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
the Month of Harrowing - Brothers Grimm Masquerade Ball
His anger grew to confusion as Clairee stepped in for the Raven in front of him, shortly followed by another lady, and a cat both landing on his shoulder and nesting itself around his neck... -then- a goose flying in to the scene directly afterward.
After a flurry of words, Thomas' demeanor softened a bit as he came to understand that Tyrell could not actually hear him. With a sigh, he began making quick and deft gestures with his hands. All in clear view so that the winged man could see his signs properly. After a moment or two of this, he reached into his pocket. His eyes became slits. And with a few signs from his right hand, he extended his left and revealed what had been in his pocket. A small, simple watch. Which was now directly in front of Tyrell.
"Well...this shouldn't be too bad..." Amon thought as they stood near the dance floor, noting the gracefulness of the other dancers, doing his best to pick out the rhythm. As the last song ended and a new one was about to begin, he led Edel through the crowd until they found a fairly clear spot.
"I would ask if you wouldn't mind leading, but I think I already know the answer," he said with an apologetic smile.
Edelweiss couldn't help but snicker at that. "We can take turns." She suggested. It was harder to lead a dance while in the girl's position, but she figured she could deal with it. At least the new song seemed to have a calmer pace than the previous one, some sort of slow waltz she couldn't imediately recall the name of, so risks of Amon tripping and stumbling around till he grows accustomed to dancing shouldn't be too high...
And then her eyes caught sight of it. Cait, dancing with someone at barely a couple meters of distance from where she and Amon were, and while up to then the description was fairly normal Caitlin was undeniably a really pretty lady and her costume was transparent. Nope. Nope nope nope the redhead wasn't going to let her own date set his eye on that, not even in a billion years. So much that twirling goes and twirling went, by the time the two couples got closer Edelweiss let go of Amon's hand and arm to cover the visor of his helmet with both her palms instead. By all queens of Lodan, Caitlin! Wear something. Something that's not see-through.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Amon was actually enjoying himself; the slow pace, the rhythm of the music, the steady twirling, the soft and warmth of Edel's hand...
...which was now on his face.
"...Um...I'm not that embarrassing...am I...?" he asked. He was so focused on Edel and the dance (and making sure to not step on her) that he didn't really know why she was covering his face.
"...It's kind of hard to see you...or anything really..."
"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
When Clariee stepped in, explaining that the winged man was deaf, Wern looked to the fox, his weary expression hidden. “See, nothing’s wrong. All is fine.” Except then, a cat was hurled right at him- or the fox, to be exact. Thank the cogs Wern was short. But still, he felt that wind, crossing over his head enabling the cat to land on the fox’s shoulder (how that worked, Wern had no clue). But what terrified him more was the giant bird goose creature that followed suit. “Um. No.” Wern said to the creature as it stopped in front of him- eyeing the cat on Tom’s shoulder with… hunger? Oh god, did it want to eat the cat? Was that even a thing? The situation got even more confusing as a thick accented woman waltzed into the conversation, speaking in a tongue more familiar then the mustached man but still none the less confusing. Frankly, Wern had no clue what was going on. He wanted to talk to the deaf man, or at least, apologize on his friend’s behalf, but already people were signing away, and the French stranger had asked the Raven for a drink? A dance? For company? Great cogs, was this normal for city folk? He glanced at the goose, who now stared intently at him with those beady little blue marbles, staring deeper and deeper into his soul. Wern looked around, wondering who the owner of the terrifying creature may be, and if they could swiftly retrieve their pet. And then it happened. The goose brushed up against his leg and it was probably the scariest thing since the shadow beast. It craned its head up, and squawked, begging to be touched, and with a yelp Wern petted it, praying that it would not bite him, or eat him, or whatever geese did. And as he petted the strange creature, Tom extended his watch to Tyrell, asking him to hold it in his hand. For what reason, Wern could not discern, but judging from that look in the other’s eye, he did not care for it. Wern eyed the exchange cautiously, the goose, rubbing his flimsy head against his pants leg as the showdown unfolded.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Oct 24, 2015 0:20:43 GMT
Two much happened in such a short time and Tyrell could feel the pressure and worry beginning to cave in on him. When Clairee stepped between him and the other man he was scared she would be harmed. However, the fear gave way to confusion at the cat that suddenly came into view then the goose, then there was something tugging at his arm. Naturally, he looked down to see the source of the weight on his arm and that was when Tyrell encountered another dilemma. Despite any chance of seeing her lips, her accent would make it neigh impossible to discern what she had said as it was one accent he had not yet studied the articulations of yet. What had she asked? He wasn't sure and that only made his beating heart race faster. Again, his gaze moved quickly between all those now present in their growing group and upon seeing Thomas' hand signs he paused to study.
