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 Syd Croswell-Miklos on Jan 27, 2016 6:28:01 GMT
The question asked of him was not one he had expected and so it caused the Ronuvian to pause. "I... uhm, yes, he could. And yes I was with him often. There were many places he took me--places that could not possibly be from Ronuvia. There were mountains so tall and cold that summer never seemed to exist. There were places with trees so tall that you could never see the sky and then there were places filled with molten rock and lava that burned with such intensity you were certain you were in hell... but most times we went to a windowless tower filled with books. So many books." A smile formed on his lips at the mention of books and reminiscing. Stop. He snapped himself from his thoughts and his smile faded. Talking couldn't be that dangerous... could it? He was always terrible when it came to self control. "Why do you ask?" And then he paused. "Is your club a good one? What do they do?" He had to know. Wasn't that why he had gotten in trouble before? "S-Sorry, you do not have to answer that."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 28, 2016 3:43:20 GMT
Ah, it sounded like this wizard person was a good friend of his. It was nice to hear that someone else had traveled as much as himself; although he really didn’t think about his travels these days. Everything felt like an eternity ago.
The smile forming on the artist’s face was also a welcomed sight, at least until it was wiped away again. The questions came before Lasair had a chance to respond to the first part, but that was okay. He could bring it up again later. “It’s a very good one. But as for what we do…” He stopped, biting his lip for a moment. He shouldn’t tell. He knew he shouldn’t tell, but with the way Syd had asked and the way he was getting distance, Lasair wanted to share. “I really shouldn’t say, especially given the opinion of anders in the city…but I trust you. It’s a club where anders can come together, meeting at a safe haven and sharing information. I really can’t say anything more than that, and I do hope you don’t give the information to the EIRAL.” With the words spoken, that was all he could do; hope. No matter what someone said, they could never be fully trusted when it came to ander opinions. Anders would even sell their own kind out for the right price.
Post by Syd Croswell-Miklos on Jan 31, 2016 9:38:26 GMT
Syd was still relatively new to the city and due to the outbreak of war the talk of terrorist anders bombing EIRAL had been mostly forgotten for attention being drawn to more dire causes leaving the Ronuvian in the dark of such rumors surrounding the information the other had unleashed upon him. This man really trusted him? A safe haven for anders to share information--and potential trouble with EIRAL? Who was EIRAL? The military...? Yes, perhaps. They had to be, was what Syd concluded but still he was confused. Why could that be an issue? As Lasair said, opinions of anders were low but was that enough to merit military forces to be displeased with them?
"I will not give such information to anyone," he confirmed as he drew the gun away to begin work on the opposite chains. "And I will not ask any further if you cannot speak on it. I thank you for the information you were willing to explain--you really did not have to. Do, uhm, others also receive these tattoos for this... uh, club?"
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 31, 2016 23:38:42 GMT
It was a relief when Syd took the information well. Lasair felt relieved and somewhat peaceful at the revelation. Sharing the knowledge made it easier to bear in a way. At least in this situation it did. There were plenty of times when sharing did nothing; for example the names on his back. No one needed to hear about those and talking about them never made it any easier.
“No, I’m the first one getting the tattoo, at least as far as I know.” He waited a few moments before continuing. “I traveled a lot in the past. Some of those places you described bring back memories of when I saw them the first time myself. The mountains were my favorite, probably because they were the hardest to get to. I was traveling on foot, not by portal.” His eyes replayed the images back to him; the cold snow, the brisk air that tasted thin, the mountain goats bleating not too far off, the view of the ground from so high up. It was a memory he’d never forget.
