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 Oct 25, 2015 23:24:32 GMT
Open to all, but only one or two please. Lasair sat in the sand, leaning back on his elbows while he watched the sun set over the ocean. His head was pounding with a headache at the moment, but the sound of the crashing waves offered a bit of solace. In a way, the pain was nice. Refreshing even. Reminded him that he was alive and had things to be doing. However, right now the only thing he really felt the need to do was sit and watch the sun disappear over the watery horizon. A gentle breeze even passed through from time to time, carrying the scent of salt on it. This was a nice place. A soothing place. However the sounds of the dock behind him were a bit distracting. And also prevented him from hearing any one person approach.
“Goya, be careful of the water.” “Which way is the water?” “Um, everywhere? ” Wern sloshed his way toward the orb, holding out his hands to catch the other as it hovered over the ocean, too close to the waves for his liking. Perhaps giving the gift of flight to a blind being was not the best idea Wern had ever thought of. Plus, the “gift” wasn’t as much of a gift, since the wind kept carrying the orb wherever it blew, and thus they were over the ocean instead of the sand. But luckily, that wasn’t much of a problem, since he made sure to constantly be under the other. Plus, the wind was calm, never too breezy, and when it was, Wern made sure to be there with the other. Although he had to admit, Goya was getting a bit too rowdy. It was time to reel him in. “Okay, I think we had enough.” Wern tried to catch the other, but it hovered away. “No.” “Goya?” “Let me go higher.” Wern stared at the orb, and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Goya, we talked about this. Higher altitudes aren’t safe for you yet.” “I don’t care,” said the orb in the closest way to a pout as robotically possible. Wern rolled his eyes and walked toward the other to grab it. Except, the orb shot up, out of his reach, and into the big blue sky. “I’m free. Free I tell you, free! You can’t stuff me in your stupid man purse now, big man.” The orb mocked, once more flying over the sands. Wern stumbled out of the water, cursing under his breath as he watched the other fly, not liking how high it was going, or the fact it was trying to run away. “Goya, stop it. Get down now.” “I am no longer Goya. Call me renegade, call me free.” Everything would have worked for the orb’s escape, if it wasn’t for its exoskeleton being so flimsy that any wind too forceful would rip it apart. And, as fate would have it, such a breeze decided to knock at its exterior, ripping a hole, and down Goya glided, not too quickly, but too fast for Wern to catch up to the descending robot. “Mayday, mayday.” Goya cried, and Wern scratched his head, slowly realizing it was better for the orb to run its course. By the time that he caught up to, it would already be buried. Besides, the sand was soft enough to buttress the other, and rocks were not a problem for the area. The ground itself was smooth and cushiony, and in theory, perfectly fine as long there was sand. Except, where Goya was heading wasn’t sand, but a person with red hair, practically a bulls eye for the little orb. “Oh Cogs.” Holding onto his hat, Wern tried to run to the other, but by the time he would get there, it would be too late. “Look out!”
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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 1, 2015 8:03:01 GMT
Upon hearing some sort of odd noise coming from above him, Lasair instinctively leaned to the side only moments before the strange orb crashed into the sand beside him. "That was close," he said aloud, more to himself than towards the gentleman that seemed to be heading this way. Shaking his head a moment (only to regret it a moment later because of the achey pain) he directed his attention away from the ball and instead towards the man approching him. "Was this your thing? What happened?" he called out, scooting away from the mechanical device since he was an ander and all that.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Nov 1, 2015 20:15:26 GMT
It had been some time Edelweiss walked around the sea port, at least while not on business. The fresh breeze carried over a scent of sea salt, and helped to clean the lungs from the heavy air most of the city had. It gave an odd, almost surreal sense of freedom, as if her legs could carry her farther and her shoulders weren't as heavy as usual; in those moments, it wasn't so hard to understand why the BoR territory was alluring to so many people.
Her gaze caught sight of a known head of red that wasn't a pirate though, and then a random screaming ball of metal(?) that hit him right on the skull. Like a bowling ball aimed for a full strike. "Las, watch out!" She shouted, and didn't even know if he heard her or not but at least he dodged the thing anyway. Thinking of it, what was that thing even? It was on the sand now, and she approached to see it better, though not touching it. Better check up close. "What is this?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Wern winced as the orb landed in the sand- sending a small puff up with impact. Maybe sand was not the best idea for a cushion. Or trying to have Goya fly. Still, that was a thing to think about later. He ran over to the two, wheezing, breath gone from overworked lungs as he leaned on his knees. Despite trying to work out (ever since that drat shadow beast incident) running was still a bad idea, only made worse by the uneven surface.