"I don't know what's going on or what you said," he offered to the girl on his arm while trying to extract himself from the ever growing discomfort he felt then he turned to Thomas to see he had extended the pocket watch. Knowing what his andersweltler origins would do to the device and not wishing to destroy the man's device, he opted for a different solution and shook his head while reluctantly admitting, "I... I can't read time. I am sorry." As he spoke the words, he signed them with minor difficulty as one of his hands was limited in movement by Solanna. "C-Clairee...? What is going on?"
Post by Kalum Wulfgang on Oct 24, 2015 0:29:42 GMT
The way her features suddenly lit with emotions he would deem good upon seeing him warmed him and her words drew a lopesided smile from himself. "I do not necessarily think that is a bad thing you are straightforward. In fact, I would consider it good--makes things simpler that way." Kalum tugged the mask off completely as she commented on the lack of warmth her costume gave and while he tucked the stag's head into a loop of his belt, he kept his gaze on her and asked, "Would you like my vest? I believe it is a bit chilly though I am quite accustomed and am not bothered by the temperature. I would not mind departing from it should it benefit you better." Truly he felt for her. She was brave to be dressed in such a manner given the recent temperature changes they were experiencing within the country. He didn't really give her much time to respond as he worked on unlacing the ties and loosening the straps from behind. Beneath the vest he wore a black shirt that was thick and warm though had no sleeves, and once he had the vest off he offered it to her.
It was a good thing Skye was out of earshot. He was already perturbed watching the boy put his hands all over Caitlin. He didn't even what to think of the intimacy they had shared. The thought of them in bed together was still sickening to him. He really didn't know Levi, but from the utter flippant behavior he displayed towards Ikuze, and past interactions, the kid seemed like a complete arse. What was it about scoundrels and women tossing themselves at such individuals. At least Edel hadn't followed that path. Amon seemed like a good man.
Skye couldn't watch anymore, he turned and headed to find a server with a tray of drinks, or wherever they were passing such things out. He wasn't sure how he'd get a drink down without removing his head piece, but he would find a way. Perhaps a funnel. He was reminded of a similar situation. It was years ago, during the festival of hearts, when he'd had a rather pleasant ride on the Ferris wheel with Caitlin only to have her run off to another man. He'd had a few drinks that night as well.
The only thing he could do now was wait for a moment to present itself. If not, perhaps his drink could be used for another purpose. Edel had given him some lessons on changing his voice. If he were to accidently bump into Levi...well it was hard to see in his frog headpiece. Accident's could happen. Let them have their dance. There was still hope that she would break things off with him, after his admission a few nights ago.
Ikuze blinked as she was given a quick twirl and practically pushed away. She stopped in her spinning with a growl, her hands tightening into fists before she let out a slow breath and decided to try and locate Skye... wherever he was. The thief turned noble dressed as a princess dressed as a maid looked around for the escaped convict who was the former EIRAL commander and now dressed as a frog prince, until she saw him... over by the drinks. She made her way over to him and pulled out a thin tube from a hidden pocket... that was sadly lined in with the chesty portion of the uniform. "Here you go. Came prepared." she said, offering the straw to him before sighing and rubbing the back of her head.
"Sorry about all this... the bastard's harder to get rid of than lice down the Hovel. I'd try," she said with a wiggle of her fingers, "but then I'd have either the guards breathing down my neck, or Caitlin seriously ticked off at me... and I don't know which one of those options scares me more." said Ikuze, trying to bring a little bit of levity to the situation... but feeling that she was utterly failing at that. So she decided to try a different approach to... hopefully try to cheer Skye up. "Besides, this is probably just her trying to piss off her Papa. I mean, he's trying to set her up with the Morgan's for some strange reason last I heard, so... her seeing him could be her way of getting back at him for that?" suggested Ikuze.
