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
The irritable man grimaced when he saw the contraption she was pointing to "Do we have to sit on the most girlish seat of them all?" he groaned in exasperation. It did not even look like they would both fit on that seat. She was a small girl though, so they just might. They certainly would be touching if they both sat on it. This made Stephen a little nervous. She grabbed him and started to drag him over to the dreaded thing. Scratch that, it made him very nervous.
"I do not think this is a good Idea.." he said hesitantly, resisting her pull. Carousels tend to spin and he was already feeling off from all the weird interaction with this girl and others tonight. What if he did something embarrassing, for example, like collapsing the moment he got off the ride. Oh would not that make his father a proud man. Sir Charles Leland and his frail son who has a habit of collapsing in public. He was over-dramatizing it of course but the rich and powerful love nothing more then to gossip about each other. He should know, since he had been the butt of rumors more than once.
Rava was knocked over by a man who gave her a nasty face before continuing on his way , "well that was rude" she said as she was about to get up when a another man came over to her and offered his hand "Need a hand little-sister?" he said as she took as she was pulled back up "thank you , hay would you mind holding of a second, i gotta have a little thing to do" she said as she walked a few steps after the 1st man who was with a another lady and watched them go on a ride , knowing she could beat the beef out of him . she planed to do that but not here , and not now, + her boss was around as well as Rava's Ikuze scenes tingled as well as a few other people , better to get him later on when he least expecting it
she turned back around "sorry about that , thank you for helping me back there" Rava looked the man up and down ,his looks looked a lot like an A class Build , perfect for a bandit but something about him made her seem very attracted to him "well then , can i know the name of my knight in back armor ? or do i have to give my name out 1st " she asked as guessing this man was a Bad boy , she felt the needed to test him , just in case if she did chooses to let loose herself tonight with this man , she wanted to make sure he deserved it as well as 'other' possible things.
just a little look into what Ca allan love happens to do
Knightly? He thought bemused. Mulven gave her a mean scowl just to try and intimidate her a little. "Knightly I am not, little mistress." But he bowed anyway, exaggerating the motion. "I'm surprised you didn't recognize me, you must be new in town. Name's Mulven Renehan, at your service." Sometimes he was too proud of his reputation and a little put out when he met anyone who hadn't already heard of him.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 5, 2014 3:01:01 GMT
The commander denied having any dealings with her father, which she would have thought untrue if his explanation of why exactly they tagged a PR Adviser to his back didn't make so much sense. Had her father really ratted the High Commander out to the Queen? Amazing how much weight a word from a member of nobility could carry. She felt sorry for him, really. Perhaps pulling a sword on her had frightened her father, but it was the least of her worries. The REASON why he did it was the bigger issue in her mind, but luckily she'd been able to convince him to very literally forget about it.
Her mind was still at war with whether or not she should apologize when their basket finally reached home and suddenly Will was there, holding out a hand to her and and speaking her name with a kind of reverence. She took his hand eagerly and climbed down from the basket as quickly as she could, not because of her partner but because of the broken machinery that she wanted no part of. In his other hand he produced a rose and offered it to her with a few simple words. His eyes sparkled with mirth. Faolan brushed past her in a flurry and her eyes followed him to see him rip off his cape as he drudged angrily toward the bar. Had her accusation upset him that much? Her heart sunk a bit lower in her chest and she hated that she felt guilty over it.
The Ferris wheel began to turn again behind her, Will's operators bringing it around another turn to let off the other half of the riders. She stepped closer to Will and further away from the giant contraption so quickly you'd think it bit her. She pressed the rose over her chest with both hands and looked up into his eyes.
"I'm not sure, to be quite honest..." she belatedly answered his question, followed by a weak smile. Being this close to the Ferris Wheel made her nervous. She didn't want to be responsible for anything else going wrong with it. "I'll just.. go... over there and wait while you finish with..." she motioned at the rest of the passengers behind her. "And thank you, for the rose," she whispered before quickly stepping even further away from the ride.
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
Jak arrived late to the festival, but in a jolly mood. Hands in his pockets, a bow-tie on his neck, and a heart-shaped lollypop in his mouth, he strolled through the crowd. Peering around to see if he could spot any familiar faces, he bought some cinnamon hearts at a nearby stall and poured them into his already bulging pockets. Moving the lolipop from one side of his mouth to the other, he smiled and kicked a small peble on the ground. The pebble bounced against the bottom of a stall selling balloons, snapping the strings to a few and setting them loose, floating off into the sky as the frantic shop keeper scrambled to catch them. It was an accident, but Jak didn't exactly fancy explaining it to the vender, or having to pay for several balloons he wouldn't even get to keep, so he quickly started weeving through the denser crowd as shouts of of "Oy, git back 'ere you little rat!" sounded behind him.