Post by Syd Croswell-Miklos on Feb 3, 2016 1:37:28 GMT
Lasair had seen those places too...? Somehow that thought seemed to disturb the image so perfectly preserved in Syd's mind. For a long time he had always believed they were places not even located in their world but others--silly, such a thought. Other worlds didn't exist. A small tug at the corner of his lips drew a sad smile onto the freckled man's face as he concentrated on his work. "Lovely, weren't they? The mountains were my favorite as well," came his reply softly. He would never admit such ludicrous thoughts or dreams. Did part of him hope they were other world? Yes, greatly so. Did Lasair shatter that image? Not entirely, but there had been a ripple. "One day I wish to see them by foot as well. The adventure sounds like quiet the tale to tell. Here, I think the lines are done. Let me just get the wound cleaned, ointment applied, and then we can wrap it." As he spoke, the Ronuvian pulled away and stood to gather the items from the drawers of his desk. A fresh towel was acquired in order to dab at and clean the wounds left behind from where the needle had been. Syd wasted no time in moving from the cleaning process to applying the ointment and lastly the bandages after. "Just careful not to do too much with those on and I do not recommend getting them wet."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 4, 2016 5:24:24 GMT
Lasair caught the sad look on Syd’s face. It perplexed him, especially given the look that had just been there prior. A small thought formed in the back of Lasair’s mind, one he didn’t want to indulge but could find no reason not to. Perhaps Syd had chanced his mind about the ander. Perhaps he didn’t want to spend so much time with him after all.
Perhaps that dinner date would be cancelled. The thought troubled him, but Lasair was careful not to let it show on his face. He was getting rather good at that lately. “I won’t go swimming, nor mess with the bandages at all,” he said to the other, staying still as the fresh lines were quickly covered. He really wanted to uncover them and survey the lines, taking in the fact that they were a part of him now, and a part that wouldn’t be going away at that. But, like when the idea first came to him, he’d have to wait a little bit longer.
Taking a deep breath he felt his skin move, felt the dull sort of ache from all that the needles had done. But it wasn’t over yet, he reminded himself. It was just a little uncomfortable to move, that was all. “Is it alright for me to come back tomorrow, at about the same time, to start the colors?” That was the original plan, but now he wasn’t sure if his body needed some time to heal. Or if Syd wanted some time away from him.
Post by Syd Croswell-Miklos on Feb 6, 2016 2:23:10 GMT
"Yes, that does sound good. The colors will take longer so if you bring the items for our dinner with you, I can store them here. Then by the time we finish the colors I can start prepping for dinner--unless you would rather I prep the meal and let it cook while I work? But then it would be finished long before we finish and would get cold..." His gaze dropped as he thought on the matter. "I will prepare it after. And then we can listen to various musics as well if you would prefer. Does anything else strike your fancy in case you would wish to do something else while we wait on the food to cook? Oh, oh, I did forget--the tattoo, I will only do one side first so you won't be as uncomfortable."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 7, 2016 20:59:12 GMT
“After sounds better,” he nodded, listening as Syd seemed to ramble onward. “One side at a time is good with me. How long does it normally take for the soreness to heal?” he asked, slowly rolling his shoulders again. “As for any other plans, perhaps I can look through Viktor’s books more. Or skim any books you may have. But only if you’re okay with that.” He reached over and picked up his shirt, slipping his arms through his sleeves and then slowly beginning to button it up.
Post by Syd Croswell-Miklos on Feb 15, 2016 23:54:05 GMT
"A couple weeks or so? The healing process looks much the same when dealing with a burn. It will get red and the skin will peel so you will start to itch--the important thing is not to itch. Understood? You mustn't disturb the tattoo at all or it could pull the ink and mess up your tattoo. As for Viktor's books, yes, of course. You are always welcome to come and look at those, even after we are through with the tattoo. Company would be nice." Socializing would be nice. Being alone not so much. "I, uhm, I suppose I will see you tomorrow then...?" His gaze slipped to watch Lasair button his shirt but once he caught himself he turned away to gather his items so he would not seem the perverse stranger.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 19, 2016 7:28:03 GMT
As Syd explained more instructions, Lasair nodded slowly, doing his best to remember it. Don’t scratch. Let it peel. God, sleeping was going to be difficult. He’d have to put on extra bandages. Or maybe just use some magic to draft some not-so-natural sleep that would keep him still. There were options. With his shirt on, he turned to look back towards Syd. “Yes, tomorrow.” He was going to say more, but the words got caught on his tongue. ‘I look forward to it.’ They remained unspoken as he stood up, walking towards his coat to put it on and then exit the building. He gave Syd a simple nod as he departed, unable to find any more words right now.
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