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 Jul 1, 2014 3:29:04 GMT
Recognized? Maeve looked at her for a moment. "Am I s'posed to know yo--Holy whiskers," She tumbled back a step as it clicked. "What happened to the big fancy dress an all that?" her eyes went round and she looked Edel over with a new filter. "You more than one of 'em fancy pants in the Central, I see." She stepped forward again, her eyes returning to normal and her tone lowering to one that sounded less shocked. "G'to see ya again, ma'am."
Post by Stephen Leland on Jul 1, 2014 13:54:45 GMT
Stephen chuckled lightly at Maeve's reaction towards Epikuro. He took another sip of his drink "I suppose you might recognize me now to Miss Blodeuwedd- pardon I believe you told me to call you Mae" he corrected himself.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 1, 2014 16:34:34 GMT
Edelweiss snickered again. She couldn't help it when it was looking like Maeve's eyes had doubled in size. "The fancy dress is back into my closet where it stays any day that's not a holiday." And then a nod. "Nice to see you again too."
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 1, 2014 18:10:38 GMT
Maeve's eyes swiveled between Edel and Stephen and she had to jumpstart her brain to comprehend. "What is a couple of uppity's doin in this side of town? And who are you two then, more fancy-pants having a good ol'time slummin' it with my sort?" She couldn't help but ask when she eyeballed the two unknowns (regis and matches). "No offense," she grumbled afterwards, realizing she probably didn't want to offend them or it might cost her.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 1, 2014 21:53:58 GMT
Ah come on, she couldn't be that much of a shady boss (or at least her legal, not assassin side wasn't that shady) that people working in that very District would have never heard of her before, was she? Edelweiss seriously needed effort to control herself, as to avoid Maeve managed to either kill her from laughing or turn her into a non-stop giggling machine. It took a few seconds of trying to think of non-funny things while she kept a vaguely distracted-looking image on her face till the urge to restart snickering gone away, but at least it did - finally. "We're the same 'sort', Mae. I actually work around here." That was not a lie. "So if I'm not home, it's more common to find me in the district than somewhere else." That being said, her feet were not rooted to that area of Lodan, and sometimes work or herself for any reason also required to be somewhere else. But she was usually there... and about her workers, "And as for my friends, they seems to love the Theater District, or the Theater District loves them, who knows." Anything further than that she'd let them speak for themselves.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
As Mae talked Edel got that blank face she gets when she finds something funny but is trying very hard not to laugh. He had noticed this face since she seemed to get it quite a bit when he talked with her. This would be fun. "Actually I am here for charity work. I secretly love to be kind to others. I have been told that I have a shining heart of gold" he said with a fake dreamy sigh, glancing at Edel out of the corner of his eye to see if he got a reaction out of her with his outrageously incorrect answer.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 2, 2014 3:53:31 GMT
Maeve snorted at that. "O'come on, I remember who you are now. The prissy little rich boy who didn't like people touching his things, amirite?" She glowered at him, charity her butt, but for some reason wouldn't dare to Edel. Something about how everyone else at the table kept looking at the redhead made Mae think she was the real power in the group. "Anyways, one beer, commin' right up" She said, turning heel and getting the fourth drink.
Post by Alexander Treymane on Jul 2, 2014 4:16:26 GMT
Alexander attempts to sneak is way in the tiny little place of being, and he wouldn't of come if didn't have to but Matches threatened to burn all his gloves if he didn't. Not to anyones surprise, it's easy to get Alexander to move by threatening him!
The male climbs into the a seat and rests his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers under-neath his chin to create a platform. There sure are pretty women in here, he thinks to himself, but then again he's here for nothing more then a simply drink. Who knows what might happen after intoxication?
His golden cat-like eyes scan the interior, the pupils growing dimmer as he looks at the lights and people around him. It's too drat bright, he thinks for a moment before being distracted by a piece of linen hanging off of his shirt. He grabs a candle and pulls it over, burning the cloth to a crisp.
Why couldn't he be at home, fluxing liquids with each other, or lifting weights. It simply didn't seem rational to come out here and do nothing. With no body. For no reason.
