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
Open to all! Clancy woke up bright and early. He greeted the morning with a happy grin "Ahhh. Today's gonna be great! I just bet! Right?" he winked at the unfinished gun next to his pile of blankets. There was not much furniture in the small, two store shop he owned; seeing how he just moved in and did not really care for luxury items there was only one official piece of furniture in the room. The top floor consisted mainly of a few blankets on the floor, a side table that had some clothes messily stacked upon it, a bunch of his tools scattered around along with empty or half full bottles of alcohol and a plethora of guns and parts. With a yawn, he hopped out of "bed", threw on some clean clothes and went downstairs to his shop. Thankfully, the lower floor was neater than his living space. All his finished guns were set up for display, neatly arranged by type and price. Grabbing another unfinished gun and a few of his tools, he hurried outside to greet the morning, wanting to work in the golden rays of the morning sun. Plopping down upon the front steps to his shop, he started to fiddle with the gun with a content smile, enjoying the cool feeling of daybreak.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 15, 2014 3:51:28 GMT
Today seemed like a spectacular day for flying but unfortunately Tyrell was rendered in capable. A caged bird, he could only stare up longingly at the clear skies above as he made his ways through the merchanic's district in order to restock supplies for the Storm manor. As such, the tall man wore his twin-tailed suit and pants. His hair was kept back, grouped into a thin ponytail while shorter, wilder strands still remained about his face. He had not taken to shaving for the clean look but maintained his facial hair while in service. The only thing he could not conceal was his lilac eyes. The muffs were also absent from his person as they remained with his street clothes. In his arms he carried a crate that contained many different produces and meats that he also put part of his pay into so that he would treat his employer to something more acceptable of his rank. On his way down the street, he marveled at some of the things on display within the stores he passed but one store caught his eye in particular. He paused with the crate still in his arms and peered down at the Pink haired shop owner while he loomed above him. "Good afternoon," he called out to the other and gave a small smile.
Clancy turned to the voice with a grin that widened when he saw who was addressing him. "Tyrell!!! What a pleasant surprise! It's great ta see ya!!" After giving Tyrell the once over, he let out a low whistle "Heeey! Someone's lookin' fiiine~! Whatcha dressed up all handsome like for?" He asked, setting his gun to the side and leaning back so he could observe him better.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 15, 2014 23:17:00 GMT
Tyrell blinked at Clancy and then glanced down at himself before moving to the side of the steps so he was not in the way. Crouching down, he sat the crate on the walkway then eyed the gun with interest for a moment before answering. "These are my clothe for working. I have to wear it when running errands or serving at the Storm manor. What do you have there," he nodded to the gun then winced a little as he remembered his forgotten manners. "Oh, pardon, I forgot to ask first, how are you?" Then his eyes were drawn to the building behind Clancy, back to the gun, before falling onto the pink haired man himself. "Is this your store?"
"Well you must work at a very fancy establishment- this Mr. Storm must be some noble i'm guessin. Ya look like the upper crust. Here, sit down fer a bit. I'm hurtin' ma neck havin' ta look up at ya." Grabbing his gun, he wiped off the space for Tyrell so his cloths wouldn't get dirty. At Tyrell's quick recovery of his manners he waved his hand dismissively with a smile "No need ta be so polite around poor ol' me. I ain't some dignified gent so I could care less. I'm doin' okay tho, thanks fer askin." Turning back to glance at his shop he nodded proudly "Yes siree! This fine establishment is all mine! I'm a gun smith! Did I tell ya that? Maybe, I can't remember all tha nonsense that comes outta my mouth these days. Anywho, just got 'er so she ain't open yet but she will be in about a week. I was workin' on a gun fer display. I couldn't bring mosta my guns around with me when I was travelin so I only had a few. I'm just restockin right now."
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 16, 2014 0:00:33 GMT
"Perhaps one who serves on them, maybe but an upper crust myself? Unlikely," he said with a small grin before moving to take a seat beside Clancy, careful not to completely rob him of his sitting space. As he sat, he watched the other fiddle with the gun but was careful not to be so close that his blood's magic would interfere. Tyrell knew it would not be an issue unless he touched it, but he still wished to express precaution. "I... honestly cannot remember. You may have informed me. Do you work yourself to the bone making those guns then? Day in and day out? That sort of labor must take quite the time," he commented and then his attention left the gun to look at Clancy himself. "Clancy, what inspired you to work with guns instead of other things?"
