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
"Here you are, sir. I will have your assortment out shortly," came the voice from behind the counter as she handed the raven haired huntsman his tea and a plate of sugar cubes. Kalum frowned at the four cubes and looked up at her with a soft sort of smile. "Might I trouble you for a few more sugar cubes first?" With a nod, the woman added several more onto the little plate and then Kalum turned away to find a place to sit and wait for what he'd ordered. Once he did, he removed a small leather book with pages ruffled and thick from over use. Inside were many doodles as well as writings of poetry but he turned to a clean page instead in order to try his hand at something new. Much to his dismay while he sat stirring his tea, he couldn't figure what to draw. With a sigh then a sip of his tea, he began to sketch out the face of a woman though stopped midway when it became clear whose face it was to him and he scribbled it out. "Order Thirty one," came the woman's voice and Kalum looked up to see his order placed on top of the counter. He wasn't alone in the shop, no, there were several people as this was one of the more popular sweets and pastry shops he learned. His order consisted of a donut, several turkish delights, a few cookies, a chocolate croissant, a piece of baklava, and a couple bits of chocolate covered gram crackers ground into balls and coated with coconut shavings. Closing the book, Kalum stood to retrieve his tray.
Post by Stephen Leland on Sept 5, 2015 20:48:46 GMT
Stephen was only half listening to the order numbers being called out. The one he purchased for Edel and him was thirty-something so when he heard the call for order thirty-one he walked up and snatched up the tray. He was half-way back from the table when he realized it was not his order. Queens, who in their right mind would order something with coconut on it. Frowning with distaste he looked around for the owner of this food.
Post by Kalum Wulfgang on Sept 5, 2015 22:26:48 GMT
Both of Kalum's brows shot up in surprise at seeing someone else coming to take his tray away. Now, mistakes happened and such, but if it weren't the raven haired man would be highly upset as he had payed good money for the items. What bothered him most, however, was not the person taking his items, it was the people who left it on the counter and had not bothered to see if he was the proper person who ordered the selection or not. No matter. With a calm demeanor, the huntsman followed after Stephen and placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. "Pardon, mate. But I think what you have there is mine." His voice held no malice but was stern.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Sept 6, 2015 15:27:05 GMT
Edelweiss admittedly was a tad distracted as well, putting some sugar to go in her coffee (or some coffee to go in her sugar, depending on the point of view), so she thought nothing of it when the number 31 was called and Stephen stood up to fetch their order. She only realized the mistake when she lifted her eyes to watch him and her gaze zeroed in on the tray he was going after. Oh that was not their tray at all - nevermind the coconut sprinkled treats, it was also missing the (literal) dozen orange glazed doughnuts and couple lemon tarts she had ordered as well.
"Stephen, that's not our---" She called, but it was too late, the eyepatched-noble had already fetched the not-requested tray and was making his way back to their table. And then the -actual- owner of that tray walked up to him to get it. Edelweiss was in that state of trying really hard not to laugh while seeing something amusing while watching those two, when the lady at the counter finally anounced "Order Thirty two!". With a bit of a content sigh, the redhead woman stood up from her current seat and went to fetch hers and Stephen's actual order, passing by the two men on the way back and commenting with a chuckle. "Stephen, give the man his tray, I've got ours already."
Vieka stumbled into the cafe wth an aura that screeched 'braiiinnnnsss', or in this case, 'caffiineeeeee'.
Dear god, she felt like she'd been awake for a week and spent it climbing a mountain while fighting off grisly bears with a stick for a sword. This is what she deserved for asking her old man for help in training, a mistake she swore never to make again as every muscle in her body screamed with every step she took, and the mask woman practically slumped against the ordering counter making the cashier jump.
