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 Danny Ravensdale on Feb 5, 2014 23:41:23 GMT
Danny threw her head back and laughed as Stephen started dragging her around. "You were blushiiiiiiiiiing! Hit a little too close to home?" Danny kicked her legs as she waited for the ride to start. Danny stretched her arms over her head and draped her arm across Stephen's shoulders. "Don't worry, Sourpuss, I won't tell anyone you're scared of a little girl like me." Danny leaned back and settled into the ride more comfortably as she waited for it to begin. After a minute or so of waiting, the ride started up. Cheery music echoed from the central pillar as the different spots on the ride began oscillating up and down. Around and around the ride went at a relaxed pace. Up, up, up the seat went. The seat never started going back down as it locked itself in place. A grinding sound rolled out accompanied by the smell of smoke and burning wires. Danny looked up at the top of the ride, then straight ahead, pointedly ignoring the minor malfunction. "So, Sourpuss, regretting following me?"
Roan smiled and held his salute, unsure if it was okay to relax, having not heard the order "at ease". To see them all dressed in the same uniform really did make him feel as if they were a big family. And it seemed as though the commander felt it too. Bregor sat first, making sure to sit closest to the commander before Adelheid could have the chance to embarrass him. It was to no avail though.
"YEAH! The good stuff! That's what I'm talkin' about! I'm gettin' LIT!" roared the blonde behemoth before swinging a heavy hand against Roan's back. To Adel it was a friendly pat on the back to wake Roan and loosen him up. How it felt however, was like a pugilist had just smashed him in the spine with a haymaker.
At least Roan finally dropped his awkward never-ending salute. Calen was looking away from the group and leaning against the bar, waiting for his drink in silence, annoyed with the hustle and bustle of all the people around them enjoying the night. Roan sat down next to him, and Commander Faolan's other side.
"Um... Commander? I think maybe... maybe a milk might be better for me. I don't drink alcohol." proclaimed Roan in a mousy whimper that showed he was afraid of ruining the commander's good spirits. Before Bregor could chastise him for being rude, Roan heard someone approach and sit next to him.
The curious young soldier turned to his right to notice that a girl had crashed the party. Roan blinked and glanced over to the commander before turning back to the girl without saying a word. Instead he shyly slumped down in his seat and tried not to bring attention to the fact that he was uncomfortably about to nurse a bottle of milk amongst a group of men drinking hard liquor.
He cheesed a fat grin at her when she switched languages. Even though he didn't speak it, a few of the words were similar enough for him to discern their meaning. Still smiling he shook his head no, reaffirming that he was not interested in getting drunk.
"A guy like me builds things with his hands, and works off steam that way. Like this," He held out the stick of his cotton candy fluff to her to hold while he reshaped the wisps of stringy sugar into the shape of a heart. He sculpted it with practiced hands and both sides came out perfectly even and symmetrical in less than 30 seconds. With a look of approval he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest letting the girl have it. "What do you think?"
" oh so you build things , that is good " Rava felt this guy was holding back something but then again she pocked enough to now know he was suitable, decent enough to take back to bed with and just in case,she was willing to have his child if fate happened. " well my job is a lot more adventure, you see i work for Miss Caitlin , you know the barons's girl, i work for her as one of her Adventurer girls that goes out of town to get things from hard to reach places and as a bodyguard from time to when needed" she said with some honesty but at the same time hiding the BoRs part and not yet willing to tell him of her evil past being a bandit , she hoped that impressed him while hiding the fact of herself " i come from Ca a'lla which explains a lot about why am different " Rava was now in fully on 'get into the guy heart' mode , as she starts to hold his arm with both her own arms against her body, at this point that closeness was her way for trust , not meany people had been this close to her when she was unarmed and without any way to pickpocket anyone.
she was partiality naked without her gear and leather Armour as well as her most vulnerable as she remember ...
