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 Aug 31, 2016 4:47:02 GMT
Watching as the people departed, Lasair let out a shaky breath, relaxing somewhat from the tense conversation. That man, Edgar, really seemed to be something else, but well, Sayvahn did always have an odd choice in love interests. If they were happy, then Lasair wouldn’t complain much. He’d still try to speak his opinion, at the very least. Turning away from the patch of pavement they had been standing around, he looked over the different vendors, wondering where he should go first and what he should look into.
But, as he contemplated it, Sayvahn reappeared, as if from thin air, speaking a rushed apology before pulling Lasair away, towards the center of the fair. He had a feeling it would be to the large structure he saw looming in the sky. Nodding, he picked up the pace a little and kept up with the feline. Perhaps they could actually have a moment together once they arrived.
Howl was excited to go on the Ferris Wheel, not so excited about who was accompanying him but nonetheless he was excited. As they neared the giant wheel Howl stepped ahead, "Ill pay for you" and paid for himself and for Julian since he didn't seem like he had the most money. Howl climbed in the cart first and watched Julian climb in after him. The cart lurched and started moving, he looked out and watched the city unfold before him. "It's pretty from up here isn't it... " he said trying to make conversation, "It's funny... we live in this beautiful place but we are completely oblivious to it until we look from a different angle." Howl tried to look for Zona among the crowd of ants, figuring her blue hair would be easy to spot, but to no avail.
Towering. That was a word to describe Wern’s opponent. Towering. He towered over Wern, towered over the people around, and with the combined chants of the crowd, even his name towered over the group. Shrinking, Wern held onto the pole arm, his hands, struggling to uphold the weight. Swallowing, he held it tighter, tucking his arms it almost as if to hug it. W-was this okay? It felt better, but it probably looked foolish. People were booing, were laughing, and red tinged on Wern’s features. Oh goodness. And then, his opponent, this Thrakazog, threw his own weapon in the ground and waved at him. W-was he mocking him? The action made Wern frown, the red tint on his face, sharpening to an even darker crimson as food began to be thrown. He glanced to the crowd, shrunk as something scratchy hit him. Popped corn? Perhaps. He looked toward Alisa, who frowned, holding a confused Polinya to her side. The little girl stared at Wern, fear tucked in her little blue jewels as more food was thrown at the Wern and Thrakazog. Sighing, Wern took a step, holding up his weapon, his grip, looser. “T-thrakazog. T-the crowd want’s a fight—and I may not be a fither b-but I know not to fight someone unarmed. B-bear your w-weapon sir.” Wern stuttered, struggling to hold up his pole arm as he swallowed, sweat, beading on his brow.
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
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Sept 6, 2016 16:34:37 GMT
The man didn't wave back, and Thrakazog was a little disappointed by it. But to be fair, it looked like the fellow was having trouble holding up his weapon, so maybe he needed both hands to do so.
Having come to that decision, Thrakazog stopped waving, and listened. It was hard to hear the man with all the noise from the crowd, but Thrak got the gist of what the man - Werni - was saying. He told Thrak that the crowd wanted a fight, but that he wouldn't attack an unarmed person.Thrakazog stood there, trying to figure out what he meant by that, but fortunately, Werni explained that too, "B-bear your w-weapon sir."
Thrakazog suddenly realized he was scratching his head, while his glaive stood quietly next to him, sticking out of the sand and dirt. It almost looked at Thrak accusingly, and if it had eyes, it surely would have rolled them at this whole thing. But before it could, Thrak nodded vigorously at Werni, "Ooo! Yub! Right!" And he pulled the weapon free in one meaty fist. The glaive seemed relieved and appalled all at once.
Another voice came from the crowd though, asking them both, "So are you two gonna fight, or stare at each other?!"
Thrakazog couldn't identify the source, despite turning his head and fully looking out into the small sea of faces. He didn't get angry about it, but he did wave the glaive like a pointing stick towards where he thought the voice came from, and reprimanded, "Yub, yub... we iz gettin to dat. Nub reason to nub say hi, youz know."
