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
Open to Wern , and whomever else might find it fitting to join.
Well, that didn't work as he had wanted it to.
Basil awoke to a scene not much different than that of the inside of a kaleidoscope. His head reeled as he sat forward, feeling as if the juices inside of his cranium had decided to double in volume, pressing at the sides of his skull. He winced and rubbed his large, cat-like eyes, feeling ground around him while his vision cleared. Underneath his claws, he felt a worn, leather book. Thank goodness nothing had happened to that. He grabbed it and clutched it tightly as he leaned on one arm to drag himself to his feet.
The ports. He was at the ports... How'd he get to the ports? Last time he had checked, he was in the theater district. Then again, last time he had checked, he hadn't woken up as if he had drunken an entire bar the night before.
Oh... Now he remembered. A spell gone wrong.... He would have to work on that.
But at the moment, he decided he would have to find some grub - and he hoped it was not actual grub this time. With that he strode out from the alley in which he had apparently lain hidden that night and into the bright sea-side sun.
Saltine air was the perfect remedy, just as Alisa had said. Wern took in a deep breath, looking around, holding in that fresh air, only to let it out. Surely, it was a nice day. A perfect day even, for a walk. Yet he wasn’t there for a walk— no, he was there for business. As newly appointed (temporary) guild leader, there was much to tend to. First, searching for Amon. Second, connecting with the people, and learning what skill sets they had and or desired to have. Then, lastly, if they needed anything repaired. When presented with the all too common “but I have no money to spare” Wern asked what they could barter— and from their, they organized some other means of payment. Already he had people volunteering to help build shelters, donating food, and other means as a way of helping both Mingo’s, and the community, which, Wern had to admit, was a lot harder than he anticipated. Who would have thought that so much work went into the whole ordeal?
Sighing, he took a step, glancing at his notepad, and the connections he had already made. Frankly, it was beginning to wear him out. He was never really a social person, and now that his worked required him to be, well, things were becoming all too straining. At least he had Alisa and Polinya to help him, since the two had been unable to return to their home, or have been able to find somewhere else to live. But frankly, he enjoyed having them around. Noticing movement, Wern raised his head and saw a young man coming out from the alleyway— a young fellow, with a book in his hand. A book? That seemed interesting, but not unlikely. Still, it meant he could read, which was always a plus. “You there, sir. C-can I ask you something?” Wern fumbled, stepping forward. Although his confidence had boosted with the new authority, something about talking to strangers (especially ones that could probably easily hurt him) still bothered him quite a bit. So he fumbled every now and then, but he tried to keep it to a minimum, which was a lot more difficult then he thought.
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
Basil held up a clawed hand without even looking at the man speaking to him, the other holding his head. "I don't know yet, sir. I would say wait a minute, but that would be no good. Maybe just... just go ahead and ask me your question, and if I don't answer it then I guess we'll have found out." The sun hitting his retinas made the pain in his head worse - and he really didn't think he was in any place to be talking to anybody, but this man seemed so polite... Maybe he could even make a friend out of the situation. Squinting a little, he turned to see the man who wanted to ask him something. A pale, chubby guy with a face that, Basil had to admit, was somewhat endearing. Basil attempted a smile, but his lack of function and fangs got in the way, so it looked as if he was grimacing.
The stranger seemed not as intimidating as Wern thought as the other spoke, except for that grimace— fangs… and claws? Blinking, Wern frowned slightly. How did he get his teeth like that? And his nails? Faintly, Wern remembered that there was a type of ander like that— Lasair had mentioned it. But he had been in a drunken stupor then, so any more details then that were lost to the booze. Oh blast it. When he should have been listening, the booze had been listening for him. Swallowing, Wern approached the boy, uneasily. “Pardon?” He cowered, slightly, as making sure to put up some barriers just in case, well, the boy lashed out. Which wasn’t a possibility, at least, he hoped it wasn’t. The boy wasn’t making much sense- and already one person had attacked Wern that day with a broken beer bottle, so another attack was not something Wern wanted. “Um, w-we can wait on questions. But, um, are… are you alright sir? Or um, do you need some assistance?” Wern offered, looking between the boy and his own satchel, scrambling as he stuffed the notebook into his bag. Stepping forward once again, Wern held out his hands as if to catch the other. “You, uh, don’t look very good.”
