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 Nov 14, 2015 20:48:49 GMT
Open to Medivha 'A lot has been happening lately,' is an understatement compared to the actual events that have been occurring. Lasair reached up and rubbed his forehead as he walked. Just thinking about that night from a while ago made the headache start to come back. A lot of it was still foggy, but he did remember two things. Ratna had caught on fire. And he had said some harsh stuff to a pair of people.
Vieka’s clinic was closed, and had been for several days now. He had been checking, trying to find the doctor and talk to her. But his knocking was never met with an answer, nor was the knocking of others. For a while he didn’t know what to do next, until he finally caught a slip of gossip, mentioning that she had moved over to the refugee tents in the center of town, to practice her trade there. The general ander felt stupid for not making the connection himself.
He took a deep breath as he approached the tents, walking forward with determined strides. Unsure of where to start, he merely walked up to the entrance of one and peered in. No sign of her in this tent, so he turned to check another and another, and so on until he could locate a certain masked lady.
Vie sighed as she she rubbed the back of her neck, walking out of the excuse of a wash room they'd set up for the people working on staff. Honestly, she understood that things were getting a little tight in supplies and persons available to help, but whatever they'd put in that tent was not a toilet, and the water they supplies was brown. just ew.
how long had she been working out here anyway? A while, at least. As soon as the mortar attacks started, the amount of injuries, understandably, sky rocketed. anyone who knew anything about medicine and general first aid was asked to help out in tents to help those who got caught in the fire of the mortars themselves, or the rubble they created. As if that wasn't enough work, countless idiots kept coming to them whining about ruined homes and property, like the doctors and nurses could do anything about it. And the brunette thought the mandate was bad at the time, dia, she wished for those days back.
Rubbing her temples through the leather of her mask tiredly, she stepped back out into the main tent valley to go see to the next whimpering pansy or mutilated bugger, only pausing when a familiar mop of flaming orange hair caught her eye. "You're not drunk again are you?" She mused almost playfully, her voice edged in exhaustion. "Because sadly, curing hangovers are the least of my concerns right now."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 15, 2015 2:07:34 GMT
He really shouldn’t have been surprised that the person he was searching for ended up finding him. And yet, he still jumped a little when he heard her voice come from behind him. “I’m sober,” he started, turning around to face her.
“Do you have a minute? I, uh, wanted to talk about that night actually. It looks like you’re busy though, should I come back another time?” He lifted a hand and scratched the back of his neck, feeling a sudden wave of nervousness flush through him. Coming here had been the easy part, but the actual talking? Something else entirely. There was something about this woman just threw him off; it wasn’t easy dealing with her as it was others. Still, he was here putting himself through this. The worst she could say is no.
She seemed to watching for a short minute, contemplating, before nodding her head. "Sure, i can kill some time. I'm fairly sure i've done my shift anyway and the bastards just haven't bothered to tell me." She huffed, crossing her arms then nodding her head in the direction of a quieter road before turning and walking at a casual stroll, unhurried and unbothered, although perhaps slightly fatigued. "Would you mind if we stop by a coffee shop? I feel like if i stop without a caffeine break i might just stop for good.." She grumbled, thinking to other times when she'd worn herself out ragged, but hadn't realised until she'd sat down and passed out on the spot. Not to mention, if Lassair wanted to go into emotional stuff, which if it was about his drunken stupor some time before he probably would, she'd rather do it in the comfort of a cosy chair with the bitter-sweet beverage in hand. and maybe a slice of cake. one cannot say no to a slice of cake.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 15, 2015 2:38:15 GMT
She said okay; that was a relief. He nodded and fell into step beside her. “Sure thing, my treat. Could go for a nice cup myself, actually.” The price of coffee had been steadily rising lately, but that was too be expected. Not only did MI dip into the supplies a little, but now even more of them were being restrained because of the war. Despite this, Lasair still offered to pay.
“I’ll try not to take up too much of your time. Promise. You should probably get some rest if you’re feeling that way anyhow,” he added as they walked. The movement helped him relax, but only just. Her exhaustion was starting to show, even towards him. But surely the majority of it was hidden behind that mask.
Waving her hand idly at him she scoffs lightly. "Take up as much of it as you want. I'd rather you use up my time than have the simpering idiots that call themselves doctors or even more patients use it at this point." The agitation is clear in her voice and its obvious the woman isn't happy with her current circumstances. She did not move to Lodan to be dumped in these kinds of situations. She wanted to practice her trade quietly with the odd patient or two to help get her by, not be flooded by work and stress, among other things.