Post by Stephen Leland on Jul 2, 2014 12:52:05 GMT
Stephen smirked, dropping the façade as Mae went to get the drink "Well she certainly go me; I guess she is smarter then she looks. But I do believe 'prissy' is not the correct word for what I am" he finished with a frown. Noticing Alex's presence he proceeded to ignore him until the man started to burn his clothing. Setting his drink back down he gave Alex a look "I see you are as unhappy to be here as I am. Must you burn your clothes though? I am bored as well but you do not see me setting my clothing on fire" he stated with a disapproving sigh.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 2, 2014 16:51:44 GMT
The reply about being there doing charity did gain a response from the redhead, since she leaned her forehead on her palm and snickered. Thanki you, Stephen, she had been trying to not start laughing; but maybe he knew that and did it on purpose. "Right. Charity. We believe you from the bottom of our hearts." No they don't, see the sarcasm at its finest. Although, she wondered if he remembered he did made a little charity work a few months ago by paying for clothes and cleaning products for a girl from the sewers... but it had been Edelweiss who still had bath and wash the kid in the end, so she wasn't planning on mentioning that. Ever again. "Liking the theater plays is not a sin, you know." Also, it was good for her business. And it surprised her that Stephen didn't noticed, while talking so naturally in there with both Maeve and Alexander, that comparing to the last time they had met Mae he was wearing his eyepatch on the wrong eye. And then Edel gone back to sipping her Ice-Tea.
"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 Jul 2, 2014 17:08:35 GMT
Maeve came back with Regis beer and her eyes zero'd in on the newcomer. Oh no, she did not sign up for this. If they were going to keep multiplying she would never get back to her post at the door. "Last round," she said a little less sweetly than maybe she should have. She stared right at the man with the golden eyes. "What will it be? I aint here to serve ya all drinks so consider this a special favor," she nodded her head in Edel's direction, "for her sake." While she waited for him to give a reply she looked him over and tried to decide if he was another rich boy like Stephen, or a theater district ragdoll like herself? Before she'd even thought the question in her head she dismissed it. Clearly he was too wholesome looking to be a ragdoll. Must be one of their Uppity Central friends.
Post by Alexander Treymane on Jul 2, 2014 17:29:43 GMT
The man looks at the horribly dressed waiter, and assumed it was a joke when she asked him if he wanted something to drink. He didn't even turn his head. No, just looked with his eyes before focusing forwards again. "Are they sending bottom-rats to serve now?" he turns to face the woman. "No, thank you, but I try not to drink." His golden-eye stare burrowed into her gaze. "Though, if you were to have it. Maybe something to sink my teeth into." He turns to Stephan. "Alright, Stephany. Calm down before I go get you some cloth and cotton to stuff your bleeding hole." He turns back towards the counter, resting his chin on his elbow. If he isn't giving off the aura he doesn't wanna be here, well..god dratit he can't try anymore!
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 2, 2014 23:02:39 GMT
"Hm? Oh well, then thanks for your consideration." It had indeed been a question, why was Maeve serving their drinks. Now it was explained, kind of. "Where did the official barman go, by the way? Got locked in the washroom?"
And it seemed like Alexander had forgot his good manners under his pillow that day. Well, so be it, just like it was with Cutthroat, if he started giving reasons to be kicked out of a bar it wasn't Edelweiss who was about to shield his butt.
"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 Jul 3, 2014 2:05:41 GMT
Scratch that wholesome part. Her gaze narrowed on him and if expressions could kill....
"Don't drink, why? You afraid you might lose that piss poor attitude of yours and accidentally turn into a gentleman?" Her expression remained flat. Then she shrugged. "Sure handsome, I'll get you a bite," She said with a fangy smile. She started to leave, paused facing Edel and added, "He might be, I'll check on my way to the kitchen to get your hungry friend something to eat. He can have what Ugly was havin'" She nodded her head toward the front door to indicate Cutty, the one they'd carried out. Looking back over her shoulder she gave a subtle wink to Alex and said. "Be right back."
This was one order Maeve wouldn't mind filling. She went into the kitchens, told the bartender who was washing his hands "Table 8 is mine," with a tone that said he was not to argue under any circumstances. He blinked at her, started to argue, saw the murder in her eyes, and got a worried look in his. "Don't poison our customers Mae, I'll have to fire you, and I like my face the way it is so please don't make me make you hurt me..."
"It aint poison," She reassured him. Picking up a basket of chicken tenders and a cup of dipping sauce, she wet her tongue the best she could and gave a full spit into the cup. With a little toothpick she stirred it in. "Him and his buddy that just left have so much in common, I thought they'd like the same special sauce." With that she carried the items back out to the table, put on a customer friendly smile and plunked the tray down in front of him.
Post by Alexander Treymane on Jul 3, 2014 2:39:41 GMT
Alexander places his hands on the adjacent bicep. He looks around the establishment. It's rather drab in here. Or maybe it just looks too good for him, and then such, looks drag. He looks down at the food before offering a smile at Maev. "Thank you, but are you sure? I'd feel bad if I didn't at least pay...besides, I've taken time and digested the fact that I shouldn't be angry to others, so I apologize for my earlier behaviors." He takes a piece of the hot chicken, tearing apart before popping it in his mouth. He sets the sauce aside, never quite understanding why anyone would want to taint the flavor of meat.
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