The first two rows of onlookers ducked and 'ooo'd' as the glaive passed by their heads. It seemed Thrak didn't quite know his own reach.
But whoever had spoken out didn't do so again, so Thrak turned back towards Werni and smiled. He then purposefully looked down at his new boots, and set his feet where Faolan had shown him to, looking more like some unarmed Sumo wrestler than a pole-arm fighter. Once he was satisfied that he had it right, he looked back up to Werni, grinned like an idiot because he got his stance right, and then presented 'the pointy end' of the glaive towards him. The crowd swelled in a louder cheer, thinking things were about to get under way, and Thrak dropped his grin for his 'game face'. That face was a purposeful frown, that really looked more like half a pout, and half a glower. But in his head, it was very intimidating.
"Thanks." She'd had the thought the whole day that if the average victorian fashion had more pieces like the ones from her grandmother's wardrobe then she'd not mind dressing up in actual dresses more often. Sadly, it did not follow the Lost World clothing tendencies at all - be it velvet fashion or any of the other races' styles. "New eye aside, are you even seeing anything with that much hair in front of you?" She asked with an amused half-smile while reaching out to hold his bangs aside (that's probably turning a habit). It was one thing having a little veil of hair while walking through a more or less empty area, but in a crowd that surely shouldn't be helping; just a funny thought for the moment. Though a second later her expression turned from amusement into mild concern. "...Your forehead feels kind of hot. Heatstroke?"
At the mention of being late and if there was anything of interest around, she shrugged slightly before taking his hand. They'd both been working, and working on the very festival too, so meeting a tad late couldn't really be helped. "It's alright. And this is perhaps the aisle you'd find more 'interesting' things, but I've been around here most of the day and yesterday so wouldn't be able to point much specific anymore. I just promised to meet a couple friends by the Ferris Wheel later on, but until then we should have some time to walk around just the two of us."
"Eh...it's not that bad really...just getting used to having bangs is all..." Amon replied with a shrug. "Though that may be one reason why my forehead might feel a bit hot...it really is warm out here; rest assured, I'm not about to keel over..." he continued with a small smile.
"Lead the way~"
It may not be much, but at least he going to spend some time with her, and cherish every minute of it. A small step in making up for lost time.
"Oh, is there anything you want to see after this stop?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Sanctuary in the shade of an enclosed space. It wasn’t uncommon— no, Aida had found sanctuary many nights in the form of a linen closet, or a closet, either in an attempt to avoid random searches by the custodian staff, or by Edgar when Aida had been hiding her true gender from him. Yet now, now they were in a ferris wheel, and Aida wasn’t hiding. Or, well, in a sense, she was. From Edgar. With Lasair. It seemed some things hadn’t changed. Running to the Ferris Wheel from where they had departed from Edelweiss, Aida was thankful the line wasn’t long for the ferris wheel. There was a cost for the “thrill,” but it was a mere token to be paid for peace of mind, one that Aida scarfed out quickly as she pulled the younger man into the box.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Sept 10, 2016 21:10:52 GMT
Edelweiss raised an eyebrow, just a little bit amused. "You've always had bangs since I know you though. Just, not that long." Then again, he did have a plate of metal and mechanical eyeball right into his skull now. How much did that heat up in the sun? Looking through that angle, a little curtain of hair shading it might actually help more than not.
"Hmm, I did think about checking the fruit products in the Básil stalls, but I guess we could just walk around then? See a bit of everything."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Gladys Hayden on Sept 13, 2016 6:18:12 GMT
Following her lead, Gladys stepped out of the path as Veronika had, unsure about what the dark-haired lady was going to do. Hopefully keep walking without a problem, right? She could hope for that much at least.
But, alas, it seemed she was doomed to bump into every bystander tonight, for as she took a step back from the lady that had rushed into her, there was another person at her back that she had just walked into. “Oh I’m sorry,” she fumbled again, trying to turn around to see who she had hit. In doing so, she bumped into someone else. Looking between both people now, she felt as though she was going crazy because they were the same person. Or, well, they looked that way at least. She wasn’t sure what to think anymore. “I’m really sorry,” she mumbled, growing a little dizzy from everything.
