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 Tyrell O'Callaghan on Dec 24, 2015 4:37:00 GMT
Fragile but not destroyed. No flying? Those words made him cringe but he gave the faintest of nods in reply. Not flying for a short time was better than never flying, he'd come to terms with. Turning his head to the side, the large man studied his wings then the magic she was using, feeling every bit of the same sensations that occurred in his chest only on a grander scale on his wings. "No flying," he murmured softly. "Promise." Just one week. He could do it. He'll make it, he kept telling himself. After all, he was typically patient but this time signs of impatience were already tugging at him. "C-Can I stay here tonight? Shadow beasts outside." This far from the city he was unsure if the beasts would linger. To venture far was not unheard of for them but was not common. There was rumbling in the ground--nothing more than usual but it was there and likely simple beasts. Whatever they belonged to was not headed for them and was no where near the structure, but in his condition he did not wish to chance a fight.
Sighing, the doctor finally let the magic relent from her fingertips as she leaned back. Her own complexion was considerably lighter and a light sheen of sweat has bits of her hair glued to her face, but she'd done all that she could do for the large winged man for today. A good majority of the damage was gone, the rest of it would continue to fix throughout the week, and she'd help it along and check it's progress as the days go by.
At the dark haired males question, she scowled. She was ill mannered and temperamental, but she would never consider herself Cruel. Did he truly believe she would just kick him out and let him be on his way this injured? Clicking her tongue, Vieka shook her head slightly. "Stay for as long as you need. In fact, it would probably be better if you stayed here for you weeks healing. I can run supplies here and keep an eye on your progress that way." She paused, letting her eyes scan around the damage caused to the church. "And perhaps once you're in better shape, you can fix some of the mess you've made." With that said, She moved to pick up her supplies from the pew she had been sitting at before his crash landing as well as her beloved mask.
"I'll be back tomorrow morning..." She paused, frowning. In the middle of winter, in a broken church, it was going get pretty cold. She couldn't offer much in the way of that but....
Pulling off her coat, she folded it up and left it beside him. "Use that as a quilt or something come night-time..." She muttered before taking her leave, leaving the man to his faults. It wasn't until she was at the outskirts of the city once more did occur to her that she probably should have asked for a name.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Jan 3, 2016 4:08:19 GMT
Many things ran through the winged ander's mind. First, why was this woman so kind to him? Tyrell liked to imagine everyone was inherently good but this woman without any questions helped him when others may have left him to die. Quietly he watched as she removed her jacket then left it for him. Wouldn't it be cold for her? And she was leaving? She was going outside with no jacket and shadow beasts? Maybe her home was near, he decided. Truthfully, he was scared to be alone in the dark but he wasn't going to beg her to stay since she had already done so much for him. "Thank you," he said for possibly the millionth time that night as he reached over to grab her coat and cover himself then watched as she departed.
Throughout the night he slept little for various reasons. Firstly, he'd been worried about the woman and if she was alright traveling. Secondly, he was scared of the dark and every time he thought something moved he expected the worst. Flying at night was different as was walking when you could fight back, but here he was helpless. Closer to the hours of morning he finally shut his eyes and found sleep though it was short lived. When the sun began to shine through he awoke once more and tried to sit up. His body ached and protested but he eventually managed. While he waited for Vieka to return perhaps he could at least go outside to enjoy some fresh air. When the doctor would find him next it would be outside where he was propped up against the tree meditating with a projection of himself.
When Vieka returned, it was still considerably early in the morning, and she was carrying much more with her than the day previous. A brand new coat rested on her frame, a large messenger bag over her shoulder and in her arms an actual quilt, to replace the coat she gave him the night before. Pausing a little away from his figure, she let her eyes trail over his meditating figure, and his mirror image sitting opposite him. The magic littered around the area with a pungency she struggled to ignore, though it was thankfully not as overpowering as some she had to deal with. Still, it brushed over her skin and danced on the tip of her tongue, tantalizing and oh so tempting....
Clearing her throat and shaking the worrying thoughts away, Vieka nudged her masked face in the direction of the church, about to speak when she remember that the large male could not hear her. She removed her mask then, placing it awkwardly on top of the pile in her arms before briefly tapping the dark haired giant on the shoulder. It was only once she had his attention she speak, forming the words clearly and slowly. "If you are hungry, come inside."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Jan 3, 2016 5:12:26 GMT
The spirit was the one who looked up when she tapped the man's shoulder and watched her lips move when she spoke. With a nod he stood and stepped over to the body before sitting on himself. The form of the ghostly spirit melded back into his body and with a subtle jerk the man opened his lilac eyes to look up at the doctor. A small smile formed on his lips as he slowly moved to stand so he would not upset the heavy wings at his back. Once he was up he first asked, "Can I help you carry your things," before following after her.
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