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
Acquaintances, Friends, Enemies, or All of the Above
Locking the door behind them, Wern tilted his head as he spoke, partially listening, and partially not.
“Hm? Oh. If you don’t mind we are going upstairs. There isn’t as much junk up there. Just in one corner, but well, I have to check up on someone.” Checking the door, knowing for sure it was locked, he turned to smile at the other.
“And they aren’t that amazing. I know some people don’t care for them.” It seemed like quite a few people didn’t, to the point of avoiding them, but alas, some people had particular tastes. Wern understood, or at least, accepted it. The likelihood that everyone had phobias of machines was slim, but who knows. Maybe something had happened in Lodan and Wern wasn’t aware of it?
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
Vieka was perfectly content to stay silent as they walked, internally scolding herself for her decision to take up the red head on his offer. This was just asking for trouble. Not only did he seem like the mischievous and trouble making type, he was a twin. It was like she was begging for heartache by going through with this. And at the same time, she found herself irreversibly curious, what was it like to be at that age and still have your other half?
Blinking out of her reverie, she glanced at her new companion as he held the door open, moving to step past but pausing beside him and giving a mock curtsy as thanks before finding a table by a windowed portion of the café that still seemed relatively private. Settling down, she dumped her bag beside her and shifted out of her coat before picking up one of the menu's that showed off some of the desserts they had on offer. Oooh~ they have coffee cake here! coffee cake is always a plus in her books. Glancing up briefly, she eyed the red head before looking back down. "So, do you usually invite random women you annoy for coffee or am I just a special case?" She mused idly, flicking the next page of the menu.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Nov 22, 2015 16:07:45 GMT
"Really? Who wouldn't like these?" Emelo asked in surprise. "If I could I would try and have them all. I just can't believe some people wouldn't like such interesting thing." Emelo added as he looked at the trinket from afar. "And I'm fine if we go upstairs, just lead the way." He said with a smile as he partially wondered about the 'someone' Wern said he needed to check on, he wanted to ask but found it would be rude to do that. "So," He began, ready to start up another short conversation before Wern had to go and check on their friend, "What kind of tea will we be having?" He asked with a smile.
Leo smirked some as the woman curtsied and walked in behind her. If the two of them could get along well enough fun stuff could happen, just with the sarcasm alone. He took a seat across from the woman as he too picked up the menu and began to look over it, only to be stopped when she asked a question. He smirked some, "No I think your just a special case." Leo said with a bit of a smile as he looked over to the woman before looking back at the the papers in his hand. "Do you usually drop everything when someone comes up and tries to talk to ya?" He asked with another smirk, not looking up from his menu this time though.
Emelo’s question made Wern pause. Faintly, he smiled but there was a tinge of sadness attached to the corners of his mouth.
“You would be surprised,” he stated, heading behind the counter, and ushering for the other to follow. “There are many who do not care for what I do.” A door behind the counter led to a small hallway, with a bathroom, a stairway, and back door nestled between the two. Wern pointed to the bathroom loosely as he climbed the stairs. “If you need to freshen up, the bathroom is there. If not, you can follow me upstairs. And tea? Um.” Wern stopped. “I’m not certain. I have a few kinds. Let me go see.” Not waiting for the other to follow, Wern scrambled upstairs, where, to his dismay, Goya was rolling about the floor, no longer in their purple bed, bumping into various items in what Wern could only believe was a temper tantrum.
“Goya.” Wern spoke, trying to catch the ball. “What are you doing, stop rolling.” But the orb did not stop.
“Oh Wern, fancy to hear your voice again. You know, it’s been quite a while. Especially since you decided to shut the window.” Wern rolled his eyes just as the orb scurried underneath a table. He had shut the window for a reason. Last time he left it open, it seemed that the orb had tried to escape and join the pigeons, which Goya referred to as “The Coos” who had claimed them as their ruler. Wern didn’t believe it, but Goya swore that the creatures had claimed them as their great orb and had tried to carry them away. Regardless, Wern scrambled, bending over to get to sphere.
