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 Maeve Blodeuwedd on Oct 23, 2023 22:11:59 GMT
Maeve was listening, she'd swear she was listening, but she couldn't help the dung-eating-grin on her face when Edgar splashed the booze in hatman's face. Between Edgar cleaning up his spilt drink with his fist - and Pearl giving that sick burn - Maeve lost all composure and howled in approval.
Pearl gave a swift kick to grey-eyes nards, which left shorty to Maeve. Her grin was absolutely feral as she approached the man, cracking her knuckles. "What's the matter, shorty? No longer interested in playing with this kitty cat?" He tripped over his own feet walking backwards and waving both hands close to his chest in the universal sign of 'don't come any closer'. Maeve launched herself forward and pounced knees first into the man's stomach, causing him to collapse to the floor with her kneeling on his chest. One sharp strike to the face and the man was out cold on the ground. A small trickle of blood ran out his nostrel and down the left side of his face.
Mae stood up and rolled her shoulders. Not bad for a warm up, she thought to herself, turning back to see how the other two were doing with their own targets.
As for Phil, the man just continued wiping down shot glasses with a small shrug in response to Pearl's promise. "I know yer good for it." was all he said then turned his back to let them deal with their problem without him.
Post by Edgar Anapello on Oct 24, 2023 14:27:20 GMT
Edgar’s hat-wearing target took the blow well, reeling but not knocked out by it. His wad of mucus was sticking to his cheek now, the shine of brandy surrounding it. Anger filled the man’s eyes as he recovered, standing up properly and wiping his face off with the flick of the wrist. Maybe Edgar had gained a little bit of respect for standing up to him, or maybe he was just happy to have a chance to fight back.
“Filthy stray,” he sneered, pulling his arm back to really get the fight going.
Expecting the swing, Edgar leaned back to lessen the blow, still taking some of the force. Unexpectedly, a smile came to his face and a new fire lit up in his eyes. He grabbed the man’s arm and pushed his claws in, feeling them slip through the sleeve and quickly find skin. Hatman jerked his arm, trying to get free, and earned a trail of blood from Edgar’s finely sharpened nails.
The claws were out, and he couldn’t wait to use them. “I’m actually quite clean,” he bantered with the man. “Better kept than you.” He swung his arm again, not as a fist this time, but as a slash. His claws cut through the man’s shirt, catching skin on the way down. Now two spots of his clothing were starting to grow dark with blood. They wouldn’t be the only ones when Edgar was done with him. It was a shame that Maeve had made such quick work of her target; Edgar actually wanted to have some fun with him.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 24, 2023 15:40:50 GMT
Pearl's target bent over with a groan, covering his injured area with both hands. She takes half a step back as Grey-Eyes comes stumbling forward, and one backhand against his neck later he's also down and unconscious — slumped over one of the bar stools like one of those cushions placed to help kids/shorties sit taller.
Maeve seems to be done already too... Well, it's a matter of fact CAEsAL styles tend towards the 'quick and efficient' approach in most cases, while Edgar seems to be in dire need of blowing off some steam instead. That might be a fun show.
"One bloody mary and something to munch on, please." She asks Phil while taking a seat over the KOed human cushion, then turns back towards the ongoing scuffle to watch.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Oct 25, 2023 22:23:00 GMT
Maeve gave an appreciative glance toward Pearls 'cushion' and smiled at the young woman. They grew up so fast, it almost brought a tear to her eye. Almost. She wasn't really the sentimental type.
Saddling up next to the other woman, Maeve returned hands to her own drink while she too watched Edgar get his nails wet. While she didn't particularly believe in turning men into julienne fries; she wouldn't condone the practice neither. In fact, when the newly minted cat fighter drew blood the second time, Maeve gave a woop of appreciation. Hatman looked up from staring at his shirt in disbelief to glaring at Maeve. "Screw you," he spat then balled his fist and looked at Edgar again. But Mae could see the hesitation in his steps as he circled his opponent.
She leaned on the bar toward Pearl and said "Ten europium says he flees for the door," extending her hand for the bet, if Pearl would take it.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 25, 2023 22:49:26 GMT
"Tempting..." Pearl snickered at the mention of a bet. "Sure, why not. I bet 10 he'll faint like both his friends."
Whether the man runs or swoons, that'll be just like the dansel in distress he and his colleagues are. Either way, that would be quite the sight. She's looking forward to it.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Edgar Anapello on Oct 31, 2023 15:48:54 GMT
When the next swing came, Edgar was ready for it. The man hadn’t hit too hard the first time, and the second blow wasn’t too strong either. Maybe he had lost some steam, because Edgar didn’t move much when the fist met his chest. He coughed a little, but was fine. It was his turn to fight back and he put his whole body into the next blow, lunging forward at the man like a cat would pounce on its prey. Both hands were forward, grabbing the mans shoulders and digging in.