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2016 6:18:43 GMT by Gladys Hayden
“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” ―William Faulkner
[...] he turned his head to look into his blind spot, but only Caitlin was there. He gave her a big smile before turning back to the crowd. "We should try to get closer, I'd hate to miss this," he said, letting his hand find hers for a moment before pushing through the crowd. Most moved aside easily enough, and those that thought to challenge him saw his dual swords strapped to his belt and thought better of it. Those wielding dual blades were either extremely skilled, or extremely reckless and no one wanted to find out which he might be.
"I'm Jovena, by the way," a voice said to his immediate right, and he swung his head around just in time to make eye contact with the EIRAL soldier.
"Crap," was the only thing that came to his mind to say.
Caitlin's face hurt from grinning so much. Oh Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson , entirely too polite for his own good, but it was endearing somehow. She hoped he never lost that quality even as much as she hoped he'd pick up a few other qualities, of the more hardened variety.
Skye took her hand as he spoke and led forward, but she felt the little jolt in the way he squeezed her fingers. If that wasn't enough, the muttered single syllable word under his breath would have tipped her off. He recognized someone out here, someone he most decidedly didn't want recognizing him. Caitliln tugged on his hand, whipping him around to face her (and turn his face away from whomever he'd spotted ahead in the crowd).
"Kiss me," She said. In the next breath she explained, "hide in plain sigh---"
But perhaps he didn't need the explanation after all.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Clairee Donya on Sept 14, 2016 2:50:41 GMT
The blonde with the longer hair had a knee-jerk reaction-well-an... elbow jerk reaction? Either way her reflexes were on point, prepared to catch the woman with the shorter blond hair if she fell from the bump and blunder. She didn't. At least not from Clairee knocking into her, but her backing up caused her to collide into a set of twins, also blonde of hair. Clairee was startled for a moment by just how.... blond everyone was in this corner of the fair...
"What part of the world am I in?" She wondered out loud, thinking maybe it was a trait specific to this designated region. Her long dark hair felt like a beacon for "doesn't belong here" all of a sudden.
Last Edit: Sept 14, 2016 3:09:15 GMT by Clairee Donya
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Sept 14, 2016 3:44:33 GMT
"That wasn't half bad." Leo said as the dancers ended their show and walked off.
"See I told you that this would be fun." Emelo said as he began to turn around some only to have someone collide into him.
The same thing then happened with Leo though his back was to the woman when the impact happened, "Hey!" He said as he turned around to see who ran into him, only to notice that the same thing must have happened to his brother.
"Oh don't worry about it." Emelo said with a smile as he looked at the girl. The look on her face was one both he and his brother knew all too well, and he couldn't help but smile a bit at that. After all seeing the same person in two places at once did seem a bit weird.
Leo just stood there as he brother spoke. Looking around a bit it seemed as though the two behind this girl were with her, or at least something just happened between them all as well. He knew this place was crowded but man, what were the odds that she would bump into both him and Emelo...
Zona stood next to the woman as she began to sign in, "Nice to meet ya." She said with a smile as she then took her turn to sign in, writing her name right under Jovena's. Once that was done Zona waited until further instructions were given, in the mean time though she turned back to the woman, "So do you know how to use any of those weapons?" She questioned as she looked at all the different kind of things they had up there. They all seemed to be pole arm things... which Zona had never once picked up in her life.
Since they were officially registered, the two women wondered over to the rack of weapons. Jovenas eyes roamed over all that was offered, her nerves prickling a little more at each new glimpse of weaponized pain and torture.
"um...."
There was a brief moment when she felt alarms going off in her head, as her wandering eyes crossed paths with anothers. Well one, other. Since the face they belonged to was wearing an eye patch on one side. She darted her gaze back to him, wondering what that expression on his face was all about, but suddenly Faolan Skye 's back was turned, and her attention panned back to her present conversation with Zona K. Noakes .
