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 couples, ships, and/or crack pairings. Reminder: This is still canon! Destination? Check.
Gift? Check.
Bath? Double check. Cleanest in weeks.
Amon was nervous. It was his first time asking a girl out; heck, this was the first time he actually hung out with someone willingly (the parties/bumping into friends didn't count). Plus, it didn't help that he needed to ask Stephen Leland of all people for recommendations.
"Well...here goes nothing..." he muttered to himself as he knocked on Edelweiss Fjäril's door.
"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 Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 12, 2015 14:58:54 GMT
Well, now that's a surprise, Edelweiss thought when opened the door and saw Amon standing on the other side of it, and looking so clean he was almost sparkling. He had indeed invited her for dinner some time before, but since they had never talked of it again she had almost thought he'd forgotten about it. Almost. Oh well, it was a nice surprise nonetheless - and she probably would have a snicker fit if found out whom the mechanic had seeked out for date advice.
"Good evening, Amon."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
"Um...hey *ahem* hey Edel," Amon said, nervously clearing his throat. "Sorry if this is on short notice, I was hoping you'd be up for that dinner...we talked about...earlier..."
"Gah, c'mon man, pull yourself together!!!" he thought, mentally slapping himself. Great way to make a great first impression...second...fifth...close enough.
"...Anyways I was recommended a nice place on the docks if you would like to join me...?"
"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 Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 12, 2015 21:55:07 GMT
"Hmmm, sure, I didn't have dinner today still." No problem with that. And Amon had always seemed to act slightly awkward in all times she met him, so she figured it was either because his arm made him feel uncomfortable near her or it was just his natural personality - nothing wrong with that either if it's the case. "Just give me five minutes to change clothes."
Edelweiss made a motion gesturing that he could get inside and wait sitting on a chair if he prefers, and whatever the option he chooses may be she gone back into her room. Amon had not mentioned what type of place they'd be going to, just that it was by the docks, so a semi-casual set would have to make do. It's not like the redhead would be fussing indecisively amid a pile of fancy dresses she didn't have afterall. Just slip on a vest then a nice short-cut dark red jacket that matched her pants, clean boots and a better hairtie, and she headed back to where the mechanic was exactly 5 minutes later - perhaps having a few seconds to spare.
"Alright I'm ready."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Amon barely had a chance to sit and collect his thoughts when Edel came back all ready to go. "Quick and efficient..." he thought with a smile. "A subtle change, but she still looks great."
"Shall we?" he asked, leading the way.
"So...how's the injury?" he asked as they walked, trying to keep a conversation going.
"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 Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 13, 2015 2:19:51 GMT
"Somewhat better, I guess. It's closing, and not infected or anything." Which was always good news. "Still not healed enough for me to work properly though."
"To speak the truth, it's unnerving to only be doing paperwork straight for weeks. Sure there was a towering pile pending for me to look through when I came back," Not like her second-in-command would handle -everything- in those past months of her absence, mainly regarding the entertainers work and she found better to look through everything anyway, otherwise the only thing to ever play in the theaters would be Shakespeare, Shakespeare forever, and there was some fuss with the stuff for circus presentations as well. "but I'm starting to feel I've been seeing more papers than people. Not much more fun compared to when I was holed up at my father's house."
And she liked to see people, alright. Siiiiigh.
"...Well, enough of me whinning on you. How have -you- been lately? And I'm guessing I'm not supposed to ask what's that?" She pointed at the gift he'd brought.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
"Well, at least you're feeling better," Amon replied with a smile. "As for myself...not a whole lot. Still working out some kinks regarding the dolls...working on some final adjustments...at least this thing doesn't twitch anymore, though it now feels like I hit my funny bone there, despite having no nerves on this thing," he continued, waving his mechanical hand. Talking like this felt more natural, his initial nervousness almost going away. Almost.
"As for the gift...it's something I've been trying out. I'll give it to you once we get there," he said with a smile, putting the box safely in his pouch.
"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 Artorigus Pendrake on Jul 13, 2015 2:58:46 GMT
Artorigus lay in his bunk, going over in his mind the events of the last day before he heard something roar just below his chin... well, not so much a roar as so much as a very loud gurgling noise. "Huh... guess you want something hmm?" he asked as he poked his belly before getting up and putting on his boots. As he began to leave the room, he realised something important and utterly dire. "...I have no clue where anywhere good to eat is in this city." With a sigh he rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to consider what to do. It wouldn't do to just wander the city aimlessly, both on a professional level as well as a social level... His thoughts took him back to the woman he'd met earlier. He put one hand into another as he nodded to himself. "Right then." Artorigus said before he began to wander around the barracks trying to locate Gladys Hayden.