"Well, I don't work on them all the time but most of my day consists of crafting them." Setting one tool aside, he pulled out another and started to carve a design into the wood "It does take time but I always enjoy it." Raising the gun he blew away the shavings from the jagged design. At Tyrell's last question he set his gun down on his lap with a thoughtful look "That's a good question. Well, I guess 'cause I sympathize with tha weak. There are a lotta bad people out there and tha unfortunate matter is that some people have no skills in protecting themselves. It don't take much to wield a gun, most anybody can pull a trigger." Casting his eyes down at the gun in his lap he rubbed the handle lightly. "Secretly... I wish that one day I will be outta a job 'cause people have given up the need to kill each other. It's probably a fruitless dream but I wish it all tha same. Until that day I will make these fer those who wish fer a piece of security in their lives." A chuckle passed his lips and he turned back to Tyrell with a smile "This conversation turned oddly serious! Wanna go do somethin'? I don' mind leavin' ma shop fer a few hours or so. Whaddya say?" He gave Amon an eager grin, the thought that he might have a chance with him tickling the back of his mind.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 16, 2014 2:00:53 GMT
Through every experience he endured with the spirited person beside him, Tyrell was unsure of what to expect. With Clancy, it wasn't like reading a book at all and everything seemed to happen on a whim so when he thought he had the other figured out and he received his answer, he was a bit surprised. There were things that Clancy appeared to take seriously and Tyrell nodded solemnly as he could relate well to Clancy's words. He himself could never wield a gun for obvious reason, and he used weapons such as uloks or clawed gloves but only in scarcities and when it was necessary. Taking a life was never a trivial thing be it person or animal. The sudden change of topics caught the crow off guard once more and now he was caught. Truth be told, he was unsure whether he should decline or not. The crate still had to be delivered and there was a chance Linda and George would still need his help back at the manor. Then again, he hadn't had his lunch yet or his break yet and he could feel the hunger pains. "Won't you miss potential customers? I still need to take the crate back to the manor so I do not know if I have much longer. Since I know you are here though, I can come back when I am off and perhaps we can get something to eat or just venture through the city. If you'd like that is."
Clancy waved his hand in a dismissive manner with a small smile "Ma shop ain't even open yet so it don' matter. But if yer busy, I won't keep ya. Don' want ya gettin' in trouble with yer boss man." He glanced at the crate in front of Ty then looked back to him with a smile "If ya want help with anything, I'd be willing ta give ya a hand if ya want. If not, that's fine. I gotta finish two guns before the day ends." Personally, he did not want to be alone for most of the day- he had been alone for far too long. But if Tyrell didn't need his help he could respect that. Maybe he would go and chat with Viktor for the time being or someone else.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 16, 2014 22:40:07 GMT
With the offer for help, Tyrell frowned a bit because he did not wish to refuse the other but all there was, was the crate and he could lift it with ease while he felt it could be troublesome for the other. Besides, he was enough of a gentlemen to not allow his friends to be burdened with his tasks or issues no matter how minor or large they were. "I cannot let you help me," he finally stated but the frown became a smile as a thought crossed his mind. "I have an idea," he began then went into his suggestion, "if you have two guns you need to finish and I have several tasks I must complete, we can do those but when we are done then we can have the evening to spend as we see fit. Does that sound okay? I should be free around six or seven when the sun is close to setting."
Clancy ginned, happy that he would at least get to spend time with Tyrell later "Perfect! It's a date! I'll see ya around seven then! Good luck wit' yer job!" And with that he scooped up his gun and tools and walked back into the shop, turning to wave goodbye to Tyrell before he closed the door behind him.
There was work to be done. Guns took time to make and he only had a few hours to finish two. No breaks at all today then; he would have to go without lunch or breakfast-again, which was fine. Food was never a serious subject on his mind. Sitting down at his desk inside the shop he placed all the items he needed then continued to work on his half finished gun. Thankfully he had a few guns that were already in process so that would save him some time. But accuracy and quality over speed was his motto so these would take a good deal of time anyways. Humming to himself he worked on his gun, ignoring the fact that he was alone.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 19, 2014 0:56:06 GMT
Tyrell smiled at the pink haired fellow as he retreated back into his shop and then he himself moved to stand and pick up the crate. The trek to the manor was a bit long but he could not risk flying in this attire to that particular section of the city, that being said, he didn't mind walking because he did not do it nearly as often as flying. When he returned to the manor, he bid Linda and George a good day then went on about his tasks about placing the items away in the proper places. It wasn't until he was putting away the grains that he had to pause. Just a second, did Clancy say a date? It hadn't even registered to the raven haired lad what the other had said--or at least at the time he thought little of it... but weren't dates supposed to be something else entirely? Special? Should he get Clancy flowers? Should he dress nicely? He could always take Clancy to the top of the Clock tower--and he meant the very top on the roof where there was a 360 degree view of the city. Yes, maybe he'd do that. What if Clancy was afraid of heights though? Hm, well, if it got to that he would figure something out later, he thought to himself as he placed the rest of the items away.
The rest of his tasks went by easily and rather quickly. In this manor there was not much for him to do and so when six o'clock rolled by he found himself released and free to do as he pleased. Tyrell discarded the butler clothe he had adorned through the day and instead dressed himself in his usual attire with the black leather jerkin, the gray pants, the dark navy blue-grey pancho, and the boots. With what was left of his earnings, he intended to pay for their meal and stuffed it into one of his pockets. As for his claws, he left those in his room then left. For what was within the city, he would not need them. At seven o'clock he found himself back in front of Clancy's shop with no flowers in hand. He'd contemplated it but figured that would be an insult to the other--or that Clancy hadn't really meant date. Oh if only that pink haired fellow knew what sort of confusion he had inflicted upon him. "Clancy?" he called out as he knocked on the door then waited patiently.