Solanna blinked as the winged man claimed to not know what she said, when the realisation hit her like a freight train. "Oh! You're deaf. My apologies." she said, before signing what she had just said. You learn a thing or two in the circus. "What I'd asked was if you wanted to dance, or have a drink, or perhaps something else tonight." she said in sign before scowling at the bushy faced man with the watch. "Fie fie shame on you!" she admonished him, pointing a finger at the bushy man just like a mother would when scolding a child. "Tonight is a night of reverie and joy! And what you want hmm? To turn this into some sort of witch hunt? For what? Him bumping into you a couple of times perhaps?" she asked in a scalding tone of Thomas, Sol wondering if she should take control of the situation that Anna had found herself in.
"It is a party. There will be many people bumping into many other people. Have you never been to a party as grand or as large as this before perhaps?" she asked of Thomas, all the while signing for Tyrell so he could keep abreast of her conversation with Thomas. She then smirked a little. "Or is it perhaps that you are jealous of his costume non? Thus seeking to disqualify him or something from... whatever hidden competition there may be for this evening's occasion so that you stand a better chance of victory?" said the French Feline, her tone becoming more playful as she gave him a little verbal dig.
He accepted the straw gladly, as he had yet to figure out how to drink whatever it was he was drinking. He'd asked the bartender for something strong, and one whiff of it had burned out his nose hairs, so it was probably some good, mind numbing stuff. As long as he didn't get wasted and end up stumbling on the dance floor to mumble something unintelligible to Cait and Levi.
"Thanks," he said in regards to the new present. He slipped it into his mount and the other end of the drink and took a swallow. If not for a lifetime of drinking he'd have probably coughed up his lungs. Instead he just gave a slight twitch and blinked a few times. Was it moonshine? Didn't matter, it was just what the doctor ordered.
"I guess coming here was dumb. I told her how I felt, left it all bare. I can only hope she's here to break things off with Levi, but if he's the guy she chooses then I'll be happy for her." His words were true but his tone spoke to the ache in his heart and the nauseous feeling that she might choose the actual rogue.
He wanted to stay by her side, to fight by her side in love and in life, but if that was not to be...he was tired of thinking about all the things that could go wrong. He took another sip and winced at the sweet pain which would drown his worries and quiet his thoughts.
Amon was actually enjoying himself; the slow pace, the rhythm of the music, the steady twirling, the soft and warmth of Edel's hand...
...which was now on his face.
"...Um...I'm not that embarrassing...am I...?" he asked. He was so focused on Edel and the dance (and making sure to not step on her) that he didn't really know why she was covering his face.
"...It's kind of hard to see you...or anything really..."
"No, you're not--" The redhead replied quickly when Amon asked if he was that embarrassing. For a begginer he was actually doing great, and she almost removed her hands from their awkward spot on his face, but her focus went back to Caitlin as a bit of noise reminded of the baroness' presence nearby... and also seemed to indicate she had twisted an ankle or similar. "Cait, are you alright? ...And what are you wearing... or not wearing, while at that... "
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Jovena Barbados on Nov 1, 2015 14:15:47 GMT
Jovena turned, arms full of drinks to the two who generously offered to help her carry the glasses. Her smile stretched naturally wide on her face and she beamed at them happily. "Yes, thank you, that would be quite nice." She had hoped to rope Andro into some playful chatter, but that was like playing dentist to a crocodile. Perhaps better left till later. She looked for the unusually large sheeted-ghost and his companion. The other seemed vaguely familiar somehow, but no enough so to place her finger on it. It was a large city, with lots of people in it, and she'd met quite a number of them since moving to the capital. Jovena thought nothing more of it and nodded toward the dancefloor where she left her other two companions earlier.
"Just oer there, with the water nixie, you should grab drinks for yourselves as well. between the three of us we can manage." Again she smiled at the duo.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Nov 2, 2015 17:26:26 GMT
Thrakazog was only slightly disappointed. His 'Ooga-Booga' apparently didn't frighten OR entertain the witch. But he didn't dwell on it, and instead began to help unload her of some of her drinks.