"Did you have a café in particular you wanted to go or shall we just head to the nearest one we see? I honestly don't care much as long as it's coffee."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 15, 2015 4:13:45 GMT
Nodding, he shoved his hands into his pockets and gave her a flimsy smile. “There’s always more patients. Always more,” he sighed. “There’s a place nearby that’s pretty good. I was jut going to steer us that way.”
After walking a few moments more, he looked at her curiously. “Does it ever get too hot under the mask? You always make it look comfortable but at the same time I can’t exactly judge your level of comfort because it’s hidden behind that thing.”
There was a pause in her step before she continued forward again, shoving her hands in her pockets while her head tilted to one side slightly in thought. It was a touch unusual for people to ask about her mask in truth. It obviously was a cause for curiosity but once people understood she wore it all the time, it was just sort of a thing that was there that they got used to and didn't think about. saying that, the red haired man beside her was one of the few who had seen her without the leather glued to her face, albeit because of a terribly mistake on her part. The one day she thinks maybe she'll go outside without the contraption on and suddenly everyone in Lodan had wanted to speak to her.
"It's not too great in the summer." She admitted, pushing a few fingers under the rim to scratch at her cheek. "It gets sticky and sometimes forms a seal against my skin that's disgusting when i try and take it off; but summer in general is horrid if you ask me." She hated summer. It was too hot and the sun felt like it burned her flesh and the bugs ate her alive. Winter you could wrap up in layers and drink hot chocolate and sit by a fire. In summer, sans stripping down to your breaches, there wasn't squat you could particularly do.
"Other than that though, I guess I'm used to it? I've been wearing it for years, and it's a high quality leather. It's sort of just worn into a comfortable mould of my face now." She mused, a small smile quirking on her lips before she turned her head slightly to the man walking beside her. "why do you ask?"
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 15, 2015 18:28:38 GMT
Summer. Ick. Unless you found an area of the world that experiences cold weather during that time, it was a season to be avoided. “I agree with you about summer. Too hot, too humid because of the ocean, overall terrible.”
Nodding as she elaborated, he kept her information and tucked it away. Masks were a part of his job now so gaining some information on them was useful. Better materials made it easy. Hotter temperatures made it harder. Rather straightforward, but it’s nice to hear it from someone who knows the details personally. “Why I ask? Mostly just curious. I wore a mask recently at the Queen’s event and by the time the party ended, it was getting very stuffy under the thing.” He opted not to bring up the nature of that party ending.
As he said that, they arrived at the café. He stepped forward to open the door for her; they could continue talking inside.
Nodding her thanks as she passed him by the door, she waited briefly for the male to join her before finding a nice quite seat to settle in away from the other people in the café. "Well, I've been wearing the thing for years. Part of it's habit by this point." She mused, her gaze flickering questioningly at the redhead before she shuffled out of her coat and hung on the back of her chair, then sat down and tugged her feet up into a cross legged position under the table. Plucking up one of the menu's lazily, she flicked through it's contents, although her mind wondered elsewhere.
"Do you want to start with why you were raging drunk in the first place, or do you have another preferred place to start?" She questioned easily, not taking her eyes up from the words in front of her gaze, although she wasn't particularly reading them any.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 21, 2015 5:03:01 GMT
Following her inside, he sat down across from her at the table and also picked up the menu, only to drop it back down on the table within a few moments. “Yeah, that’s probably a good place to start.” Leaning back in his chair, he took a deep breath and locked his eyes on something behind Vieka; it’d be easier for explaining if he wasn’t looking at her.
“It started as just a bad day. I won’t go into why it happened; stuff to do with my past. But a bad day happened and I really needed a drink. Once I started drinking, I just sort of didn't stop. I wanted more. Felt like I needed it. Drunk myself silly that night. Stumbled home, slept a few hours, then got up and did it again at a different bar. Dunno why but I just really really felt like I needed to. The third or fourth night was the one I ran into you. I was already pretty deep into the liquor when we ran into each other. I remember most of it, but it's still pretty foggy. I remember saying things I probably shouldn't have and for that, I'm sorry." His eyes showed sadness while his mouth spoke, but overall he wasn't being very emotive. He said what he planned to say, and that was the main point.
Somewhere during his explanation, Vieka placed the menu she was looking at down, folding her arms on the table as she listened to him instead. It seemed fairly bog standard, and she'd figured out the jist of it herself. Usually when people drink themselves to that level of stupidity, it was because they were having a bad day. In her opinion, it wasn't a very good excuse. Drinking never solved the problem and often in cases, such as this one, it might even make them worse. Luckily for the red head, Vie really didn't take too much personally. Her first concern was how much Lassair actually remembered. The doctor herself had recklessly used magic during that encounter, letting her temper get the best of her, which was happening far more than she was comfortable with at the moment. That blow out had been a horrifically large mistake on her part, stupidly allowing multiple witnesses to see her nature and heritage without thinking of the possible consequences of her actions afterwards.