"Large black coffee, two slices of coffee cake. On second thought, make that three slices of coffee cake and put an extra shot of coffee in the coffee cup or somthin'.." She muttered pathetically, wedging a few gloved fingers under the rim of her mask so she could rub her eyes and the skin between her brow, desperately trying to smooth the thumping exhaustion headache wracking her brain like an earthquake. "And sugar. All the sugar. tons of sugar." She added as an after thought.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Sept 7, 2015 16:59:13 GMT
The noble turned to look at the owner of said tray and frowned deeply, "I do not recall ever meeting you before so I am curious as to why you are calling me your mate." He nodded to Edel as she passed then held out the tray in a precarious, uncaring manner, "As for my blunder, I apologize. Here you are."
A certain haggard voice assaulted his ears as he turned to look at the owner, "You know, for a doctor I would have though you would know better and eat healthier. All those sweet are going to make you-" his remark was cut short the moment he caught sight of her sagging against the counter. "Queens woman, you look about as dreadful as hungover dollymop! What the hell happened to you," he questioned with a start, blinking at her in concerned surprise.
Post by Kalum Wulfgang on Sept 7, 2015 22:15:17 GMT
"It's just an expression, sir," came his reply as he accepted his tray. "And it is quite alright. Mistakes happen." The haggard voice hadn't only caught Stephen's voice as Kalum turned to look at the masked doctor. "Miss Vi--er, Vieka." Hearing Stephen's words made him fall quiet and he spared a glance at Stephen's friend, the one with red hair, before looking back to the girl at the counter.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Sept 7, 2015 23:04:48 GMT
As Kalum glanced over, he would spot Edelweiss looking at Stephen with a raised eyebrow. Apparently they were sharing the same thought at the moment - the eyepatched lad had just nagged at Vieka for asking a lot of sugar when he, himself, had just bought a literal pile of sugary things to her (Edel) and himself. That not mentioning having held Kalum's own pile of sugary things for a while. That sounded a tad hypocritical, and also quite funny.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Sorry, Vieka.exe seems to have stopped working. please reboot with caffeine and contact your provider if the problem continues to persist.
Said doctor had turned to look at them, but her slumped figure was visibly holding a flat line and you could practically see the 'duhhhhhhhhhhhhh' going off in her head as she failed to process the familiar faces in front of her. Right, people. people she knew. Which ones? Currently all the head was coming up with was peaches riding on eye patched cats and waving farm boys. Oh dear, she really needed to wake up, or sleep, or sleep wake or something. When her tray had been placed down considerably quickly the dark haired woman took no time in pushing her mask halfways up her face so she could take a deep dredge of her scolding coffee, only to wince visibly at the liquid seared her tongue in that horribly way that makes it feel like sandpaper and then you can't taste squat anyway and it's super uncomfortable.
"hi... caffeine.... i'm gunna go sit down now." she muttered ghoulishly as she picked up the tray and pretty much zombie walked past the group veering off dangerously as she nearly outright walked into Stephen. ahhh, everything hurt so much, she thinks she maybe gained bruises on her bruises.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Sept 8, 2015 4:14:52 GMT
The masked woman actually was making him genuinely worried now; she could barely even walk straight, let alone function like a normal human being - she even completely ignored his dollymop comment. As she almost collided with him he reached out and grabbed her shoulders lightly in an attempt to steady her. "Alright, you are coming with me," he sighed in a disapproving tone, "I can not figure out as to whether you are hung over or something worse. Either way, you are not fit to walk around Lodan in this pitiful state on your own." He paused then turned to look at the fellow whom apparently know her, "If you wish to join us I suppose you are welcome." With that he took her tray in one hand and guided her over to where Edelweiss was sitting with the other. He kicked one of the four chairs out in a fluid motion then helped the exhausted woman into the chair before depositing her food on the table and taking the seat across from Edel and next to Vieka. "I am sorry for the extra company Edel, but - " he gestured to Vieka, knowing Edelweiss would understand just by looking at the half-dead creature.