Clancy was bouncing excitedly around the room, the two new guns flawlessly finished on his work table. He was beyond excited for this night. Tyrell might not have thought much when he said it was a date but it was absolutely a date in his mind. So, he dressed to impress with the small amount of clothing he had. He had on his nice back jacket with a sliver vest underneath, wearing the same button up white shirt from before- unfortunately this was the only clean one he had at the moment- and slightly wrinkled black pants. He had even managed to comb his spikey hair to a messy side part. It wasn't spectacular, but it was the best he had. He had even pulled out that fancy cologne someone had given him in exchange for a gun and sprayed a tiny bit on himself. It smelled like spices and chocolate. There was a slight gun powder sent to it as well but that just might be him since he had been working with the stuff not too long ago.
Quick as a flash he bounded up to the door, adjusted his jacket for a second, then opened it with a huge grin "Hiya Tyrell!!! You're looking great, as always. Thanks fer pickin' me up, I should have picked you up; it's the polite thing ta do but this is just fine too! Are ya ready? I reserved a place for us to eat and everythin' already! I hope ya don' mind, I just wanted ta treat ya somewhere special tonight."
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 20, 2014 8:48:35 GMT
As soon as the door opened Tyrell was ready for the torrent of speech that would come flooding out from the other's mouth. However, he was a bit taken back by the other's offer to pay for their outing and so frowned but if he had the reservations then Tyrell did not wish to argue with him and ruin the night. "If you pay for tonight then you must let me treat you another night. If not then I am afraid I can't go tonight," he said with a small frown that soon became a smile. Clancy seemed the sort who would insist and although the raven haired man felt embarrassed to have the other pay, he feared it might not be enough so this was his way of compromising--and it was an easy excuse to meet with the other lad again.
With their exchange of words, the winged andersweltler was free to take a glance over the gunsmith to see that he had changed and now had the decency to blush. "I am sorry, I should have dressed nicer," he admitted. "You look very good in those clothe," he added as he nervously shifted from one foot to the other than stepped back off the steps and hurried to change the subject. "Ah--is the place far? If so I could assist us in getting their faster if you don't mind terrible heights then again we could always talk and just enjoy the walk." His words came a bit jumbled as though he were stumbling on his words and his shoulders raised in a small shrug. Because he was deaf it meant he couldn't completely look away from Clancy since he did not want to miss anything his company would say which meant the pink haired fellow would have an easy time seeing the distress on Tyrell's face. "Clancy," he spoke after in a soft tone as he wringed his hands behind his back and his brows furrowed with his inquiry. "Is this really a date? I don't want it to be--I mean I don't mind if it is but if it was I would have wanted it to be nicer for you. I'm sorry if I offended you," again his words went from soft to a jumble as he struggled to maintain his usual composure. This wasn't like him and he realized it easily but when he tried to calm himself he first time it only lead to him sounding like a fool the second time. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why one word had made him into such a mess, possibly because although the concept wasn't all too foreign to him, it was still foreign enough to frighten him.
"I'm sorry," he apologized again then cleaned his throat. He had to regain his composure. Standing upright, he nodded once as he inhaled then removed one of his hands from his back to offer Clancy. "Would you still like to accompany me to dinner tonight?"
"Deal!" he said with a nod, glad the other was going to let him pay. Clancy blinked, surprised to see Tyrell blush. Well, wasn't he just the cutest thing on two legs! "Aw, it's fine! I just like dressin' up. I thought i'd use this as this an excuse to do so. You look perfect, just the way you are Tyrell" he replied with a sincere smile. At Tyrell's complement he gave him a wink "Thank ya. Yer to kind." At Tyrell's question her carried on, moving out of his house so that Tyrell could read his lips. Poor guy really looked embarrassed. "Nope! Not too far! It's Tha Red Raven, were we first me, ' meber? I thought I'd give Rosey's food a try since that small kid ate my meal before! Faster how? Do ya have a motor car hidden somewhere around here? Or somethin' else?..."
He paused his rambling when Tyrell addressed him. When he said he didn't want it to be a date, he frowned slightly, nervous that Rosey was wrong about Tyrell's love preferences. Then he corrected himself and the glimmer of hope started to glow again. Clancy couldn't help but giggle a little "Wow, all this from just my outfit. I could always change if ya like? Would ya feel better if I wore a sack cloth?" he teased, really hoping Tyrell wouldn't say yes to that since he did not have any sack cloths to wear. "I kinda viewed it as a date but that's fine if you don't want it to be, I can understand. And of course i'd still like to go to dinner with you silly, whatcha think i'm standin' here fer?" He reached up and took Tyrell's hand with a smile. "So what's this 'faster way' business you were speakin' about? You got some teleportation skills I don' know bout?"
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye" -K. Jackson Brown Jr.
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