It was a little tricky, managing the sheet in order to keep the eyeholes in place, while tucking drinks into his hands and arms. Using the sheet to hold them was out of the question - the fabric would simply be too slippery and he'd end up dropping them all. So instead, his meaty hands came out from beneath the sheet, accepted the drinks, and then disappeared back beneath it. With the drinks 'hidden' from view, it was only a matter of walking carefully enough so as not to lose his sight and end up crashing into another guest or two... or three... or more...
By some deity's blessing, he just barely managed that - the sheet only slipped a little - and he was able to follow Lorri over to where the Nixie and the former Stag were dancing. As he came to a stop though, the sheet finally shifted enough that he lost sight of everyone. That was probably a blessing too though, because of the nature of the Nixie's costume. If Thrak had been so close, and seen so... little? Much? He might have lost his steam-train of thought. Instead, he merely stood still, and attempted to reach his hands out from beneath the sheet, holding the drinks out where someone might take them from him.
He whispered (for him. It was probably loud enough that Jovena, Kalum, and Victoria could all hear) to Lorri, "Umm... youz wanna pass dese out? Me gots to adjust dis costume."
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Nov 4, 2015 0:20:27 GMT
Maeve was feeling pretty darn pleased with herself, that is, until she noticed the bright white, towering mass of a ghostly figure. Her eyes went up, and up, and up! till she spotted the eye holes cut into the cover. He and his friends - or so she assumed they were - walked merrily to the dance floor, arms full of drinks.
She quirked a brow at the contents. Ahh fun crowd, she decided. Her eyes circled the strange group and came back to the tall one. Eesh he was rather large. Intimidatingly so. And Mae was rarely intimidated. Which also meant she was impressed.
She slid over to the group and gave a lopsided grin. "Anything worth payin' for in them cups?" It was a haphazard attempt at saying something friendly. It's what she woulda asked Rook had she spotted him with an arm full of spirits.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Nov 4, 2015 17:19:05 GMT
"Anything worth payin' for in them cups?" a perfectly fine, feminine-sounding voice spoke, and Thrakazog took that to mean the speaker wanted one of the drinks he was carrying.
He pushed a meaty hand bearing a flagon of whatever drink was on the table out in the direction of the voice. Eloquently, he affirmed the offer, "Ug dere! Youz kin have dis one, yub."
Once the drink was taken - by whomever stepped up to do so - the big hand disappeared back beneath the sheet where some rustling occurred as Thrakazog readjusted the sheet so the eyeholes lined up with his own. Having regained his vision, he looked out at the supposed owner of the voice, and spotted a peculiar thing.
It sounded like a woman, yes, but it was dressed like a man. That wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever seen, or so he thought, because he'd heard stories over the years of some of his fellow sailors dressing up as women in order to enter areas they weren't supposed to be in. But so far, on this night, this was the first cross-gendered costume he'd witnessed personally, and it took him a couple of seconds to bring his brain up to speed with his sight.
When he did, he followed up with his usual witty style of response. "Hunh! Youz a huntsman, yub? Dat's a good costume."
And then for her benefit - or possibly because his last attempt had gone unnoticed - he explained emphatically, "Oogaa-Boogaa! I am da Spirit Lord ob da Mountain! And dis is Miss Lobbie!" He still didn't quite have a grasp on the name Lorri wanted to be called. But he waved his arms for dramatic effect, causing the sheet to shift once more, and then he hastened to fix it so he could see.
Having accomplished that, he grinned (even if nobody could see it) and asked, "Is dis a regu... regul... does dis party happen all da time, or is dis da first one?"
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Nov 6, 2015 4:50:05 GMT
Lorraine filled her hands with one of Jovena's drinks and one for herself then followed the woman back over to the Nixie and the stag. A glance was given here and there to see if Thrakazog was still with her and if he was doing alright navigating through the crowd since she was now aware of how the sheet moved so freely about him given the incidents that occurred in the last few hours together. Seeing that he was alright, she directed her gaze forward to concentrate on the bodies around them so as to not bump into anyone until they reached their destination.
Upon Thrakazog's whisper--or rather, quiet talking, she laughed a little and nodded, first emptying her hands of drinks to the Stag and Nixie before turning to help Thrakazog. Another voice joined their group and she saw the owner. "Good evening," she smiled and half curtsied to Maeve. She would let the other woman answer Thrakazog's question since she wasn't all to sure. She never paid much attention to parties before the military.
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