“Is. Everyone. Okay?" he wheezed, the other man scooting away from Goya, perhaps fearful the bot would explode and a woman, also with red hair (what was with everyone and red hair? Viktor? Now these two? Was this a Lodan thing?) taking her distance away. Both inquired about Goya, and Wern tried to let out a laugh, but it came out as more of a wheeze and a wince.
“Oh. Goya. Yes. Um, this is my clockwork doll. Sort of.” Wern looked down, almost begrudgingly, upon the orb. Part of their exo-structure seemed a bit dented, and the thin skin that surrounded them was cut, letting out the air out from inside and exposing the gears. And, oh gosh, sand in the gears. That was going to be annoying. Maybe Goya wasn’t as fine as he first thought, for now, the little bot was vibrating?
“Goya?” Picking up the machine, the bot shaking in Wern's hands, its gears whistling. “What’s wrong with you?” Wern asked holding onto the orb, but it tumbled out of his arms, straight toward Lasair, where it shook more, the whistle getting higher, before they rolled away(as easily as Goya could with sand underneath them). And kept doing this, rolling back and forth, till at last, the machine stopped and spoke.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 9, 2015 0:26:37 GMT
Lasair hardly batted an eye as Edelweiss approached. He was seeing a lot of the guild leader lately. That could be both good and bad depending on the situations. Hopefully this would be another good one. Turning away from her, he watched the large man as he struggled to breath. So this orb was his. An interesting thought.
“I’m fine,” he said first, a frown on his face as he glared at the robot. Goya, was it? And it was a clockwork doll apparently? It wasn’t one he had ever seen before. He watched with a confused face as the thing rolled around and whistled. Then it said something about love. At that point, Lasair stood up, brushing the sand off his clothes. “Just how advanced is this thing; to be able to understand love?”
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Nov 9, 2015 1:44:07 GMT
"I'm alright, only mildly confused." Edelweiss replied to the approaching brunette man, a slightly raised eyebrow as she watched the talking ball claiming to be in love. Clockwork doll? Did that mean technically that 'ball' was a lone head? Where was the rest of the body? Also curious about Lasair's question, since she couldn't remember ever meeting a doll capable of love (or any other real emotion, for that matter), the redhead woman just stood there and waited for Wern to answer them.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Wern rolled his eyes and moved to pick up the robot.
“Not that advanced, I assure you.” In a lowered tone, he picked up the orb, and inspected it, wondering if something perhaps was truly amiss with the tiny ball. “Goya, what’s wrong with you? Did you, um.” He couldn’t say hit their head, since, well, their whole body (which also he guessed could serve as their head?) had hit the sand pile. “Did you, uh, short circuit?” He offered, but the bot whistled.
“Is this not love? ” The bot attempted to roll towards Lasair again but got nowhere quick as Wern carried them away. “These robotic butterflies, my synapsis sparking, my whole body, vibrating.” And sure enough, the little orb was practically buzzing as Wern got farther away from Lasair and toward Edel, only seeming to get worse with the greater distance.
Oh cogs, he had done it. His father’s clockwork doll was going insane, malfunctioning, whatever you call it when dolls went awry. All because of some stupid sand, of trying to let Goya fly. Frantically, Wern paced around, as if the motion would clear the other’s cogs, but he only yelped as the vibrating machine burned his hands. Dropping Goya, Wern clasped his burnt palms as Goya rolled now toward the red haired woman (Edel)?
“Is this not what you humans call love?” Goya inquired whistling as he bumped into her shoe. “Please, please place me in your satchel and carry me away, oh fair individual.” Goya spoke, almost succeeding in rolling up and onto the other’s shoe, voice filled with static, as if scratched by the sand itself.
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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 9, 2015 2:43:00 GMT
“You might want to have Amon check that one out." Lasair got to his feet and took a few steps away from the machine, fearful it might be malfunctioning in a way that could end dangerously. Can never be safe around machines. He knew this much from past experiences.
Looking down at the thing, he spoke to Edelweiss now. “I wouldn’t pick that up, despite its pleading,” he said slowly, reaching a hand out to her shoulder and gesturing for her to take a step back.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Nov 9, 2015 3:05:51 GMT
"Definitely have Amon check that one out." It was buzzing, dangerously close to her, and probably buzzing because it was dangerously close to her. It had had even burned its owner. "...Unfortunately I don't have a satchel, little one. And you might have sand in you." She told, and didn't resist Lasair when he motioned for her to step back. It was a wise suggestion and worth following - and despite still being curious, she wasn't crazy enough to attempt holding the Goya ball with her bare hands (gloved or not).