Roan straightened his posture and rubbed his palms along his uniform to straighten out the wrinkles and let out a sigh. The carriage opened to allow he and his brothers-in-arms to exit outside of the entrance and join the festivities. The men spoke "These new outfits certainly are... red." he remarked as he pivoted at his waist to look himself up and down. None of his fellow soldiers seemed to be listening to him however as they were busy waxing poetic about their plans for the evening. The three men all had rooms relatively close to Roan's own, so their training regimens and downtime all lined up perfectly, giving them plenty of time to get to know each other... whether either of them wanted to or not.
"Yeah, whatever Ro. They're just clothes! I for one can't wait to hit up the bar. I'm gonna get SO wasted!" bellowed Adelheid, the largest of the group, who had an equally larger than life personality. Adelheid was the oldest of 12 children raised on a farm and his mannerisms mirrored this. The man seemed to have no idea what the term "inside voice" meant, and did nothing half-heartedly. Especially not partying. Roan liked the man all right, as he reminded him of his eldest brother back at the orphanage. Something about them both having a very "no sweat off my back" kind of attitude about any and all things. Except combat. Both of them loved to scrape knuckles, and both of them were like demons in on the battlefield (his brother vicious in a street fight, while Adel a terror on the training grounds).
Adel began to rush ahead of the group only for a gloved hand to reach up and grab his collar, holding him back from his booze run like a mother hound grabbing it's pup by the scruff of it's neck.
"No Adel. Commander Faolan would have all of our heads if we were to make him look bad in public. Especially amongst barons and baronesses." warned Bregor while scanning the room. He pressed his thin-rimmed glasses up his nose with his middle finger and stepped ahead of the group with haste before pivoting on his heal and crossing his arms before his chest. Despite being of the same rank as each of them, he was taking the time to make sure they met his standards before stepping any further forward.
Bregor was the most reserved and mature of the group, and often tried to distance himself from Adel for fear of being considered a buffoon by association. The son of a war hero, Bregor took his reputation amongst the EIRAL's extremely serious for fear of sullying the name of his family. He had the highest test scores amongst he and Roan's little crew, and he was quick to remind them of that fact on a regular basis. His strict adherance to rules made him a bit of a stick in the mud; so much so that the young man has been affectionately nicknamed Lil' Faolan by Adelheid. Perhaps that was the reason Roan wanted so badly to emulate him? He seemed to be the perfect soldier... aside from his elitist attitude and overall snobbish demeanor.
"Let's just get this over with." groaned another of the red clad soldiers as they walked forward ahead of Bregor, not paying any mind to his warnings. Calen was the same age as Roan and made no attempt to hide his annoyance with... everything. An orphan much like Roan, Calen lost his family in a violent assault on the small city they lived in during wartime. It was much later in his life unfortunately, so the loss of his familial bonds hit him considerably harder. As a result Calen was naturally ornery, despite everyone's best efforts to help him open up. "He's over there at the bar.
Adelheid's smile grew even bigger, if it were at all possible, as he had just got his excuse for hovering at the bar and inhaling drinks all night. Roan had no intention of drinking, but he followed behind Adel, who had strongarmed his way past Bregor and next to Calen. The gentle giant called out to Commander Faolan with a jovial wave. Halfway through he could hear Bregor's muffled complaints and immediately corrected his greeting into a salute. The others dropped into position next to Adel and saluted as well, waiting for the Commander to give them the go ahead to join him at the bar. Roan awkwardly waved before having an elbow drive into his side by Bregor, which caused him to salute as well.
Rava giggled at the fact this man tried to look tough and how he proudly held his name high, to her he was like that one man she met once and he ended up in a dich from over drinking the good old Shiva. "well your all high n mighty but your are correct i am from out of town just moved in with my family, my name is Rava. Rave Greenheart at your service." she looked around " well then Mulven , since you did save me , would you like to have a few drinks? , get to know each better and maybe if lucky end up having a good night" (fast fact: Ca a'llans have a weaird love sturture of love , not meany take it slow and ofter would be sleeping with there partner on the 1st night, )
Post by Mulven Renehan on Feb 5, 2014 16:34:58 GMT
He took a visible step back at the girls overly bold implications. Mulven took a moment to really look at her. She was dressed like a lady, but she was making herself too easy, too available and it made him wonder if he was about to become the target of pick pocketry, or worse, involved with a waspy dollymop. He frowned, wondering what had become of his better judgement. Deciding to play it safe and not risk getting sloshed and letting the little lass take advantage of him in an inebriated state, he guided her toward the cotton candy stand instead.