She was going to ask when a waitress stopped by, and Vieka quickly made her order of Coffee and cake before turning her direction to Lassair, waiting for him to order before she replied back to him. "How much of that night do you actually remember? Can you tell me in as much detail as possible?" She questioned, leaning back in her chair. She was genuinely curious, partly because she wondered how much of a state he had been in, partly because she wondered how much effect her tonic had, partly because she needed to know if he remembered her foul up in large detail.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 30, 2015 8:53:10 GMT
When the waitress came, he only ordered a cup of coffee before looking down at his hands, flexing the fingers and turning them over a few times as he thought over her pair of questions. There was one memory that felt wrong. As if it were out of place and shouldn't be in his mind. Should he share that one with her? It involved her, but what if he were wrong? What if it was an effect of the liquor? He didn’t want to risk that chance of being incorrect and he certainly didn’t want to accuse her.
“I remember walking into the bar with more hangover than buzz. I took a seat in the corner, where the normal patrons wouldn’t notice me, and began drinking. Mostly wine, not so strong that it’d knock me out quickly, but not too weak that I’d have to drink it constantly to get my buzz back. It goes foggy after that. I remember being lost in myself when a certain girl started talking to me. I don’t like her. She should have minded her own business. I tried to walk away but she followed.”
He paused when the coffee came, blowing over the surface of the liquid for a moment for taking a large sip. Black coffee usually wasn’t his taste, but for this conversation it was nice. “A word popped into my mind. It was the oddest thing really. So I began talking about that word. Can’t remember what word it was now. But I was talking a lot and then next thing I know, I’m outside and the annoying girl is on fire. She ran off screaming bloody murder and well, I’ve been avoiding her since. You and blue-hair were there then and I got mad at you both. Again, don’t remember why, but I was upset and I began shouting things at you. Things that would be better kept to myself. Then I stumbled home and stayed there a while.” He sat back in the chair and waited for her to react, sipping more of the coffee as he did so. It felt better to leave that odd memory out.
Vieka hummed softly, thinking about his words. It was all rather vague and none of it particularly answered her own questions, firstly and formostly, that had he figured out that she wielded magic and in turn her race. Taking a long swig of her own beverage and wincing as the scolding liquid burned her mouth, she contemplated her next question. Could he be telling her everything? Possibly, Lassair never seemed like the type to withhold information but this was a situation that was a little more delicate than the usual. She could always drill him for more details but then there was a chance he would remember things better left forgotten. What to do, what to do...
"It seems like I'm the only one you actually remember properly, but I'm fairly sure the other two there knew you to at least some degree, considering the grey haired brat virtually proposed in front of everyone and everything..." She grumbled the last bit around the rim of her cup before taking another swig, then remember why she had been waiting as she managed to burn her tongue again. Drattit cool down already coffee, bestow your caffeine-y goodness and stop inflicting pain!
Placing down the coffee before she could cause herself any more bodily harm, she moved onto her cake, wedging out a large section with her fork. "Are you sure there's nothing else you remember? detail wise? I know you were sloshed out of your mind but that's ridiculously vague." She hummed, Unable to see him with her mask halfway pushed up but knowing his general location. Hidden to him, there was a rather sharp look dancing in her hazels.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 16, 2015 4:00:55 GMT
He shrugged as she answered him, sipping his own coffee anew while she burned herself on her mug. Blowing the liquid helped cool it enough for him to get little sips. Just little ones. With her question, he had a feeling he knew what she was asking about. So it wasn’t an accidental memory. So be it.
“I remember all three of you properly; I just opted not to refer to the others by name. Ratna is…a problem, to say the least. Probably more so now than before given her arm…” he let out an exasperated sigh. She was a headache if he dwelt on her, more so now with that little whisper coming from Vieka. “Zona was the other one… She’s okay, sometimes. Depends on the day honestly. I’ve been avoiding her lately, even before that night.”
Changing his position to lean forward again, he looked down at his coffee, thinking about how to answer her question. “There is something else I remember. However,” he paused, thinking about the way he wanted to say this. He found himself thinking about the way to phrase things more and more often these days. “I can’t say that it’s a spell I know. At least, not yet. Still learning and all that.” He chuckled a little, if for no reason than to fill in the awkward feeling rising up in his chest. No going back now.
"All you need is love." -John Lennon
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