“Goya, listen, we are going to have a guest you hear me? And so I need you to behave.” Wern started, and the orb paused, just long enough for Wern to pick them up.
“A guest? Are they attractive? Suitor material? Wern, are you getting married?” Goya questioned, and Wern sighed, taking the ball and their bed and putting them at the table, clearing plans away to make room for the guest and himself.
“No Goya. Now, behave yourself.”
The room was quite large, with a small kitchen toward the back of. The opposite wall housed a window, overlooking the street, but tucked into the corner, next to the window, was a pile of machinery, jagged and poking out at different angles as a sheet covered it. The table sat between the kitchen and the window, giving anyone who stepped into the room a perfect view of the place, just as Wern had planned, since Goya had a tendency to travel. Plus, the view of city was quite nice, even if most of it included people’s roofs.
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
"No, you're just a special case." The doctor mimicked back in a snide tone, her eyes narrowing slightly. Like hell she was going to say it was because she was caught off guard by suddenly seeing double. As soon as the waitress came over, Vieka placed her order. One large coffee with a mountain of sugar and a large slice of cake. While waiting for the red head to place his own order, she took the time to study him and his appearance. Bright red hair, well groomed, pale skin, nicely tailored clothes; If she had to guess off the bat, she'd say he was noble class, or at least his family was doing very well for itself. She says family because he looked quite young. "What's your name then?" She asks, still studying him quietly. Dia this was a little awkward, sitting in an unknown coffee with an unknown person as company. At least in any case, if he tried something she was confident she could take care of herself.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Nov 24, 2015 4:48:37 GMT
"Oh.. Ok. I'll be up in a moment then." Emelo said with a light smile as he decided the whole 'freshening up' thing sounded like a good idea. Turning he headed into the bathroom and closed the door, causing all noise to silence itself. He looked around some at the decor of the room before heading over to the mirror and sink (They have running water right?!) He stood over the sink as he looked himself over some in the mirror. Turning on the facet Emelo bent down some and washed his hands up some, after all with everything one can find, and touch, in the market place no one would ever know where anything had ever been. Once clean he rubbed his hands together some and looked back up at the mirror and sighed some. Even though he was staring at himself he couldn't help but see his brother, after all the two were twins and the whole 'my hair is opposite of yours' doesn't really play out well in a mirror. He wondered for a moment what his brother was doing, and if he helped that woman... Shaking his head some Emelo rubbed his face, he couldn't be thinking of that right now, he couldn't keep Wern waiting.
Stepping out of the bath room Emelo began to make his way up the stairs only to hear something about suitor material and marriage... "Did I miss something... or someone?" Emelo asked see how it was just Wern in the room as he took the last step and was now on the same floor as the boy. He looked around some as he did so, not noticing the ball and purple pillow at first, but once he looked over to Wern he did, "Oh that's cool looking? Did you make that as well?" Emelo asked with a smile.
Leo narrowed his eyes some as a smirk came over his face, "Very funny..." He said in a rather monotone voice at the woman's comment. Leo turned his attention back to the menu as he browsed all that they had. "Hmmm..." He mumbled to himself as he looked everything over, not even realizing the woman across the table had been staring at him. Whether he just didn't notice or trained himself to ignore people staring Leo had no idea, after all walking around with red hair would be enough but when you have a double standing right next to you, that's a whole different story. Leo placed his order a few moments after the woman did, saying he would take the raspberry cheesecake along with a medium roasted coffee, with three sugars and a whole lot of cream. After all he liked his coffee with his creamer thank you! Looking back up after placing the menu down he noticed the woman staring, unfazed he went on to answer her question, "The name is Leo." He said, "And you would be?" He added.
The sound of Emelo’s voice made Wern jump, and he let out a slight yelp, nearly knocking over Goya. Thank cogs he was in the pillow. Turning, Wern tried to smile, and explain, but Goya beat him to it.