"I don't drink," He lied. "So how about something fluffy, pink, and sugary instead? Ever had cotton candy before?" He kept his hands in his pockets where he could protect his coins from getting swiped.
"you dont drink!? " this guy was 'interesting" why would a gruff hot guy not want to have a bottle of bubbly with a lady. "yeah i have tried it before , from a different country, its a long story" she said as they got the sugar thing, last time she had cotton candy or candyfloss from other countries back in her bandit days when she stole a rich mans pride sword collection, she remember that happened during a Festival and her team stole a load of candyfloss in bags which kept them going for the 4 days of there stay, they had to wash there clothes after the mission due to how sticky they where. she took a bite out of it " so if you dont drink , how do you relax? since i thought by your looks. a man like you would be well ...relajado por el alcohol o productos de confitería? " again she was checking to see if he was suitable, just in case.
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Feb 5, 2014 18:15:36 GMT
Will nodded and muttered, "Okay," as she stepped out of the way. He had to admit that he pleased that she liked the flower, but also he was concerned. She didn't sound okay. She appeared upset and he didn't like. I swear if that pompous glorified police-man hurt her...I'll kill him myself, he thought as he helped a few more passengers off of the Ferris Wheel, his eyes flashing in the general direction the Commander walked off to. He was tempted to follow the man and force him to leave Cait alone, but Willoughby highly doubted he could accomplish such a feat. He had the physical strength to take on someone, thanks to years of lifting heavy sheets of metal, but he lacked the training. If he misses with her again...I don't care if I get beat, as long as I win.
When the last passenger was offloaded, Willoughby gave the engineers a few instructions to help them fix the Ferris Wheel, but if another Ander stepped aboard...it's not like it would matter anyway. I really wish they wouldn't fool around with technology in such a crowded place. People could have died on the Ferris Wheel. Cait could have died. This could have ended way worse than it did if I hadn't been here. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as the mechanic grabbed his jacket and hat, before finding Cait. Willoughby wished he could explain why he liked her so much. It wasn't just because she was beautiful or the fact that she was kind and seemed like a good person. There was something else that him gravitate towards her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
He walked towards her, with a small smile on his face. He was proud of himself for saving those people, but also for getting Cait away from that military man, "Hey," he said once in talking range, "Well...that was fun," he added sarcastically, as he observed her. She still looked odd and Will wanted to believe that it was because of the ordeal that just took place, but something told him otherwise. He wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder, comforting her, but his hands weren't that clean and he didn't want to ruin her dress. So instead he just asked, with soft, caring eyes, "Are you alright? Can I get you anything?"
Ikuze watched the scene as the Commander left, leaving only Caitlin and that mechanic guy at the Ferris Wheel. Cait looked nervous enough alright given the whole event, but the mechanic was being hopeless even though he'd given her the rose. "Oh for heaven's sake do I have to do everything around here?" she muttered under her breath. The thief took in a deep breath before yelling at the top of her lungs, "OH JUST KISS HER ALREADY YOU IDIOT!" The thief immediately began to flee the scene lest Caitlin decide to bring her down for the suggestion, although much to her amusement Ikuze noticed several dozen couples throughout the festival doing exactly what she had said. And I didn't even have to use Hypnosis. Ha!
She spotted Rava with a bloke of her own, who was looking somewhat scared of the one-eyed girl causing her to roll her eyes. I ain't touching that mess. One mess per festival thank you. Ikuze thought to herself as she made her way into the nearest bar, sitting herself down at the counter after making sure the skirt was sitting properly. As she was about to make her order something registered in her vision.
On both sides.
Oh god please tell me its just fancy dress or something. the thief silently pleaded before she looked to either side of her as subtley as she could. drat it. Thanks God. she cursed silently upon realising it wasn't fancy dress, that in fact she was indeed sat in between a bunch of EIRAL's.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 5, 2014 19:54:08 GMT
"Don't be a baby! This was your idea, wasn't it?" Danny continued tugging on the young man. "Come onnnnnnn..." Danny leaned into her efforts, but couldn't quite seem to move the man. "What, are you scared? Of this little thing? Or.... something else?" Danny gave Stephen one of most mischievious grins as she stopped tugging on him. "Are you scared to be that close to a girl? Rich boy like you gets nervous around girls?" Danny leaned back and laughed.
"Scotch, neat." Faolan said, as he saddled up to the outdoor bar. He'd have preferred an indoor venue where passers by couldn't see his ridiculous outfit, but this would do in a pinch. It was also much nicer than the beer carts. The bar was real wood and surrounded by high top tables with stools. The entire venue was underneath a white flowing canopy that looked like silk but was undoubtedly much stronger; he hoped.
