she began to hum the lyrics. If her trying to do a damned song didn't get his bloody brain working then she'd have to smack some sense into him later... if there was a later. Ikuze wondered who their other guest was...
Zona didn't realize that when the killer shut the door he shut it with him in there with them. As Zona lay there for a moment in pain she listened to what was going on, she heard bottles clanking and rustling and foot steps going to where she thought the other captive people may be. Her guess was right when she heard a lot of rustling and inaudible sounds coming from one of the other people, the killer said something but Zona couldn't hear it, seconds after the sounds of muffled cries of pain could be heard, then the shut of the creaky door.
With the Killer gone Zona was able to weasel herself up on her back legs into a sitting like position. Zona heard the sound of stomping and clapping coming from one of the captive people, only to cause more confusion. Not sure what to do she tried to call out, "Huuummmff..." was all she could get out.
Because of how numb her wings were she couldn't tell how far they had been tied, so in an attempt at flying, or at least flapping, she moved her wings as much as she could causing a slight breeze to come from them. Pain shot through them as she did that causing her to realize that the killer messed with both her wings, but only tied them up to where the two main wing bones meet together, leaving her with the ability to flap them a bit.
Badger: The cuss you are. Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me? Badger: No, you cussing with me? Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me! Badger: If you're gonna cuss with somebody, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss! Mr. Fox: You're not gonna cuss with me! -Fantastic Mr.Fox (2009)
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 11, 2014 4:17:33 GMT
Caitlin looked at the majority of people stealing glances at her. Then she looked around to try and figure out why.
Oh. Right. She was the only noble still loitering near this gloomy subject. She was also the first target, and it was like she'd grown a second head. Now the army was bothering themselves to babysit her? Cait gave the soldier woman an incredulous glance, but softened her gaze. it wasn't her fault, and maybe if Caitlin went along politely it would lead back to the Commander and who knew, perhaps he had intel and she'd be eager to hear it.
"Alright, where must we go?" She asked the woman. Her ears didn't fail to catch the rest of the convo around them, or the Eureka moment of the other army girl. Perhaps they were getting closer, perhaps not, but there was one way she'd feel the most confident in their efforts, and that was by talking to their leader. Hopefully he wasn't too tied up to let her in on the secret... supposing he had one or two.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Mulven Renehan on Oct 11, 2014 4:26:10 GMT
Unlike most people in the Mingo's guild who were having an open show of respect, honoring their fallen, Mulven was out frantically searching for a certain small woman who was more difficult to catch sneaking out of his house than a puppy! and he would know, he'd caught her little dog slipping out before and it wasn't nearly this difficult to find. With a killer on the loose, and some crazy cult chasing after his woman, he was having a hard time playing his part for his old guild leader. To be fair, the old goat was retired before Mulven joined their ranks but still...
"How the hell does she keep doing this?" He muttered, circling the block and coming to the edge of the Merchant district cemetery by mere coincidence. He'd searched everywhere else he knew to look already. Perhaps the answer was way simpler, perhaps she'd gone to the funeral when he hadn't?
"Excuse me," he cleared his throat and spoke loudly as he approached a crowd. "Has anyone seen a petite little woman with short brown hair and an eye patch? No?" He hoped one of them would say yes, there were two soldiers nearby, he hoped that wasn't a sign that Rava had been found hurt or worse. He cleared his throat again and tapped on the nearest shoulder as soon as he reached them. "Excuse me,"
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Oct 11, 2014 16:54:43 GMT
Jasper had been strolling through the Merchant District, desperately attempting to stay as far away from the funeral as possible. He didn't like funerals - couldn’t stand them really - all the tears and mourning made him more than uncomfortable. But for some reason he could escape this one; it was like it was calling to him. Perhaps it was because of how big the crowd was or perhaps the fact that this had been a murder roused a sick curiosity in his heart. He walked around the block a few more times before eventually, reluctantly shuffling over to the crowd that had gathered around the graveyard gate - to leave he assumed.
"But if they're leaving why are they all just standing there?" he thought to himself moving his lips wordlessly.
He sped up a small fraction. As he walked he noticed a man - thin, tall, and clad in black like most everyone else - reach down and pick up a piece of crumpled red paper. The man began reading what Jasper assumed to be what was written on the tiny page. The first few lines flew by him but as he got closer, he heard something that turned his blood to ice. "...her fingers are missing..." He paused a second but his curiosity egged him on. He reached the outskirts of the crowd and, because of his short height, had to push through to get a glimpse.
