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
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Oct 12, 2014 3:55:21 GMT
Jasper half-turned towards his savior and offered his hand.
"Thank you for...uh, saving me back there. My name's Anders. It’s a pleasure to meet you." he spoke half-aware of the introduction; he was too busy focusing on what was happening with the crowd.
A little mechanical bird flew towards the group and into the hands of a young woman clad in the EIRAL uniform. She would be his informant. Jasper waited patiently for the group to diminish. As the crowd members began to disperse one by one, he grew more anxious to get his questions answered; once he deemed the mob small enough, he rushed over to the EIRAL girl.
"Excuse me but could you explain what's going on here?" Jasper asked in mock cluelessness as he ran a hand through his sparkling hair in an attempt to look completely baffled. "Like what happened here. Or, more importantly, do the murder victims and I share any common traits? That way I know whether or not to lock myself in my home for the next few days." he tried his best to lock eyes with the girl and laced his words with a single unspoken suggestion: "Tell me, what do all the victims have in common?"
"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 Iacomus Lerwick on Oct 12, 2014 5:00:45 GMT
Cold droplets of sweat formed on Iacomus' brow as he heard the one EIRAL woman bring up what happened the night he had almost been caught... If she were to somehow figure out it was him, it could mean they might suspect him of being this new murderer, and he was not very fond of the idea of either of those things coming to be. There was one thing he could do to in order to avoid suspicion: Find the killer himself. However, someone else knew of what happened the night before... Max. He turned to the direction in which she was standing, but only saw her figure running in the distance. "Dammit" he said under his breath as he gripped the brim of his hat and walked quickly after her.
Faolan couldn't remember the last time he'd just sat around waiting for something to happen. At least not within the center of the city. The weather was pleasant and the sky was beginning to clear. It made it seem as if this was just another day without something horrible lurking just below the surface. He knew, deep down, that he shouldn't be out here, that he should leave it to someone less vital. He wasn't sure that would be the right thing to do here. A leader always leads from the front. His mentor had told him that along with the lesson that he should never expect others to place themselves in danger when he was not.
The fountain behind him gave a soft trickle which gave a relaxing vibe. He was almost tempted to lounge on one of the benches...almost. He just hoped Danny was able to spread the word. He'd gotten his message to the papers headquarters, and soon the town criers would be out shouting word of his challenge. If this criminal was within the city limits still, he would soon find word of it. He just hoped the criminal was not an Ander as well. It wasn't as if he hadn't fought them before, but they had never been easy fights.
When he finally caught sight of Danny, he straitened up and waited for the kid to approach close enough to talk at an even tone. "How did it go?" he asked, hopeful for a positive response.
Eryn was awakened by a thunder clap , a very loud very deep sound that sounded like a monster, she sat up fast as with fright as she looked around , the room was the same nothing new , she looked over to the window as water was spaying the city? she looked out at the dark streets as she worried if there was a monster out there and if her friends like Lone, Stephen, Zona , Iacomus and Clancy where ok , she wished she could go out and find them but it was night and Edelweiss could get worried , so she had to get back into the bed and rest her head and she hoped they are ok and hoped that if there was a monster outside who made that noise would go away.
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Telekinesis I & II, Aeromancy I, Cryomancy I, Pyromancy I, Gating I, Health I, Kinetics I-III, Toxins I, KF I-III, SF I & II, UC I, TW I
Post by Stephen Leland on Oct 14, 2014 2:44:54 GMT
It took Stephen a moment to figure out what the girl next to him was trying to do. First he had to get past the thought of 'why the bloody hell is this woman making all that noise?' Then it hit him. "Ihuzee?!" he gasped in surprise, his eyes widening under the blindfold. Queens, Ikuze was in here with him. New found fear washed through him. The main priority was to get her out of here, as fast as possible. Suddenly another voice graced his ears. There was a third person? It must be another assassin since he had not heard them make a sound till now. Great, wonder how Ikuze would feel about being tied up with two assassins in the same room.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 14, 2014 3:10:46 GMT
"Well, Roger an' Dain tried ta make sure I couldn' ge' back 'ere so they'd win the bet. But 'side from tha', most the slums an' docks're runnin' gamblin' bets ta see if I make it outta 'ere or no'." Danny fidgeted as he approached Skye and stood next to the man to wait. Well, at least it was the High Commander putting his cards on the table, and who better than the man who lived through the civil war and took command of the army? Danny adjusted his scarf some and sighed. "Look, big guy, do ya really think this'll work? I mean, 'e could jus' shoot us from one'a the rooftops..."
Still a good portion ahead of her, the cloaked figure went into a house and quickly closed the door behind him. Max slowed her pace down to a light walk as she approached it, keeping her hood pulled forward and making sure to slouch forward even more than usual. She didn’t want to be seen. Keeping up a deliberately slow pace, she walked to the opposite side of the street from the house and pretended to browse the wares of a small stand nearby. What she was really doing was memorizing the features of the house, the way the walls were aged, how the roof was a little crooked on one side, the color of the door, just everything she could see about the house, she was putting to memory. Not daring to go near the house, she simply found a small alley nearby and stood in the shadow of a wall, watching the house and contemplating what she should next do.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Oct 15, 2014 17:11:36 GMT
Iacomus caught up with Max, a tiny bit winded but not so much as to be too outwardly noticeable. "I do take it that you didn't catch him." Iacomus said after a pause, and turned to look at the house that Max seemed to be inspecting. "Did he go in there?" He asked, holding out the finger with the black and red ring on it, and after yet another pause, he mumbled under his breath "Do we know it's him?"
“Correct, yes, and no,” Max answered, a bit surprised Iacomus had followed her, but not letting it show. Her face was still solemn and facing the building in question. “He looked suspicious. And he had been watching us at the graveyard. No one else stopped to watch the group,” she explained, touching her knife for security and fidgeting a bit more than usual. She was unsettled and trying not to let it show. “I don’t know what to do now,” she admitted after a moment.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
When the killer stepped back into his home he felt something crunch under his shoe. Leaning down he scooped it up to discover a newspaper. Headlining it was Commander Skye's message. Hm... that was a curious thing, and it puzzled him. The commander of all people should be grateful for his help cleaning the streets of Lodan. He was killing Anders, but his message on the Gholestone wall was an eternity knot in words, meant to loop around itself infinitely, for they all were toys in a sandbox filled just for him.
Well if the commander was going to bring a living shield to the streets, the real killer want to show up and watch the man sweat away the hours of his plan in vain. He couldn't miss seeing this first hand. Just to be sure the EIRAL's didn't have an elaborate plan to sneak up behind his back, beyond staging the Human leader in the middle of Central Square; he'd take his own living shield just in case a hostage became his only ticket out of there. He ducked through his house to the cellar and clicked his heels against the stairs as he descended. Muffled voices and some kind of tap tap tapping was going on in the 2nd room where his anatomy charts and craftmans table were.
He debated the benefits of taking the nobleman with him to play his Ace, but truth be told the boy was only here for getting too close to the truth in the first place. He could take the blue-haired in the room with the nobleman... it would be better if he broke them up so they couldn't go on communicating with their caveman stomping song, but he'd checked her blood and the problem he had with her, she was a half-breed, and it would not do for the opera he was directing. no no. She and the boy would need dispensed with quietly.
The only one left that was of any theatrical use was the winged Ander. Funny, she too had Topaz hair. He curled around the bottom of the steps and grabbed the birdy by her bindings.
"git up," he seethed and yanked her to her feet. "Its your turn to play your part, my little canary." He didn't bother helping her out of the gag or the eye coverings, though he did loose her feet so she'd be a little easier to drag up the stairs. Still he had to drag her and he swore angrily as he did. He'd have to untie her the rest of the way (all except for her hands) if she was to look inconspicuous clinging to his side as his safety net if things went badly. He'd make sure he made a *point* before leaving the house that she couldn't misunderstand about how he expected her to behave in public.
