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 Edgar Anapello on Jun 1, 2015 10:04:01 GMT
Open to all anders with a special invitation to Lone Bateleur This is the nighttime half of Edgar's first day of opening shop. For the daytime half, see the thread "Open for Business (Day Thread)" With his first day of over, Edgar stood up and stretched his achy back. The sun was just beginning to set, meaning that certain other customers could begin arriving. With the barber shop sign now reading CLOSED, he stepped out into the street. The front and the back of the building weren’t connected inside, as per his request, so he had to walk around the block to enter an alley and come up to the door. He unlocked it quickly and quietly before stepping inside, and then locked the door anew from within. Edgar took a seat and brushed off his materials, waiting to hear a sound at the door.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
And a sound at the window was what pursued. Gazing into the shop were two, large, pale yellow eyes through smooth locks of long hair that swept across a face, ashen in the darkness that enveloped the street behind her.
Post by Edgar Anapello on Jun 15, 2015 3:46:29 GMT
Hearing something, Edgar glanced over at two eyes attempting to peer inside. “Good thing the windows are blacked out,” he muttered, wondering what the person wanted. He got up and walked over to the door, opening the slot that was at eye level. “Come to the door,” he said loud enough for whoever was out there to hear. Either they’d walk up or get lost.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Lone jumped back, and flapped what was left of her wings slowly as she, with much caution, inspected the man - or his eyes, at least - through the slot. She crept closer, very slowly, curious, but fearful.
Post by Edgar Anapello on Jun 18, 2015 3:16:33 GMT
Watching the girl approach, he immediately saw why she wandered to his shop. She must be an orphan, and it looked like she had run into a few too many Anderswelter haters by the condition of her wings. Seeing no need to ask her the usual question. Closing the slit, he stepped back and opened the door. “Come in,” he said, allowing the young girl to come within. She probably just wanted to learn the spell to hide the wings. More than a handful of orphans had made their way to his night business, asking to learn the spell no one had taken the time to teach them.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Edgar Anapello on Jun 19, 2015 20:12:02 GMT
Closing the door behind her, Edgar sat down and took off his gloves. For some reason, magic always felt easier to perform when the gloves were off. With the girl sitting still, on the floor, he crouched down and slowly said the words of the spell. Since he wasn’t casting it on himself, he had to reach out and touch the other girl as he finished speaking, already feeling the magical energy build up in his being. With no place to go internally, the magic jumped through his hand and into the girl as he made contact with her, just a gently touch on the shoulder. Her wings receded into her body, leaving nothing behind but tattoos.
Pointing to the mirror to the left of them, he gestured for her to turn around and look at her back. Edgar walked over and picked up a smaller hand mirror and held it up behind her, so she could see the tattoos. “Do you want to learn the spell?” he asked after a few moments.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
A chill trickled down the girl's spine, and, for a moment, it felt as if the walls and the world itself was collapsing upon and trapping her, but simmered into a low throb of confinement as it subsided. Her eyes had been squeezed shut, but she pried her eyelids open as she could feel it ending. In the mirror, she saw tattoos, intriquite, delicate, like the crackling lines of lightning bolts that formed when the dirt became dry - all in the shape of wings on either side, and her eyes grew wide in wonder. She spun around quickly as Edgar asked his question, and nodded with the energy of a bobble head in response.
Post by Edgar Anapello on Jun 24, 2015 5:46:37 GMT
He smiled softly to the girl, always having a soft spot for the Anderswelter orphans. “Okay, you know what magic feels like, right? That unusual tingling in your body?” He waited a moment for the girl to nod again. “Good, well, you need to call up that feeling of magic, and then say these words while focusing on your wings, whether they’re out or hidden. It’s the same words both ways.” He spoke slowly to the girl, pausing after every couple words. Edgar knew that some kids had trouble with these things, especially if they weren’t familiar with magic.
Once he felt like she understood, he repeated the magical words to her slowly, being careful not to let any of his own magic interfere with how he spoke. Sitting back to watch her attempt, he was ready to stop her if need be. But usually the young ones could figure out the magic quickly.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Lone nodded, and mouthed the words Edgar dictated to her, but made no sound as she did, her eyes bright yellow burning against the barber's face as she watched. Her wings sprouted from her back once again, draped in rags of burnt skin, but she hid them after a moment on her own., and smiled slightly.
Post by Edgar Anapello on Jul 26, 2015 3:48:42 GMT
The corner of his mouth twitched up for a short moment, a sort of smile if one could call it that. She figured it out quickly, as expected.
He walked back towards the door and gestured for the girl to follow him. “That’s all I can teach you,” he said simply. Edgar had a feeling she didn’t need her tattoos painted over, so his business was done.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier