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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 12, 2015 4:25:41 GMT
Some color rose to the red head’s cheeks at the mention of swimming naked, but his expression didn’t change. Swallowing his treat he looked at Viktor, tilting his head to the side as laughter hit his ears. “I haven’t,” he said first, and was going to make some flirty comment about how their next meeting was supposed to be under the moon, but it was lost as he felt a hand patting his face. It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t his own. “So we’re both low on tolerance. Should make for this night to exciting.” He began snickering for no real reason, trying to hide it as his head and chest bounced. Was it what he said or something he had seen on Viktor? The ander wasn’t even sure. Recovering his breath slightly he spoke up through the laughter. “Your hands are rough, but it’s nice. Can tell you work with them.” Unlike the ander’s own hands, which were soft and usually hidden in gloves. Save for the two fingers he had snapped to make the spark.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 12, 2015 7:24:03 GMT
The mechanic blinked several times and withdrew his hands--or thought he did but still held onto Lasair's head. As he looked at the back of them, he tried to see how calloused they actually were but could not whether it was because he was high or because his hands were still on the other red head. His hands were indeed rough and his finger tips scarred here and there from knicks he had while working. "Is it nice?" He wasn't entirely sure what else to say but he'd grown quiet with eyes half lidded and silly smile on his face. Eventually, his hands found their way to Lasair's shoulders and he patted him before stretching and falling backwards to rest among the floor they sat on. A loud yawn followed as he stared up at the ceiling. "Heh, your right. Light weight. Always light. Do you think those lights will ever make it someplace nice? They just... floated off to no where. I wonder where they go. Lasair, Lasair, are you still hungry?" He sat up once more and offered the pink box to the other.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 12, 2015 8:36:53 GMT
He continued to snicker as Viktor looked at him. “I think it is,” he answered, reaching up to touch one of the hands, only for it to be whisked away and as its owner moved it to a shoulder before he flopped backwards. The laughing faded away. He reached for the hand again though, somewhat fixated on it, but as he stretched his arm out, it moved once again to the box. “No,” he said towards the food before pressing his lips together into a determined kissy face. This time he moved quicker, grabbing Viktor’s hands with both of his and holding onto it. Lasair took the hand and turned it over, brushing his fingers over the palm, feeling the different calluses. “I wonder if hands like being all rough and stuff, or if they’d prefer to be smooth. Maybe the lights go to the same place hands do. Or maybe the lights are hands. Can lips get this calloused too? They always seem so soft to look at.” His eyes drifted from the hand to the face of his owner, but didn’t stay there long as he opened his mouth to yawn, eyes closing for the moment.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 13, 2015 1:25:48 GMT
Lasair was asking the real questions here. Everyone was so concerned about whether Anders were good or bad, if killing one another was a smart choice, or if the approaching threat of another nation should be handled a certain way but no one asked the right questions. Lasair was very thought provoking and as such, Viktor sat there in both awe and confusion as he tried to think of answer. "I don't know," he replied with mild concern. Could lips get calloused? If someone kissed to much or for too long would they? Could it be tested? Did hands go where the lights went? Do they like being rough? It was too much to think about and he didn't even notice that the other held his hand. "Do you think they do? That hands go where the lights are and that lips can callous? I don't think so but maybe? I don't know."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 13, 2015 2:03:24 GMT
The ander blinked a moment, surprised by his tone of concern. Did he really want to know these things? Was there even a way to find them out? “I’m not sure myself. I mean, the hands don’t look like lights. Maybe the light is inside. Maybe it only comes out when it wants to.” He turned over Viktor’s hand, looking at the back of it now. “And maybe hands like being calloused because they’re the ones that make the calluses. Usually, I kinda made my own. I bet my hands don’t like it.” Pausing a moment, he rubbed the two fingers together, not feeling much of a thing beneath the rough coating. His mind almost forgot the part about lips, but it came back to him soon enough. “I don’t know about the lips though. Is there a way to find out?” His eyes stayed fixed on the trio of hands in front of him now, touching, petting, holding, whatever it was he was doing with them.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 13, 2015 4:19:58 GMT
Viktor studied Lasair through half lidded eyes. With the faint light, it was hard to tell that the whites of his eyes was already beginning to turn a slight pink. A small smile tugged at his lips then as his fingers closed about one of Lasair's hands while watching the other speak. "Callouses happen when you overuse something right? Walk too much and feet get callouses, use your hands too much... callouses. Same goes for lips, right?" His thinking was ingenious in his mind, it only made logical sense. "Talking too much doesn't seem to do it. I have met some chatty girls before and their lips are always soft to kiss. Could find someone and try kissing them all the time." It was the most cohesive thought he could muster given their current state. After his words, he closed his eyes and hummed softly. "Tired," he murmured. "Relaxed."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 13, 2015 4:46:28 GMT
It took Lasair a moment to realize that the hand moved, and an even longer moment to process that it was a part of a living thing that could move it. His own puffy eyes looked to Viktor as the human spoke, listening as if they were exchanging valued information that would never again be spoken out loud. Talking didn’t do it, yeah, that made sense. But when he closed his eyes to say seemingly random words, Lasair was left wanting more, similar to how a child would feel if a great story had just been stopped. “What kind of someone?” he asked, holding onto the hand as if it were priceless jewels. As he waited for the answer he leaned in closer to the human, deep blue eyes gleaming, although they could pass for black in this light.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 13, 2015 4:55:22 GMT
"I'm not sure," came the hushed reply as he squinted his eyes. Wow they felt dry. "Boyfriend, girlfriend? Wife or husband? Whatever you have. Maybe a friend if they're into that." The mechanic fell silent again though this time Lasair's eyes caught his attention as he lazily studied the Andersweltler. "It's funny that your eyes look black and you're a black blood. Light does weird things. Shadow beasts are weird. They like shadows and hate light. I wonder how they became? Weird..." His on eyes were green with gold flecks and the gold caught the little bits of light they had to themselves. A thought suddenly occurred to him as he leaned forward to peer out of the opening in which they sat. They had the only light source in the clock tower and among the darkness it would be obvious. "Do you think we should go...?" The sudden idea that sprang to his mind was frightening and he wasn't sure if they should stay though the likelihood of any sort of actual danger was potentially low.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 13, 2015 5:30:40 GMT
Lasair visibly cringed at the mention of shadow beasts, lacking the restraints he’d usually have when sober. But he recovered, releasing the others hand and leaning away, watching the gold in Viktor’s eyes glint as he moved. Then he looked from the window to the light and back again. “We could put it out. And then light it again when we leave,” he suggested, before realizing that Viktor might actually want to leave and was using the light as an excuse. He quickly added to his reply. “Or we can leave now. I did say I’d walk ya home.” He smiled again as he remembered that part of the conversation, his already-dilated eyes losing focus for a few moments.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 13, 2015 7:52:34 GMT
Put the light out? His eyes flicked over to the lantern then back to Lasair and he frowned. "If we turn the lantern off, do you think we'll be fine. I'll admit, and I don't tell this to everyone, but I'm scared of the dark... like real bad. Pathetically even. My little brother teases me about it..." He ran the pad of his thumb over the knuckles of Lasair's hand then pulled it into his lap to look over the other's hand as he had done to his own moments ago. "I don't want to leave unless you want to. But if we do, gotta promise me we'll hang out again, alright? Whatever you want to do."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 13, 2015 8:27:33 GMT
“I don’t want to leave.” It was spoken bluntly and it was true. Leaning back, he grabbed the lantern with the hand that wasn’t been held by Viktor and brought it forward. “I think we’ll be okay with the light out. There’s starlight, a bit of moonlight, and if anything does pop out trying to scare you, I can shoo it away.” He set the lantern in front of him and opened the door, exposing the little flame to the soft breeze that drifted through from the window. Leaving the flame there to flicker, exposed to the air, he looking back to the mechanic. “Even if we don’t gotta go, I still promise you that we will hang out again.” From there he paused, shifting the way he sat so that he could face Viktor now instead of the window. “I don’t want to make you stay.” Perhaps one of the drugs was wearing off, or maybe some traits of Lasair were just ingrained so deep that they surpassed drugs. Or maybe he just got lucky in the fact that he was actually doing something not completely idiotic at this moment.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 14, 2015 0:06:25 GMT
"I don't mind staying," he answered and leaned forward to rest his forehead against the glass of the window. "I can't stay late since I can't leave my brother alone for long but I don't want to leave just yet, either." They hadn't smoked much but the combination of the herb and alcohol was certainly an interesting affect he was unsure of whether he still felt or not. With a slight tilt of his head, he glanced back over to Lasair and offered a lopsided smile. "Your hair looks kind o' like fire," he snickered then. Nah, he was still high. "Hey, Lasair, tell me about yourself. Just anything, something."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 14, 2015 0:24:14 GMT
He reached up to touch his own hair upon the mention of its color. Was it like fire? Was it on fire? He jerked his hand back. “Well, uh. I’ve traveled a lot. To lots of places. The world is big and it’s also pretty. There was this own town where everyone wore things on their head all the time and no one would tell me why. And this other town were there were flowers everywhere and on everything. It was so nice but it made my eyes water because all I could smell were flowers. But none of the town people minded.” He stopped to yawn, shifting around so that he sat next to Viktor and then rested his head on the human’s shoulder. “Sometimes I drink too much and other times it feels like not enough. I adore seeing people smile and laugh.” The next part was said in a lower tone. “I used to have little brother.” His eyes closed as he wondered why he had said that. It wasn’t a good topic, he shouldn’t share it. But he said it anyone, peeping an eye open wide enough to stare at the fire of the lamp.
Post by Viktor Croswell on Aug 14, 2015 0:30:56 GMT
Quietly, the mechanic listened to the other as he spoke and then lifted his head away from the glass to look down at the other. He wasn't too bothered by Lasair using him as a sort of resting prop, but the last words he'd spoken caught the human's attention. Almost on instinct he wanted to ask what had happened but caught himself. He wouldn't, he couldn't, it was rude. However, the nagging sensation of needing to know won over and softly, he found himself asking, "What happened to your brother?"
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 14, 2015 3:10:32 GMT
Instead of answering, Lasair found himself staring at their hands. How long has his hand been in the other’s possession? His mouth went dry for a moment, or maybe he just felt like it did. But after a few moments of silence he spoke up again. “I was thirteen or so and he was a couple years younger. Took after our mom and got her glowing eyes and claws. He loved climbing like nothing else, but didn’t like climbing buildings; he liked trees. And where are there the most trees?” The story stopped, as if to let Viktor answer, but before he could Lasair jumped back in. “The forest. That’s where. So I took him there to watch him climb. When he got to the top he turned around and waved at me, and then… then…” His voice quivered on the verge of cracking, but he swallowed it away, taking a breath. “A shadow took him.”
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