Whenever he eventually found her, he said, "Ah excuse me... sorry if I'm interrupting anything... but um... Well this is rather awkward... I'm somewhat new to Lodan, and was wondering, if you could maybe show me around the place?" he said before his gut rudely interrupted him. He sighed slightly, resisting the urge to give his belly an angry poke. "Perhaps a part of town where a decent meal could be had? The mess hall is well... the mess hall." he said, hoping he hadn't just made a fool out of himself... that would not go down so well if it was the case.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 13, 2015 3:09:27 GMT
"So your metal arm now feels ticklish?" The redhead asked, curious, while they started making their way towards the docks. "I didn't think you still had a sensation of touch on it... thought it just moved but didn't feel." Alright, now Amon's mechanic skills (or the skills of whomever made his arm) have acquired a new level of respect from her. She's fairly impressed, nevermind Amon being all mysterious about what might be in that box also distracting her thoughts some.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Artorigus would end up finding Gladys at the armory, sharpening and polishing all the weapons that weren’t for practice (and that she hadn’t finished on the day she cut her hand). She had been too involved with the task at hand to notice him approach, so when he did, she nearly jumped out of her skin, the shield she had been polishing clattered to the floor. She picked it up, ignoring the new scuffs, and turned to face him, an awkward smile on her lips as she held onto the shield, hoping it might help her hide from the new recruit.
But after he asked his question, and his belly second it, she lowered the hunk of metal and stood up. “I’m still fairly new to town myself,” she began with more color coming to her face. “But I do know of one place over by the docks. It's really popular from what I’ve heard.” Inside, her brain was on the verge of panicking. Social interaction was not her strong point, especially with someone of the male gender.
“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” ―William Faulkner
"Ah...no, unfortunately, no actual touch sensation, it just feels different around you now...er...well...you know..." Amon replied, blushing a little.
"Normally I don't actually feel anything, but around you or any other Ander (or Ander-dominate person) I get a weird surge going through it. On one hand, it's still a little unpleasant; on the other hand, it doesn't visibly twitch, and the magic resistance is up, so it definitely lasts longer," he explained.
"Almost there," he noted, seeing the building in the distance.
"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 Artorigus Pendrake on Jul 13, 2015 3:38:14 GMT
He winced as he had apparently spooked her in the middle of her duties. Least it showed that she wasn't a combat veteran... else he'd be finding himself with that shield in him somewhere more than likely. He nodded thought at her information. "Alright then." he said, proferring his arm to her. "Shall we then? My treat." asked Artorigus.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 13, 2015 4:43:58 GMT
"Ah... Well, at least it's not painful." Or not painful second the description he had offered her just now. And she probably wouldn't need to worry about his limb breaking for real or suddenly stopping working because she was close, although it still sounded uncomfortable to have.
"Have you been to this place before? The restaurant, I mean."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Gladys Hayden on Jul 13, 2015 18:28:17 GMT
Wait he was asking her to join him?? Gladys was really going to die today. If her face could get any redder, it did, as she nodded and accepted his arm. “D-do you know how to get to docks?” she stuttered a little as she asked. If he knew how to get that far, she could relax a little on the walk over. But if not she'd be a bundle of nerves for a while.
“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” ―William Faulkner
Ikuze went through the door, not really waiting for Stephen to try and be a "gentleman" about the whole thing. Tonight was a casual night, and he'd taken her to a fancy-ish food place down by the docks, so she decided to dress casual... and her version of casual involved her wearing a dress version of her street clothes that only went down just past the knee, with a slit down one side, and a pair of leather knee high boots. Perfect if she had to make a run for it, which given the Docks? Even if she was the second in command for the Brotherhood, it always paid to be prepared. "So," she said, looking at Stephen over her shoulder, "you said you'd been here before aye?" she asked, before spotting a woman that had seemed to take a pointed interest in the couple. "...Err... why's she looking at us like that?" the thief noble asked the assassin noble quietly, getting a disturbing feeling from her.
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