Post by Zona K. Noakes on Oct 16, 2014 1:27:30 GMT
As Zona sat there in the room trying to figure out who else was there, a noise came from outside the door, footsteps to be exact. As the door opened the sound of the footsteps got louder and louder, in a matter of seconds they sounded to be right in front of her, and they were. The presence of the killer loomed over her as he reached down and grabbed her. "Git up. Its your turn to play your part, my little canary." Zona was in shock when he grabbed her, "Canary? What the... Why would he call me that?" she thought to herself. Anger began to sweep over her, "Eeerttt mmmeee ooohhh eeehhhhhooolll!!! Fuuurrr oooouuu!!!" She cursed at the man, as she began to kick her legs and flap her injured wings frantically, suddenly something cold, hard and pointed was in the back of her neck, knowing what it was she calmed herself, not wanting that to go in any deeper.
As he began to drag her out of the room and up the stares she had a hard time walking up the stairs and because of that the killer was getting mad, she would have been able to walk a bit better if he'd untied them. As he cursed at her for her poor walking her untied her feet, "Well about time..." she thought to herself as they made it up the stairs, in no time now that he untied her. Unsure of where they were going and not wanting that knife any deeper in her neck she followed the killer as he half lead half dragged her out of... where ever he kept them all hidden away.
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)
It took Stephen a moment to figure out what the girl next to him was trying to do. First he had to get past the thought of 'why the bloody hell is this woman making all that noise?' Then it hit him. "Ihuzee?!" he gasped in surprise, his eyes widening under the blindfold. Queens, Ikuze was in here with him. New found fear washed through him. The main priority was to get her out of here, as fast as possible. Suddenly another voice graced his ears. There was a third person? It must be another assassin since he had not heard them make a sound till now. Great, wonder how Ikuze would feel about being tied up with two assassins in the same room.
Ikuze stopped with the "music" and gave a triumphant "Mhm!" when Stephen put the pieces together. The sensation of victory was short-lived however when the door opened once more and their kidnapper came back into the room. "Git up. Its your turn to play your part, my little canary." She could make out the muffled demands and insults coming from the other captive, internally wincing as she could guess from the killer's description of them that they were a Winged Anders... a vision of her grand-fathers wings and that little girl's wings appeared in her mind, along with this killer's usual MO. If I could just get this damned gag out of my mouth! the thief turned noble fumed as she tried to figure out what to do.
Post by Stephen Leland on Oct 17, 2014 4:24:28 GMT
Dread entered his heart when he heard the tell tale sound of someone approaching. They took the third unknown person though and left Ikuze and himself alone. Had he known who the third victim was, he would have felt bad, but in truth he was just relieved it was not Ikuze or himself being taken away. Thanks to that persons sacrifice, Ikuze and him might have a chance on getting out now. After echoes of footfalls sounded no more, Stephen jumped into action. "Ihuze, geh ovha heir. Weh ned to oove hahst" he instructed. He edged over to her, trying not to jostle his wounded arm too much as he moved over.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 17, 2014 4:32:54 GMT
When the EIRAL soldier put the decision of what they would do or where they would go back into Caitlin's hands she wasn't really sure where to go, other than back home she'd guess, but she wouldn't learn anything new that way. Then the other woman pulled the first aside and the two whispered amongst themselves. Since Cait was in their custody so to speak, it was easy to slink off to the side with them and eaves drop. The olive skinned soldier opened a paper to the fair skinned one in charge of watching Caitlin. Cait read it over their shoulders, lurking behind them like some kind of snoop.
"What?" She hissed and then covered her mouth. Too late to hide the fact she'd read it too, she continued. "He can't really be baiting the killer with himself? We have to go to him, we have to go to the square." She insisted.
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
Max suddenly became alert as she noticed movement at the house she had just been studying. The front door opened and the shadowy figure emerged once again, this time dragging a blue-haired girl with him. Her wings were exposed and she struggled to stand up straight, let along walk next to him. Recognizing her, but not remembering her name, Max could only watch as they shuffled forward and turned down the street, walking in the direction of the Theater District. She kept her gaze fixed on him (which was easier now that there was blue hair to see), pulled her hood back up, and followed along several lengths behind, being extra careful to stay hidden in the crowd and forgetting Iacomus had even been with her. For all she knew, she was melted into the crowd. She didn't want to be noticed by anyone. Her heart was racing and she could only focus on one thing: Following them.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
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