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
"That seems fitting, as I also don't feel so good." Basil said in response, woozy fog clouding his vision for a moment once again, but he flapped his hand in the man's direction. "But it happens once in awhile. Usually when I do something Olive doesn't like. I'm used to it... Although I do wish Olive would tell me what she likes and dislikes... Do you by any chance have any food on you?" Basil asked as he head popped back to life. "Oh right right! You wanted to ask me something, yes?"
Frowning, Wern stepped forward, holding out his hands as he fumbled. “O-oh. Oh dear. Um. Well, goodness. Okay then. Um.” Bititng his lip, he looked around for anyone to assist them. The boy did not look well in the slightest, and he had admitted to not feeling well. But, oh, well, food? “Food?” Wern parroted, unsure of what this Olive person was. Did the other want Olives? No. No. It sounded like a person. Not the food. But both sounded like ways to help. First, the food, then, the person. “I, uh, don’t have any on me. But, um, we can, uh, go get something and then, uh, I can ask the questions over lunch?” Wern offered, still holding out his hands as if the other could topple at any moment.
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
Basil shook his head, his curly hair shivering as he did. "Unfortunately, I'm not usually one to have money on me. Pretty much ever. Mainly because it's hard for me to stay employed.... Workin' on a novel though. Hoping that works out for me." Technically, Basil had had been employed with the guild, but... He didn't seem to have many missions and, of course, was not about to speak of his involvement with this man.
His head cleared a little, and he regained his posture. "Well... Then... Where do you suppose we go, Mr. - uh..."
Oh goodness, this was not getting better. “Don’t worry about money. Um, I’ll treat? Let’s just, um, get you settled. You, um, look rather pale. I mean, oh—oh my.” Pale? Was that an alright word? The man was, well, of a darker complexion. And, oh goodness. The mechanic was probably overthinking this. “Here, um, may I touch you? I’m um, going to touch you. To steady you. You look unsteady.” The overcautious man fumbled slightly as he tried to help the younger, and as the boy spoke of a book, Wern nodded. “A novelist? That sounds lovely. I, uh, would love to hear more. Let’s, well, conserve your energy. And Mr…? Oh! My name is Wern. “ The temporary guild leader stated. “What is yours?”
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
"Wern! That's a lovely name!" Basil said, accepting the help from this friendly stranger, and steadied himself with Wern's assistance. "My name's Basil. Just your friendly neighborhood... er... cat-hobo. Or something. Who knows? I certainly don't. Doesn't matter." He looked up, and matched his gaze with Wern's eyes. "What does matter is - where are we going? Also also, I will pay you back. Eventually. Maybe. If Cherry allows it."
Cat hobo? How intriguing. Yet, the gesture of interest wavered more so for concern as Wern tried to help the boy. “Um, thank you. Basil is uh, a dashing name as well.” Glancing around, Wern looked for anything that could give them both shelter and food, although perhaps it was to look away from the boy’s gaze. It was, well, quite adorable. And fascinating. Although the red eyes were quite intimidating. The mechanic had never seen such a color and, well, it frightened him. Yet the boy seemed innocent enough.
Eventually, Wern spotted a pub not too far away. Hopefully there would be some food in there. Lifting the boy up, Wern helped to guide him to the structure. “I suppose we can go there. It looks um, like it would have some food. If not we can ask them if there is a place nearby that does. But um, don’t worry about repaying me. I-I’m sure we can barter something, that is, um, that is how I work. I, um, barter for wares.” Wern tried to wave his other hand in an attempt to elaborate on his own words, but it didn’t work out well. “But, uh, don’t worry about that now. Let’s, um, focus on food.” Ignoring the cherry bit, for well, Wern had no clue what a cherry was, but regardless, Wern guided them into the pub, where, in fact, there was food. Leading Basil to a table, Wern called for the barmaid for a water and a “Oh, um, what would you like, um, Basil?”