Fear came to the man’s eyes, and Edgar knew he had won. After squeezing for a moment, he shoved the man back, feeling as the claws cut his skin in the force. It wasn’t as deep at the others, but would still cause some pain. The man’s hat fell off as he landed on the ground, and then he turned around to run for the door…only to rush right into a table and clothesline himself. He fell over, seemingly passed out.
Feeling satisfied, Edgar sat back down at the bar and waved to the tender. “Brandy, neat. Double,” he ordered. And he drat well intended to drink it this time.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Nov 29, 2023 19:11:59 GMT
The rest of the match was entertaining. If Maeve had paid for a front row seat, she'd have gotten her monies worth. The betting however, seemed unresolved. She looked too Pearl, piqued a brow, and asked "A draw?"
She waited for Edgar to replace his drink before clapping the man on the back. "You didn't even flinch! You're a natural." Eyes shifted from congratulating him to the third party member to which she said "can you believe this was his first catfight?"
The drink was served and Maeve pulled the misshapen menu from the wooden box on the bartop, its corners bent, and its pages disfigured from repeated showers from sloppy drinkers. "How about we celebrate with our stomaches?" She asked of the other two. She didn't know if Pearls earlier companions would be joining them, but that didn't concern her (or her stomach) she was going to order regardless.
Post by Edgar Anapello on Jan 21, 2024 3:58:56 GMT
At Mae’s compliment Edgar smiled, the expression first on only half his face but then it spread across. He laughed lightly and started wiping his claws off on his shirt. “Thank you, there was something freeing about that.” She had a point in the original conversation and he was happy to have seen it through. He wondered what it was like being her, someone who fought readily and often, and thought about how it might change someone, how it made her different from him. Was this one fight enough to bridge the gap to understanding her experience? Maybe, but probably not. He was closer than before, at least, and the violence would give new light to the poetry he read.
When his drink appeared in front of him, Edgar didn’t hesitate to pick it up and take a sip. He brought the glass down and swirled it in his hand, savoring the flavor on his tongue before swallowing. And then he lifted the glass again and took a longer swig, putting away half the thick liquor before looking up again. “Food sounds great,” he answered. “They got any fried fish here?” Anything would satisfy him honestly, but fish was a favorite food. He disliked that it matched the feline stereotype, but loved the food too much to care about that association. Looking back at his glass, he saw a refill coming in his future, but not just yet. First he had to savor this glass for what it was; the prize after a hard won fight.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 11, 2024 15:13:01 GMT
Pearl nodded at Maeve's suggestion that their bet was a draw, hiding a snicker behind one of her hands. Sure looked like it, the (rude) poor sod had done both things they figured he would. "Shame he's already in a guild. That's good bouncer material."
Sliding from her human stool for a moment, the white-haired feline headed where Edgar's recent punchbag is flopped, and gave the man a patdown until finding his wallet — and then proceeded to take out enough to pay for one single drink before shoving the wallet back in his pocket — and returned to her previous seat, placing the money next to Edgar. "He still should pay for whatever his spit touched". Honestly, Pearl also felt bad for Phil for having to wash that glass later. That had been gross.
"So, while we eat... What brought you two here? Stuck in the fog, or you came on purpose?"
Last Edit: Feb 12, 2024 22:25:24 GMT by Edelweiss Fjäril: added text color
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Feb 27, 2024 17:21:50 GMT
She couldn't agree more, the man aught to pay for the drink he soiled. And now he would. With more than his face. She smiled as the money was passed along the bar top to the bartender and listened to what Pearl had to say. It was a shame; "You ain't wrong, turns out he's a natural" she patted Edgar on the shoulder as she said it. Inwardly she had expected him to be at least adequate, but that was her feline pride talking, and he'd exceeded those expectations anyway.
Talk turned to their purpose, seemed pretty typical for one of the boss's kids - to be so purpose driven and goal oriented. Still, the reasoning was itching at the back of Mae's brain and she wouldn't mind talking it over.
"Fog or mist, whatever is happening out there, it's merciless." she stared down her empty glass. "What do you think that's all about? How long has it been like that?" She wanted to hear if anyone else could remember. She couldn't.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 3, 2024 18:25:48 GMT
Pearl had more so meant to ask if Maeve and Edgar had actually meant to go to that specific pub, or just coincidentally wandered into it like they could to any other building. But in all honesty, Maeve's take on her question wasn't wrong either. The white-haired Feline IS just as goal-oriented as most other gems in her guild, and she WAS here for a specific purpose rather than just leisure like the other two.
"Roughly 2 weeks, for me." She takes a sip of her own drink and moves on to the (surprisingly nice) julienne fries on her plate before adding: "But most people I asked can't agree on a time. Some say days, some day months. This fog isn't normal. There are people disappearing in it and others... actually appearing. Boss is tracking down whoever missing people we can coherently list. And we can't contact Mr. Leland."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
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