The man hadn't lied. Jasper recognized the red of blood leaking from the nubs where the corpse's fingers should have been. A wave of nausea passed through his stomach and to keep himself from vomiting right then and there he whisper to himself, filling his voice with as much influence as he possibly could: "Don't throw up." (Deceit I)
His stomach held strong for a few moments; he took that time to ease his way out of the crowd and as far away from here as he possibly could. He stopped just a few feet from the start of an alley across the street. The taste of bile filled his mouth and tears brimmed in his eyes.
"Who could do that kind of thing!?" he thought to himself, pacing frantically. "It's sick! It's twisted! It's wrong!" he steadied himself for just a second. He was a member of CAEsEL and he had a duty - to Lodan, and himself - to find this murder and end him. He turned back towards the cemetery, watching as the crowd grew steadily.
Out of nowhere, a moist cloth was pressed hard against his mouth and nose. He tried to fight off whoever it was but the drug took effect almost instantly and he was out like a light.
"You know what they say: Ignorance is bliss, and while I might not be as ignorant as I seem, I intend to live in bliss for as long as I can." -Jasper, All in the Family Note: I enjoy quoting myself
Post by Aurelia Voltaire on Oct 11, 2014 20:28:42 GMT
Everything was happening so fast there would be no way for anything to get done if the group did not take a step back and think about things under less pressure. Everyone had ideas but nothing would get solved unless we all took a step back and thought about everything we had so far. Aurelia had little faith in the EIRAL and so far they have proved to be nothing but grasping at thin fleeting ideas like the rest of us. However the noble who spoke about possibly having an idea may be able to point us in the right direction…
"I do believe it’s time we take this inquiry somewhere a little more private wouldn’t you lot agree?”
She rose her eyebrows looking at everyone standing around the dead girl. She didn’t know how the nobles would react to a commoner like herself trying to take a little lead in all of this. The rest of the group would hopefully agree with her, if not … Well she knew better then to go out alone on this one. She would have to figure something out. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 11, 2014 21:23:38 GMT
"I would not suggest moving the body as doing so could tamper with any evidence our investigators may find," she tells the lot then looks to Jovena now that she had arrived. "These folks say they sent word to EIRAL but we need a team of qualified investigators out here stat. They will see about closing off the street and taking care of the body. Would you be able to send word?" To the others, she frowns and looks. "I will have to decline on invitation," she says to Aurelia. "EIRAL has its own speculations and we are working to narrow down our solution with the information gathered. As for you, Lady Caitlin, it is no for me to say. I am here to ensure that you remain safe. Where you go, I must. All I can do is advise you not to venture in shadier parts of town."
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Oct 11, 2014 22:34:58 GMT
When Jasper finally came to about ten minutes later, he found himself in the same position - albeit crumpled on hard ground. The crowd across the street was still rather large.
"Guess I wasn't what he wanted." Jasper thought to himself brushing some loose hair from his face. "Wonder what he does want then." he continued aloud.
He picked himself off the asphalt and immediately smashed into the wall next to him - dizziness must have been one of the side effects of the drug the killer was using. It took several minutes and deep breaths to steady his feet; he glanced around the alleyway, checking to see if his attacker, and possibly the killer, was still here. He wasn't. It turned out if Jasper wanted to catch this madman, he would have to acquire some information first. Soon after, he traversed back across the street careful to stay at the edge of the crowd; he did not want to see that gruesome scene again. Perhaps, once things cleared up, he could persuade one of the EIRAL members to tell him what was going on.
"You know what they say: Ignorance is bliss, and while I might not be as ignorant as I seem, I intend to live in bliss for as long as I can." -Jasper, All in the Family Note: I enjoy quoting myself
The killer had indeed left his hideout to witness the crowd awing at his penmenship in the streets, but now that the streets were clearing he couldn't find a safe nook to peer out of. He turned tail and left, back to his workshop. It was not standard proceedure to bring his vicitims home, in fact, this was the first time he had done so and now he wondered why. The man he knew why, but the women, they had been echo's of the man's capture and they had not served his purpose. He was already returning home and he would fix this. It would seem that, little known to the general public, there were some copy-cat killers in their midst taking inspiration from and making sloppy work of their imitations of the real vigilanty. There is a rhythm and a formula to the real serial killers behavior, a recipe that is brutal and methodical and would not allow collect victims into a mob that could easily turn on him. The three he already harbored were handful enough - and three were too many left alive in his estimation...
One would have to die. Now. So he could marvel at his beautiful work and stage it in public come a new dawn so that the public may see too what he has done. That would leave him with only two... and yet still... two alive were too many.......
