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 Aug 9, 2015 21:42:21 GMT
“Sure, come by any time. It’s on the next street over, has a striped pole outside, you can’t miss it,” he answered Viktor before stepping back from the clockwork doll approaching him. As much as they fascinated him, he knew better than to touch.
However the lady Vieka seemed to lack his apprehension as she paced around the machine, getting a bit too close for comfort, mumbling to herself or some such. It would be most unfortunate if a gear popped lose and hit her in the eye. Mask or no mask, it’d still hurt like hell. But if she wanted to dance with death, so be it.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 9, 2015 22:25:17 GMT
"Correct in assessment," replied NK-5 in his stoic manner. "I am NK-5 AKA Nikolai. My model was first built nearly fifty years ago though throughout the decades has seen many changes and adjustments do to the failure of my first four brothers and sisters. My structure was first begun by master engineer Lucaesi Croswell twenty three years prior though never completed. I was finally completed a year and a half ago with the final changes shortly before Croswell's expiration." The explanation was lengthy and drew a sigh from Viktor though he studied NK-5 with caution upon hearing Amon's words. He nodded to Edgar. "I'll be there tomorrow then, Edgar. I really appreciate it."
NK-5 jerked slightly then and stepped back before Viktor could protest at his proximity. "Speculation, you are a doctor though from the sensations you send through my main power surge, you are ander and heal with magic. Hypothesis, it is safe to bring my brother to you when he inevitably gets beaten up." Viktor's face went flat then. "Hey, Amon, you got anything there in your upgrades to help with chatty robots? Hey, you three want to maybe get dinner?" He meant Edgar, Vieka, and Amon when he said three assuming the dolls would come along anyway.
"...If I knew, you think I wouldn't have used it by now?" replied Amon.
"Hey," noted Abe.
"As for dinner...sorry man, I'm going to have to take a pass. I need to get some things done, maybe next time," Amon said with an apologetic smile.
"I'll see you around," he said with a wave, making his way back to his shop.
"Until next time, cousin," said the Twins in unison.
"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
Vieka hummed as she listened to the mechanical dolls explanation, her own brand of fascinated, but upon his final assumption grew a scowl hidden by her mask. She made a clicking noise with her tongue, her head tilting to the side as she studied the robot from his further position away. "You really shouldn't say such speculation so loud. Didn't you know?" She paused, leaning forward and putting her hand around her beak as if telling a secret. "Andersweltler are spawn of the purist evil." She whispered loudly, neither confirming or denying his guess.
With that, she stood back up strait and watched Amon walk away, only when he was out of sight letting out a string of curses. "Oh seven hells, i could've asked him to fix my phone." The half breed sighed to herself, pressing one hand to her forehead and the other to her hip. She seemed to miss the question about food all together.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 12, 2015 18:51:46 GMT
As Edgar debated the dinner request, Amon answered and walked off, disappearing from view. So much for seeing him again; another time maybe. Glancing at Vieka, he felt mixed feelings about her ander comment, but dismissed them as quickly as they came. She was an ander herself; it was different one of their own talked about their kind.
When her phone comment came up, he raised an eyebrow. “You could probably catch up to him; or just leave it at his shop.” He shrugged, not caring whether she listened to him or not. Then to Viktor he said, “I’m not hungry at the moment, but perhaps another time? We can figure something out during your haircut.”
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 13, 2015 1:21:37 GMT
"See you later, Amon," Viktor called after the Mingo's leader and his dolls. His attention was then directed to Vieka and he lifted a brow but NK-5 beat him to any sort of response.
"Negative. I see no evidence in Andersweltlers being either good or evil as can be said about humans. Evidence and speculation has shown in my data that whether one is good or evil relies heavily on the characteristics of a single, unique person. A proper analysis is not achievable even so do to what is called 'grey area' in which an action may be justified for either cause depending on perspective." As NK-5's words left his unmoving lips, Viktor echoed the last word and smiled. So the doll was learning about humanity.
"It's alright. I thought I'd just ask is all," Viktor said and nodded to Edgar. "It's been a pleasure, Vieka and Edgar. I'll see y... hm? Phone? Offer it here. I may be a vehichle mechanic but I doubt something as simple as a phone is hard to fix. I can give it a look over and try to have it to you at the end of the week." He held out his hand for the phone then looked over Edgar. "Hey, do you dye hair as well?"
Vie scoffed at the robot, noting that as advanced as technology was, it couldn't differentiate between typical speech and bad humor; All the same, she supposed it was rather impressive it could form such thoughts at all. "Clearly you haven't been around Lodan too long then." The half breed muttered distractedly as she contemplated what Edgar had to say about chasing after Amon. She could..... but....lazy.
She tilted her head, looking to the scruffy pierced one (the dolls owner she thinks?) and considered turning him down and trying to fix it herself but.... Vieka cringed, thinking back to how the drat thing broke in the first place. "Sure, It's a pile of simple crap anyway, it's the only thing i can get to work without imploding immediately most the time" she muttered bitterly before passing him the bag of what might as well be scrap metal.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 13, 2015 3:00:54 GMT
After the bit about the phone passed, Edgar nodded to the other man. “I can, however I don’t keep a stock of dyes at my shop; they’ve been harder to find lately so I take it as a case by case. What color would you like? I can get the materials together by the time you come by.” Even if his main source of income came from Anders, he still catered to people looking to do things with their hair. It wasn’t like he could unlearn the years of apprenticeship he had been under.
He turned to the masked woman. “Would you like a trim as well?”
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 13, 2015 4:48:59 GMT
"Nikolai, stand down. No more talk about logics and data or whatever. It's been a long day, alright? Besides, we just met these people, guild mates or not. I doubt they want to hear ramblings."
"As you command, big brother." It was funny for Viktor to hear those words considering that NK-5 was a hulking mass bigger than himself. With a sigh, the red head shook his head and looked over the two as he accepted the offered bag. "Right... uh, this is pretty broken," he said looking into the bag then up at Vieka. "I'll see what I can do. Edgar," he looked to the man next. "It's just dye for a wig so if it's too much trouble then don't worry about it. I want to give this tin can some new colors," he said, knocking on Nk-5's chest. "Right, I don't think I should have him out any longer before too many eyes start getting attracted. You two have a good night, huh? I hope to meet you both again." With a bright smile, he turned and guided NK-5 back down the street toward his shop.
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