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
Took man to alley. Presence, stronger. Sniffed air. Garbage. Waste, decay. But something not sad. Mala pulled. “Come. Not sad.” Rolling up her sleeves, Mala flexed fingers. Turned wrist, and from garbage, skeleton rose. It was a cat. Cat floated. Danced as bones shuffled around. Turned in air. Mala caught cat. assembled, and it walked over her body. Held out arm toward man. Cat walked on arm, toward fire man. Opened mouth to meow. No sound. No flesh. No sound. Wished to be petted.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 9, 2017 6:48:02 GMT
The girl pulled him to an alley. An odd sort of place, but he accepted it tentatively. Was she about to change tones and do something sketchy? It appeared not as he watched her summon magic and create a cat from discarded bones. The cat seemed to float more than walk as it crawled up her arm, apparently finding comfort within the strange girl. It then moved on to Lasair, who slowly reached out to place a hand on the ghost-feline’s head. He smiled a bit as he watched the cat react, finding an odd sense of beauty in the interaction. Necromancy was often used for tools of fighting and as a means to summon expendable soldiers. But here, right now, this girl was using it in an entirely different way. It was something Lasair considered using his knowledge in the skill to do in the future.
Man seemed happy. Animals always made people happy. Kids liked mice. Ones that floated and danced in the air. But never lasted long. Would like them to last longer. Never lasted long. Cat opened and closed jaw. Silent meow. Arched back and stretched as bodies faded. Cat returned to dust, and Mala stood. “Fire man, no sad now?”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 20, 2017 3:58:35 GMT
“Fire man not sad now,” he said with a soft smile. It was sad seeing the cat fade, return back to the afterlife. But it was a soft sadness, one that left a sweet aftertaste. “How did you learn that?” he asked, turning to look at the girl now.
Man asked how. Shrugged. “Just listened.” Sayva took to man sometimes. Did not learn much there. Learned more by listening. By feeling ground. Tilted head, Mala pawed at man. Good not sad, but still sad. Why? Strange man. “Want to follow? Know more places.”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Mar 13, 2017 5:45:07 GMT
“I’ll follow,” Lasair answered, curiosity lacing through his features now. This was turning into such an odd experience, yet he found himself highly intrigued. This girl and her view on things, her actions too, held a sort of fascination that rivaled the interest Lasair found in most books. He found himself wanting to learn more from her, to see what else she had in store. And then, perhaps, he could head back home and document all these findings in order to refine them more later. “What do you listen to?” he asked then, eager for the answer.
At response, Mala brightened. Follow, follow? Follow is good. But path, long. “Place is fun. Shy man, let Mala in. Talks a lot. Is strange, but funny.” Mala described, tugging at man’s arm. Attempted to walk, but didn’t like it. Shuffled between crouch and walk. Would straighten and turn to make sure fire man followed. “Sounds.” She clapped her hands, clicked her tongue. “Lot’s of sounds. But, maybe, voices?” It all depended. Was strange question. “Mala just meets sounds.” Many people did not know how to meet sounds. Or even listen. Strange, very strange. Mala rubbed at her face, at the makeup. “Place not far, but walk. Walk, good?”
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