He was just starting to contemplate his next action when someone behind him called out to him. They'd used his rank, not his name, so that meant it was either another PR official or it was one of his men. He grimaced and hesitated at turning around. If they were his men, well then they had already seen his joke of a uniform and his humiliation would be complete. It would only take a few soldiers to spread news of their Commander's foppish attire like wildfire through the ranks. Well, lets get this over with, he though to himself just as the bartender returned with his glass. He downed the contents and turned to see who had called him out.
He had prepared himself for smirks and snickers, but what he saw made his head spin. Three Ensigns in matching red uniforms, just like his own, all saluting. It was almost enough to bring a tear to his eye...almost. It was exactly what he'd needed to pull him out of the funk he was descending into, and brighten his features back up. How had they known? How had they been so resourceful? It showed a level of respect that he hadn't thought he'd earned quite so soon. He was still relatively new to the position, but then so were these Ensigns.
His boots audibly clicked together as he crisply returned the salute and dropped his arm. It was a good thing they hadn't come later into his proposed drinking binge. He'd have had trouble even finding his brow. "How did you boys even..." he trailed off, just glad that they had.
"Oh, I put them up to it Sir," a voice spoke to right and Faolan spun to find Colonel Alistair Malak standing there as if he'd just aperated out of thin air. Skye wasn't too surprised. The man was his second officer, and head of clandestine operations within the EIRAL. "How?" the Colonel said, preempting the question and receiving a slight scowl from Faolan. "I heard what that Quinn fellow wanted to do. Wasn't to hard to break into his office and get the plans. After that I just had to go to the same designer Tobias used and get her to create some replicas. Without the cape, mind you, not enough time for that, but I see you managed to dispose of yours anyway, so it works out." Malak grinned and saddled up to the bar next to his CO. He looked as pleased as a cat who'd just given birth. He was glad that his plan had seemed to improve the Commander's mood. Especially after he'd seen the man storming away from Caitlin and the man with the rose.
"Round of drinks for my men," Skye said loudly to the bartender.
"The cheap stuff?" The bartender said, leaning towards the Commander.
"Give em the good stuff. These boys need to know what a good scotch tastes like. I imagine that boot piss they've been distilling in the barracks is a far cry from descent." he laughed, finally back to his usual good mood.
Last Edit: Feb 7, 2014 22:22:02 GMT by Faolan Skye
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 5, 2014 22:35:16 GMT
Caitlin stood what she felt was a safe distance away from any of the rides. Her eyes circled from adoring her rose, to watching Will continue his heroics on the ride ,to Commander Skye's sulking figure with his back turned at the bar. She felt weirdly out of place. Partly because she had been so stupid to go on a machine like that with Ander blood like hers, but also partly because after everything she thought it would make sense to hate the Commander, but somehow she didn't. She felt like the Villain constantly pinning the blame on him when really the circumstances are always terrible because of something she did or was.
Then Will finished with the ride and walked toward her smiling. It helped to lift the fog from her head and she was able to conjure a natural smile for him. He made a joke to break the ice and she gave a quiet giggle, but he sombered up and asked if she was alright or needed for anything. Her expression fell bare, not wanting to pretend around him, and she shook her head no. "I'm doing better now, thank you. You were amazing back there," She pointed at the Ferris Wheel, which for the moment was being roped off with an Out of Order sign. Her eyes read it slowly, grounding the moment in reality before shifting her gaze back to his. He was watching her, with gentle eyes and it softened the iron fist around her heart.
"OH JUST KISS HER ALREADY YOU IDIOT!" Ikuze voice could not be mistaken as it carried over the crowd. Caitlin's eyes widened and she stood stalk still, paranoid that the brazen blue-haired bird was speaking specifically to her and Will. Her gaze fell on Will's lips, wondering if he knew who Ikuze was and that she had been talking about them, or if by some chance he dismissed the shout as anonymous. Her heart quickened, but she would not be the one to take the leap. She had made that mistake before and the results had been devastating. She couldn't do that to herself again.
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 Stephen Leland on Feb 5, 2014 23:24:34 GMT
Stephen sputtered, his cheeks turning a slight pink "I-I am not! Why would I be scared of a silly little ride and a silly little girl like you!" And just like that, his nerves where gone. He stormed forward, not resisting anymore, and gripped her hand tightly. He pulled her forward towards the carousel. "I will show you. Afraid of girl. HA! No sir, not I. I can get on any blasted ride whenever I want with whoever I want!" he grumbled and he shoved the money at the person in charge of the carousel. Without any hesitation, he got up onto the ride, pulled her up with him then flopped down on the seat that she had pointed at earlier. He glowered at her expectantly, crossing his arms.
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