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Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Oct 11, 2014 22:48:01 GMT
"Watch'er head," Mae said to the man as he stepped away from the wall and crossed the street. she walked with him back to the crowd by the fence and dusted her hands off on her jacket nonchalant. "Seems someone wanted a bit of this twisted glory and got their mitts on you, but dun'worry, I took care of it." She saw the altercation from the corner of her eye and came over to investigate. She might have even believed the punk putting hands on the nauseated kid was the missing murder - except he dropped the drugged cloth on the ground and was shaking in his boots after his target collapsed from the drug.
She had tsked the stupid boy, even smaller than his target (Jasper) and she pinned him to the wall with her claws. To him she had said, 'think this is a game or a cheap joke? boy you better learn your lesson from me now than from them later,' nodding her head in the EIRALs direction. 'Ye aint even big enough to cary a blow fly to the dumpster let alone a living person so go back to your day job eh, and quit with scarin' people like you got the grit.'
As the crowd continued to bicker about what to do, Max eased to the back of everyone and continued to watch the scenery around her. She was still looking for anyone suspicious, and the blue haired guy she had seen around the guild was not suspicious. However, the person grabbing him was. But before Max could react and help out Jasper, another CAEsAL jumped forward and rescued him. She breathed a small sigh of relief, but didn’t think the kid that had attacked him was the killer in question. He just didn’t appear ruthless enough.
Just when she started thinking the killer wouldn’t show, she spotted someone unusually suspicious. A tall person with a cloak, much like her own, watching the crowd closely. They were there for but a moment before turning around and leaving. Not bothering to tell anyone what she doing, Max took off in a quiet sprint after them, hoping to follow their trail and maybe figure out where they were hiding. She too, quickly disappeared into the business of the district, keeping the hooded figure in her view as much as she could. It seems paying attention to the surroundings paid off after all, she thought, turning down street after street in chase.
Rava had been following the man with the robot arm for a while now , sneaking and watching. listening to everything he said , but yet no sight of the clue of the killer or the killer him/her-self. this task was fruitless as she felt there was no way that she would managed to catch or kill this person. maybe this was not her hunt for this one , she still needed to recover more , learn more , she started to make her way back home. maybe she could spend the night at the salty Dog but knowing Mulven he be worried sick so she headed back , hopping to find him 1st.
(sorry for the short post , just she does not have the tools to do the job 'yet')
Post by Jovena Barbados on Oct 11, 2014 23:05:24 GMT
Jovena listened to Lorraine and nodded, she even popped a salute. "Sure thing, I'll run word back to HQ and see if there is any new information waiting there." Just before she turned to leave a message arrived for them. She took the mechanical carrier pigeon in her hand, felt the little thing wobble from the Ander effects crowding them, and just after it delivered Commander Skye's message, the poor contraption popped a spring and crumbled in a sad defeated heap. She eyed the spring where it landed in someone's hair.
The note simply read, 'To the killer in our midst. Your work is that of a child, at best and your terrible grasp of the English language proves that. Further, I believe you to be a coward, unwilling to truly threaten yourself. If you wish to prove me wrong, I will be at the fountains in the Theatre District with an Ander. Try and take him if you are not the impotent whelp I believe you to be. I will stop you, just as I stopped you from claiming your first victim. Sincerely, Faolan Skye, High Commander of the EIRAL.'
"Uh, can I, have that back?" She asked, then turned her eye to the leader of Mingos (whom most EIRAL knew as head of their external supply chain, if they worked in supply, which, she currently did since she didn't possess a cool specialty like the more experienced combat soldiers). "Do you think you can put this back together for us?" She spoke off handedly while reading the missive, the weight of the commanders message sunk in and her eyes shifted to Lorraine. She handed the broken messenger to the mechanic and pulled Lorraine aside.
"This sounds bad, what do you think?" She handed her the note.
Post by Jackson R. Willbert on Oct 11, 2014 23:47:23 GMT
He felt like he was being followed, but why? He must be paranoid. He sped up, his pursuer sped up. He took a sharp turn then did they. dung. He did everything to shake his shadow before finally ducking safely inside his home. That was close!
"Hm? Oh, sure," replied Amon, taking the mechanical heap from the EIRAL soldier. "Poor thing...I'll get this back to you by tomorrow morning. Well, stay safe you guys; if you need anything from me, I'll be in my shop...hopefully tomorrow we'll have something," he said. He then turned and made his way through the crowd and towards to his shop. Hopefully this project will help him to clear his mind...
"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
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