(fast fact, Ca a'llan trust come from how willing you are to not have protection of some kind (clothes and weapons) and the more naked they are near a person the more they trust the person , like in some post she trusts Caitlin a lot to dress in front of her. but would not trust the baron dad due to past events. )
Last Edit: Feb 6, 2014 9:15:50 GMT by Rava: A little element change , may make more
The thief inwardly cringed at the announcement of the Commander himself being here as well. You are really wanting to screw me over aren't ye God? she mentally growled before recognising the fact that one of the soldiers had taken a seat next to her and was glancing her way... as they held a bottle of milk. She offered a gentle smile. "Hey," said Ikuze softly, "least you'll be sober and remember the stupid, embarressing stuff they do tonight. And no hangover tomorrow either." she said before ordering herself a mild whiskey, drawing a glance from the bartender as if to question her age before the thief scowled, sighed and showed a little more of her cleavage. The bartender produced the whiskey soon enough and she sorted out her bust to put everything back in order. "No ideas. I ain't a dollymop." she said sternly, holding up a finger towards the larger of the soldiers who had taken up the seat on her other side and looked as though he was about to propose something inappropriate. She put the finger down and began to nurse her drink, much to the bemusement of the big blonde.
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 6, 2014 22:54:08 GMT
Stephen growled under his breath and pointedly ignored her comment about him being afraid of her. When her arm draped over his shoulders he visibly twitched, not expectation the contact. This twitch made him all the more angrier. He could handle contact with the opposite sex!! He had danced with woman in his past and had no problem with them! The realization came over him that he had been the one to initiate contact before. People had always been... hesitant around him. Like he was a ticking time bomb or something. Maybe it was his short temper that kept them away or possibly something else; he did not know. That did not matter to Stephen though. He was better off alone anyways. He did not care... right?
This girl, on the other hand, had no problem with man-handling him. She made no indication of being phased by his rude behavior either. That was probably why he was not use to it. He glanced up at her from his hunched position on the chair and studied her with an thoughtful look. Something must be wrong with her. Maybe she had no friends? No, that one blue haired girl seemed friendly enough with her. So what was it then? There was no explanation as to why she would spend this much time with him otherwise. "Undoubtedly" he grumbled irritably in response to her question but his blue-grey eye still studying her conveyed a different message.
He tore his gaze from her to look up at the grinding sound that seemed to have started when the ride did. He frowned when he saw the smoke "Are all these rides coopered?" he muttered in a disapproving tone. If this ride broke on them he swore to bloody hell that he would ask for a very large sum of money for compensation if either Danielle or himself got hurt. Victorian Slang!
Post by Mulven Renehan on Feb 6, 2014 23:46:00 GMT
An adventurer working for the nobility? Exploring what, chamber-pots? He had to try hard to stifle a snicker. Then she called herself a body guard and he couldn't help himself, he laughed out loud.
"Forgive me little-sister, but I have a really difficult time imagining you body guarding any body," His eyes looked her up and down, measuring how petite she was from the crown of her hat to the toes of her shoes. His laughter abruptly stopped when she pressed herself wantonly against his arm and clutched his bicep in both her hands with a vice grip. Un-phased by how little he took her seriously, she explained away her oddness by blaming it on her nationality.
A little distance away he heard the dreadful sound of gears grinding and could smell the putrid odor of smoke. He dug in his heels, not letting the little vixen drag him away as he turned his head toward the noise. "Did you hear that?" He asked her, his eyes settling on the carousel.
After wandering around aimlessly for a little while, Jak decided to move to a slightly less EIRAL populated area. All the bright red uniforms were making him a tad uneasy. He popped a few cinnamon hearts into his mouth and looked up, seeing a tiny plume of smoke making its way into the air. Letting a little lopsided smile creep over his face, he headed toward it. After all, whatever it was, it was bound to be more interesting than a bunch of strangers snogging in plain sight.
Roan was startled at the sound of a soft, femenine voice to his side reassureing him that drinking milk instead of booze tonight would have it's advantages. The blushing ensign nodded with a smile and turned back to his bottle, milk mustache prominantely displayed for everyone to see. Bregor turned to speak to his commander while
"Bah, whatever. Men don't drink milk, babies d--" Adel started to continue pestering Roan in a playful manner before he noticed the girl that was speaking to him. Or rather, he didn't notice her, so much as he noticed parts of her.