She was more accustomed to throwing knives and rifles... so she did her best to find something that looked like a cross between the two...
"maybe - I could use - Bec De Carbin?" It looked like a kife stabbed through the end of a rifle, with a bullet shaped blade on the tip. "how about you?"
The attendant pushed him forward. “Ya sure? Mighty big words from big man. Shame they mean little.” The woman stated, and Wern looked upon the older woman. At how smug she looked, as if edging him, as if daring him. He swallowed, feeling ever more sheepish under her gaze. H-had she always been this intimidating?Then, there was a force against the mechanic’s shoulder. Turning, the larger man saw that a woman was leaning against him, or, not really leaning. J-just standing very close to him. Asking him a question as well. Blinking, the larger man fumbled his answer. “Y-yes! I, I will. W-who am I fighting?” Wern inquired, turning to the female attendant. Giving a toothy smile, Wern noted her crooked teeth, but only for a moment as the elder woman pointed toward a rather large fellow who was apparently very intimidating and oh cogs. “That one.” She hummed, leaning back, enjoying the show as another attendant led him forward, leaving the woman to continue filing through the fighters. Including a redhead that seemed to overpower the larger man by a longshot. Friend or foe to the larger man was uncertain to the elder woman. Yet, she smiled ever so softly, continuing to lean back as she yelled, “Next!” (This is Kunchen by the way, so Maeve Blodeuwedd , you are more then welcome to interact with her. )
Maeve was so eager to fight, you'd think it was Christmas and she was standing in line to sit on santa's lap. "Next" the snarky army attendant urged her forward, and she didn't have to be told twice. all she wanted to know as she scribbled down her name, was:
"An' 'ow minny o' those weapons didya say we was allowed to use in the sparrin' ring?" her bad grammar slurring even more than usual in her excitement as she nodded her head toward the shiny sharp edges of the pole arms and javelins. A little over eager since she didn't have any polearms skills, but she was good with club weapons, so she could adapt for the time being... then if she won that shiny new prize, she could work on expanding her skills to include it.
For an instant, everything froze as his mind twirled into overdrive. He was certainly ready for a fight, but he could see all the ways in which that could go horribly wrong. That left only flight, but he wasn't one to dash off at the slightest hint of trouble. If she did recognize him, what would she do? He'd brought her into the fold and urged her into her developing interest with knives.
"Kiss me," Caitlin said, pulling him back to reality. In the next breath she explained, "hide in plain sigh---"
He didn't quite let her finish those words, nor did he consider that kissing the Countess in the middle of all these people might actually do the opposite. He was simply happy to oblige as he pulled Caitlin closer and pressed his lips to hers with a level of romantic frustration that had been building since her visit to his airship. All his worries in being discovered vanished in that instant.
With such force, the large mountain teetered, pulling his weapon from the earth which caused the larger man (small compared to the giant) to squeak. Oh cogs. This was a horrible idea. Clutching onto this pole arm, Wern staggered to lift it higher and to release his hug hold on the wooden stick without having to let it go fully. Though, it didn’t prove that effective as the tinkier fumbled, nearly dropping the piece. People were asking them to fight, or well, ordering them to People, and Wern swallowed. H-he didn’t want to move fist though. This was terrifying. And something completely different then what he normally faced. He didn’t fight, and he surely was never one to move first. The mechanic tottered, and if Thrak’s pose was precise, was trained, Wern’s was a sloppy shuffle, mixed with shakes as his grip on the pole arm loosened. Thrakazog had turned so swiftly, the spear’s point, even though dulled, still deadly with the force that Thrak swung. Swallowing, Wern wondered if it was best to give up. Even the man’s face, once a smile turned into a half scowl, and it made Wern shrink back. T-though he had to prove himself. Had to. For Polinya, for Alisa, and even for his guild. A-after all. He couldn’t’ be scared forever. C-could he? “Y-you first.” The mechanic stuttered. After all. Maybe if the giant went first, W-Wern could see, could move, and respond in time. Otherwise, w-where would that leave him?
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
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