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
At the request of Goya being “checked out” by Amon, Wern faintly nodded, though he knew he was not going to ask for the mechanic’s help. Goya was…. Was his project. His father’s project. Even if others meant well, letting people touch Goya like that, it didn’t feel right with him. But that was for another time. For now, he had to see if there was anything he could do for the little orb then and there.
“Oh angelic dual voices, don’t forsake me for this vile man, who only pales in comparison to your grace.” Wern rolled his eyes. Alright then. Note to self. Don’t read poetry aloud around Goya anymore. Sighing, he opened his satchel and attempted to pick up the vibrating orb with said cloth. “Goya. I think it’s time for you to go back into the satchel.”
“Don’t rip me apart from my destiny. I have fallen in love.”
“I think you’ve broken your circuits.”
“Hodge podge. And my fair individual with dual voices, do you forsake me? I can be a nice companion. A paperweight. A reminder to you of chores to be done. Satchel or no satchel, whisk me away in your loving arms. ”
“Goya. Hush.” Wern picked the orb up, but it shook inside the satchel, continuing to speak about something along the lines of “Having to leave to pursue their destiny” and thus “breaking up” with Wern. In response Werns sighed, and turned to Lasair and Edel.
“I am so sorry about this, for nearly hurting you and for inconveniencing you both. Goya doesn’t normally act like this.” Glancing at the satchel, he sighed again and held out his hand.
“My name is Wern. I’m new town, and this.” He flourished the other hand to the bag at his waist. “Is Goya. Also known as the pain in my side.”
“If I am such a pain, then let me be with the glorious dual voiced individual.”
“Hush Goya.”
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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 10, 2015 7:16:36 GMT
“Greetings, Wern,” Lasair said as he relaxed a bit at the disappearance of the orb. Takes a step to the wide from Edelweiss, he took his usual bow to the man. “Lasair Lupen, at your service. Welcome to the most wonderful town of Lodan.” Turning, he swept his arm through the air to gesture at the city behind him.
Pointing to the bag, he continued. “I can only assume you’re proficient with mechanics; is that correct?”
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Nov 10, 2015 19:16:15 GMT
"...Dual voiced?" Edeweiss repeated, slightly confused. 'Ginger stick' made sense to a degree, 'Peaches' she could understand, but for all of crazy and ridiculous that ever happened in that city, no one had referred to her as 'dual-voices' before. Was this round clockwork doll-head's sound tracking device damaged and it was hearing her voice distorted somehow, or was it saying she sounded androgynous enough it couldn't define her gender?
"Nice to meet you, Wern. My name is Edelweiss, and welcome to Lodan." She greeted the man as well, although part of her attention was still focused on the clockwork ball who apparently had a crush on her. "Do I take it Goya can't 'see' us?"
With the greeting, Wern laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say proficient, but um, it is my livelihood.” He clutched the satchel tightly, turning to the Edel to answer her question.
“Yes, well, Goys is blind, in a sense. At times, they can judge and calculate where certain objects are based off sound and thermal temperatures, but well,” Wern looked at the impression of where Goya had decided to roll, like some awkward crab. “I think there is something wrong with their sensors as of now.”
“There is nothing wrong with me. Dual voiced individual Lasair, please, let me be at your services and take me away from this doubtful creature.” Rolling his eyes, Wern decided that there was no point in trying to argue with Goya anymore. He would ignore the orb for now.
“Again, I’m so sorry for this. I have inconvenienced you both and must have delivered an awful first impression. Can I make it up by offering a drink or a meal or by some other means?”
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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 12, 2015 7:30:53 GMT
So the robot learned his name. That was kind of sweet, in a way. “I’ll never turn down a free drink,” he said with a grin. “And please, don’t worry so much about inconveniencing us. I can assure you that my impression of you is one of being impressed. I never had a talent for the art of machinery so meeting someone who does, well. The honor is all mine.”
It seemed that Edelweiss would have the chance to see Lasair pour on his charm to a new individual. Would she laugh? Think of it as a good skill? Either way, he wasn’t about to stop his smiles because she was here. There was someone new at hand. And someone new always had to leave his presence thinking well of the red head ander male.
"All you need is love." -John Lennon
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