"On second thought, maybe milk ain't all that bad..." he said, referring to the young woman's assets. Adel wasn't one for keeping his thoughts to himself. For that matter, he wasn't one for manners either. Everything he did, he did big. Including making a fool of himself. "Well hello there missy. And who are you enjoying this here Festival o' Hearts with?" he asked with a grin before tipping his mug back again. Roan finished his milk before turning to Faolan. Bregor had finally stopped brown-nosing long enough for Roan to get a word in, so he took the opportunity, since Bregor would likely be back to sucking up the moment he finished his drink.
"So..."
And that was it. Roan scratched his head and shuffled his foot along the floor in boredom. Roan still wasn't the type for making small talk. Or any talk, really. Simply being included with the group made him happy, but actually conversating was still like pulling teeth. An awkward moment of silence passed before he finally thought of something to say. "I guess... being a soldier isn't as morbid as you made it sound when I first signed up, huh?"
Calen stood up, pushing his stool away with a harsh screeching sound before attempting to head back to the carriage, having finished with his drink. He glanced back at Bregor with a smirk and replied "You asked me to show up and have a drink. I did. I'm going back to the training grounds." he said, obviously not caring for the comeraderie his commander was hoping for. Before any of them could object, Calen bumped into a man carrying a drink, which fell to the floor with a crash. "Watch it." growled Calen before continuing to the exit, only to be grabbed by the arm. The man he bumped in to didn't seem to care that Calen was a soldier. He wanted him to pay for his drink one way or another. Before he had the chance to say so however, the ensign slammed his forehead directly into the man's nose, breaking it instantly. The victim howled in pain and slumped to his knees, cupping the gushing nose and wincing each time he touched it.
"Please tell me you didn't come alone." chided the young man with the mountain-sized chip on his shoulder. Sure enough, four burly drunks who sat at a nearby table stood with every intention of taking up for their downed drinking buddy. For the first time that night Calen smiled with genuine glee. Finally, this was his idea of fun.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 7, 2014 7:15:54 GMT
"Hmm? Do I have something on my face?" Danny wiped her free hand across her face. She grinned at Stephen. "Eh, don' worry too much about the rides. I'm sure an Ander's just here with his sweetheart or something like that. I mean, they're still people, right?" Danny looked up at the top of the ride as she spoke. "You ever wonder what it'd be like where they came from? I mean, with their magic, it must have been a spectacular place." Danny scratched beside her freckled nose. "Eh, I suppose it doesn't matter anyways. Not like you or I are ever going to see it, even if they did open the way back up." Danny leaned against the back of the ride and closed her eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thanks for putting up with me, by the way."
The spirit of the holidays filled every corner of the city. Hearts and sparkles, happy couples and friends flirting all around. With such joy and happiness around, it was easy to catch the spirit, but Sarah wasn't feeling it at all. It hasn't been long since she returned to Lodan. Again. And she was alone, not able to see any of her old friends... not one of the lovely people she knew back then on the good days. "Uhh ma'am?" started doubtfully the artist at the a face-painting booth "Are you sure you prefer spades over hearts on your face?" She just nodded, and the man proceeded to do the best out of it. It was not that she hated the holidays. She was just trying to remember simpler times of her life. That one ball, two years ago, was one of those moments. The man ended up painting two spades over her right cheek, one over the other, but he added his own touch and painted a red heart over her lips "This goes for the house, hope you don't mind" She sighed, payed the man and kept going. She didn't put much effort on her attires, the same ol' ones. Maybe then someone would recognize her... she'd never lost hope. Sighed, while taking a seat on a bench close to the Ferris. It seemed to have occured something big, but the people around were yet so cheerful, she felt almost jealous. How would it be if there was... Nah, that had happened too long ago. From a bag, she took a small metalic bottle. Her special booze, and gave it a big sip.
Ikuze rolled her eyes at the big blonde’s remarks. “Definitely not you blondie. Compensating much?” she asked before taking a sip of her whiskey. It was then that the familiar sound of bone being crunched reached her ears and the girl sighed. “Well, so much for Festival of Love.” muttered the thief before she got off of her seat and then climbed over the counter to get behind the bar, her skirt flaring briefly in the process. “What?” she asked the bartender who looked like he was about to have a fit concerning her intrusion. “I ain’t getting caught up in that.” said Ikuze, hiking a thumb in the direction of the red-suited EIRAL who had managed to annoy four really big guys.