Post by Kalum Wulfgang on Sept 8, 2015 4:34:21 GMT
At the invitation to join the few, he glanced back at his book then sighed. Moving over to snatch his belongings he then returned back to the trio and awkwardly took a seat beside Edelweiss before bowing his head to her in greeting. "Pardon for my, uh, intrusion." He wasn't intruding as he had been invited, but it felt as such and so he felt he should apologize nonetheless. Clearing his throat softly, he looked to Vieka then Stephen though said nothing.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Sept 9, 2015 0:32:40 GMT
"No need to apology, at all." Edelweiss made a quick calming motion to both the guys as they came over, and once Stephen sat Vieka down at the table with them the redhead went ahead and started stirring Vieka's coffee with a spoon so that it would get less hot enough to drink faster. "One must wonder how she's even seeing anything in front of her with that mask half-placed on the face, but considering she basically tried to walk through you I guess we already got the answer." Meaning Vieka likely wasn't seeing anything in front of her. And she also couldn't eat anything with that thing fully placed in her face, could she... Either way there they are, a lovely group of people bonding over zombie Vieka.
"Lets hope the coffee will help. Swallowing liquid should be easier than the cake at least till she is more...." Conscious. "...Awake."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
So, her current thought process is something along these lines:
Ouch ouch ouch mind the shoulder- wait- wheres my tray? that's got my caffeine on it- ouch ouch ouch my arse! I've fallen on that enough times already in the past two days. drat, couldn't this place afford more comfortable chairs? Oh look! My trays back!
I don't think she was even paying attention to the people around her as she hooked her left glove between her teeth and tugged the material free, tossing it distractedly next to her as she picked up the given fork with her other and proceeded to cram a large portion of one of the slices of coffee cake into her mouth, followed by a very improper noise as she slumped slightly. Stuff Edel and her cake logic, this cake was too good not to eat, and she's going to eat it, so please excuse her while her face promptly makes love to this slice of cake.
Probably some of the better deserts she'd had in a café so far, and the coffee wasn't too bad either. It was rich and dark with just enough bitterness to taste it at the back of the pallet, and when she said plenty of sugar, they put in sugar aplenty. She'll definitely be coming back here, maybe when she feels a little less brain dead though. Hm, didn't Kalum owe her a coffee?
"We should come here for that coffee." The woman mutters to herself distractedly, forking another large mouthful of cake (onto her second slice now) before wiping the edges of her lips with her thumb, then cleaning the skin off with a napkin and picking up her fork again. That's a point, Bird boy was one of the people here wasn't he? "How's that bird of yours doing?" She questioned, looking up and confirming Edels suspicion that she couldn't see crap when she turned and looked to her side, not where Kalum was sitting.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Sept 10, 2015 17:32:37 GMT
Unfortunately in the tired doctors rush to consume her food, her carelessly tossed glove ended up smacking against Stephen's chest before falling into a pathetic crumble on his lap. He frowned down at it as he picked the garment up then gingerly placed it on the table, flattening it out with one hand. When he directed his attention back to the glove's owner he observed her gorging on her food like a rabid dog.
A distasteful frown lit his face as he took in her rather unladylike behaviour with a critical eye. "It is as if she has not eaten in weeks," he muttered under his breath before ordering with loud annoyance ", slow down or you shall choke and cause an even greater scene then you already have." With a sigh, he shook his head then reached for his cup and took a sip of his tea, suddenly losing his appetite for anything else.
Her next question confused him as he set down his cup to stare at her as if questioning her sanity. "Bird? What bird? I do not own any birds," he turned to Edel, trying to figure out what the masked woman meant "Does she mean Ikuze? What is going on."
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Sept 10, 2015 19:51:53 GMT
"Maybe she hasn't... not starved for a week, but getting underfed for a few days. And/or overworked. Sounds normal for a doctor." Edelweiss sighed, watching Vieka's antics and Stephen's displeased reaction to them with a face that was more blank than amused or disgusted. It was true enough. Be it war, Martial Law or any other focus of tension, it usually took a toll on the professionals of the medical field quite fast - besides that Vieka never striked the redhead as someone who properly took care of herself.
"I know of no birds either." She shrugged and turned to the half-masked woman. "Are you awake, Vieka? Or half-sleeping still..."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
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