“Oh. They sound attractive. Are they attractive? Wait. What qualifies them being attractive? Do they have the right parts?” Goya questioned, and Wern blushed, grabbing the ball and quickly trying to hide the talking orb, or at least, muffle its nonsense.
“ Um, I’m so sorry,” Wern stuttered, shaking the orb ever so slightly as he looked down to it. “Behave Goya.”
“Make me.” Wern held onto the orb as he winced ever so slightly at how the ball buzzed in his hands, but he ignored it as he looked toward the other.
“I apologize. Goya can be quite… dificult. I made the outer shell. The inner part was my father’s— and, well, he tinkered a bit too much. Thus the crude programing.”
“I’m not crude. I’m special.”
“You’re something special alright.” Placing the orb back down on the table, Wern rushed to the cabinets to find the kinds of tea he had, pulling out a few packets as he squirmed about.
“I, um, in terms of teas have Bohea, Pekoe, Imperial, and Hyson. Which would you prefer?” He inquired, but he didn’t matter as he brought all of them to the other, the blush still lingering on his face as Goya blurted out another “So. Marriage?”
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
She contemplated giving him a fake name, or even just dodging the question all together, considering she did not know who he was or what he did, young or not. It was pointless though, Her appearance made her easily distinguishable and she had a well enough reputation for her medical practice that her name was relatively well known. Sometimes she forgot that her paranoid behaviour from the old days of travelling was pointless in her current living situation, or at least, some of it was anyway.
"Veika." She finally answered after the long pause caused by her internal debate. She'd almost forgotten to reply all together.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Dec 16, 2015 4:46:28 GMT
"Alright..." Leo said as the woman finally stated her name, seemed to take her long enough. Looking around for a moment he turned back to her, "So ya been in this city long, or ya just moved here?" He asked, hoping a bit of small talk would happen until the food and what not came, after all silence wasn't something Leo always liked, but at least with his brother here...
"Umm..." Emelo said as the ball began to talk and Wern tried to hide it. Though what the thing said was weird, Emelo couldn't help but be interested in the talking machinery. 'I Think it may just have a thing of two to learn about people..." Emelo said at Wern's on comment, "And I'm good with anything, your choice." He added, taking a step closer to the ball, forgetting for a moment that he had Ander blood running though his veins and the object he was walking towards was tech. "How exactly do you get, what did you say 'Goya' to talk? Its very interesting." He added, thinking his brother would like this piece of tech a lot.
Taking out the Bohea, Wern began to prepare the blend. “Well, Goya’s learning. Just, well, some things are taking longer than others.” Taking the orb into his lap, he petted the sphere before handing it to Emelo. “You’re welcome to touch the shell. The interworking’s are the sensitive part.” Glancing at the tea, he continued as he waited for the other to grab the sphere. “They talk by a little voice box in the main body. It’s connected to Goya’s, well, brain.” Tapping on the sphere’s side, Wern laughed. “Though, sometimes I wonder if I could even call it that, since, well, Goya isn’t the brightest orb on the block.” “I cannot see but I believe I am quite shiny.” “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
"I've been here a while, although i wasn't born in this city if that's what you're asking." She replied, giving enough information without really giving any at all. This was going to be a problem though; she had hoped that the male would be the chatty type so she wouldn't have to talk to much. Vieka sucked at small talk, and she hated talking about herself even more. Perhaps if she just kept asking him questions she could divert the attention away from herself and more towards him?