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Feb 7, 2014 20:20:54 GMT
He smirked as she talked about how "amazing" he was. Will couldn't deny that her compliment was quite the ego boost. He knew that what did was a feat few could accomplish. Not every man thought like a machine. His big head quickly deflated as he heard a familiar voice yell at someone "kiss her already". Willoughby wasn't sure if the feminine voice was addressing someone else or him, but he heard her loud and clear. The mechanic couldn't deny that he had wanted to kiss Cait. Heck, to be honest, he couldn't name anything he wanted to do more, but he was terrified. He was terrified of rejection and of doing this all wrong. Most of all, he didn't know if Cait wanted to kiss him. He wasn't traditionally handsome. He wasn't a charmer. He wasn't anything much, beside a day-saving mechanic.
Will tore his eyes away from her briefly, trying to decide what to do. Be a man, Will. Be a man, he thought to himself. He needed to seize the day. It sounded like a good a plan, but most plans were different once they were put into practice. Well, here goes nothing, he said to himself, his eyes flashing back up to Cait's eyes. Willoughby inched forward, closing the distance between them, until they were both breathing the same air. With his free hand he pushed a few loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear. His heart was beating faster than ever before. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly against hers.
"You think this is being a soldier?" Alistair said, his right hand patting Roan on the back, probably a bit harder than would be considered comfortable, "This is a fashion show to make all the lords and ladies think of us as something other than guys with guns and swords." he held up his glass of scotch to the boys milk, "Here's to hoping you never have to find out what the grim reality really is, kid."
Skye held up his glass as well, "Look who's become all articulate." he grinned at his second in command then took a sip. It burned ever so nicely as it went down, not the kind of gut wrenching burn one got from drinking the cheap stuff. Skye wasn't a man who held on to all of the finer things in life, but when it came to his drink of choice, he was as bad as some Barons. Skye was about to say something further when he saw Calen bump into one of the drunker patrons and knock his beer to the ground. Just walk away, he thought, trying to broadcast that intent to the young Ensign as if he were telepathic. Sadly, though, the words were trapped in his own skull as was proven when the Ensign headbutted the man.
There was a moment of pride that one of his soldiers could take down a man so much larger than him. He'd obviously been paying attention in the self defense classes, but that pride only lasted a moment as Calen began running his mouth off. This wouldn't end well.
Skye gave a quick look to his XO and set his glass down, pushing away from the bar and rapidly approaching the pending fight. "Stand down, Ensign Calen," he said sharply. They were here to show the people that they were protectors, not bullies. If Quinn had still been conscious he would be crapping his his pants at such a display, especially while wearing his specially designed uniforms. He hoped the man listened, if not, someone was going to be a Recruit again, scrubbing toilets for the next century.
"I expect you men to do the same," he said to the four approaching burly drunks and the man on the ground. "go back to your drinks. The Ensign here will be dealt with, I assure you of that." Part of him hoped the drunks would comply and simply sit back down. The other part of him, that saw the redheaded mechanic kissing Caitlin, really wanted someone to punch
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 7, 2014 23:49:32 GMT
This girl was thanking him for putting up with her? It should be the other way around. He should be thanking her. "Anytime. You are really not that bad.." he mumbled the last part quietly, partly hoping she wouldn't hear. She seemed not as spiteful towards the Andersweltlers as most of the people here in Lodan. No one really wanted to talk about them, other than to blame them for something going wrong in their lives. A true fact that really did not make Stephen happy, seeing how he was partly one himself. "Andersweltlers certainly are a very unique group of people. I have already wondered what their world was like. It must be a spectacular place, since they came from it. -" He stopped, realizing that he had been about to say something very dangerous. Not many people wanted to acknowledge the positive aspect of Andersweltlers. He just met this girl. She could be one of those spies that killed the 'Ander-lovers' in the world. He had heard of such a thing before. Best to keep his opinions to himself. Plus, his reputation would net benefit if people found out he really thought Andersweltlers were interesting.
He cleared his throat quickly "Anyways, you are probably right. There is no foreseeable chance of the entrance to their world opening back up." Change the subject before you say something else stupid. He scanned his surroundings for something to talk about. "The military seems to very flashy tonight. I do not recall their uniforms being such a revoltingly bold color" he said dumbly.
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