"How about yourself?" She mused, relaxing down some as their order arrived. "Would i be mistaken in guessing your higher class? Which probably means you've been here from the beginning. It's rare for upper-class to change cities and all that, but, i could just be presuming too much..." she hummed lightly, emptying out several more packets of sugar into her steaming coffee before stirring it idly.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Dec 20, 2015 14:48:55 GMT
"Wow..." Emelo said as he stared at the orb, gently taking it from the man, turning it slightly to view it from a slightly different angle. "This is incredible." He said with a smile as the two somewhat talked, or well Goya said something and Wern told him not to. "So what all do you know Goya?" Emelo asked, truly interested in what the ball had to say, or at least what knowledge the ball knew. "I still can't get over that it talks... L would love this!" Emelo smiled as he looked over to Wern. Emelo turned back to the ball as he felt it in his hands, a bit heaver then it looked, shiny like the ball said, and really smooth for all the carvings in its shell.
"Ok..." Leo said as he looked off to the side and leaned back some as the waiter placed their food down. Leo smirked some at the woman's next words as he picked up his fork and twirled it around a bit, "You wouldn't be mistaken, but you would be presuming too much." He said, placing his fork down on his place before picking up his drink and taking a sip from it. "We were born into noble class in another town, but recently got kicked out... Or well should I say 'Placed into the real world to learn'... Though we live in a middle class house here, Emelo works with the money and some how keeps that flowing in like it did back at home. Want the details on that ask him." Leo said as he went back to the fork and picked up a piece of his cheesecake. "So ya got a business or are you just another face in the crowd around here?" Leo asked, wondering a bit about the woman.
When Goya was placed in Emelo’s hands, it vibrated, emitting something close to a whistling sound. At the boy’s comments, Wern smiled, amused that the other cared for the orb so much. Indeed, people were interested in Goya, but only to the extent of, “okay, time to put it back in the bag.” Yet, this little one enjoyed them enough to hold it in his palms, and to wish further conversation. “Well, perhaps your friend can come visit as well. Goya likes visitors.”
“What Goya knows? Goya knows much.” Again the orb whistled, a slight warmth emitting from its center. “I know poetry. I know songs. I know knowledge and emotions.”
Wern listened lightly to this, pouring a cup of tea for Emelo. “Not exactly emotions, per say. Goya knows concepts. My father downloaded information into their processor.” Wern explained.
Again, the sphere whistled, twirling in Emelo’s hand. “To love is to feel the warmth tread through ones circuits, and to cup onto the processor the lightness of wings.”
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
Humming as he filled in the blanks, the doctor tutted when she realised she got quite a bit wrong. Ah, she's loosing her touch; that's depressing. Knocking her mask up half way so her mouth and the bottom of her nose was visible, Vieka pulled her drink over to herself and blew on it lightly, trying to get it to cool off some before she burned her mouth (like she typically does). "I work as a doctor on the outskirts of the merchants district." She replied before taking a sip, wincing some from the still very hot temperature, but it was still drinkable, if only just. "How about yourself? If you're not receiving any help from your family any more, I should think you need some kind of money coming in, regardless of how well 'Emelo' handles money. On that note, Emelo is your brother, correct? The other red haired one..."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Dec 24, 2015 3:34:18 GMT
"Wow..." Emelo said as he listened to what the orb said and how it described emotions in the way it felt them. "This is so interesting..." He added, smiling while the orb vibrated in his hands. At first he didn't realize it but when he did he nearly threw the ball across the room, only to catch himself before he threw it. Setting it back down on the pillow Emelo took a few steps away from the ball, afraid the vibrating was happening because he was an ander. "Sorry about that... The vibrating kind of startled me..." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck some, still staring at the orb.
"Hmm..." Leo said as he took a mental note of that, after all it could be useful later. "Yes he is my brother." Leo said as he took a bite out of his food, passing just a moment to finish it before speaking again, "Twin to be exact." He smirked a bit, thinking about Emelo, "I think Emelo does tutoring or something, and I do some odd jobs here and there but other than that all our money comes from whatever he does." Leo said as he poked some at his food before taking a sip of his drink. "I mean don't get me wrong we came into this city with a really nice, pretty penny, but as soon as we got here Emelo snatched that up and I haven't seen it since, yet the money keeps coming..." He added leaning back in his chair, "Again, ya want the detail ask him."
Because two heads are better than one.
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