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 Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 29, 2014 17:17:05 GMT
OPEN TO EVERYONE (mainly CAEsAL)
A single figure walked down the street against the current of people walking in the opposite direction, simple and dark but clean clothes and a beret hiding the eyes from view. Their feet turned around and headed towards a specific stabilishment spotted almost at the corner of the street, using the chance to check the list on the notebook they were carrying. Coughing noise, the scent of tobacco didn't very well to the lungs either; that was quite a seedy place among what could be found at the Theater District, but second the information the woman they were looking for should be working in there at that time of evening.
A hidden bell rang when the entrance door was open to pass through, and there was a bit of a sigh before the voice called: "Maeve Blodeuwedd!". Another double-check on the list to make sure that was the right place, then find a seat or lean against a wall and now wait. If this Maeve lady was really interested in the official afilliation offer she had received so long ago, that was the call for it.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jun 29, 2014 21:00:23 GMT
Fridays and Mondays she worked at a little corner bar barely bigger than most dinning rooms - for people that had dinning rooms. Thats where she'd run into and met Matches, Regis, and a gent named Stephen earlier this week. Then, on Saturdays and Sunday nights she worked a double late in an "underground" night club so far down in the bottoms of the theater district that she really doubted it was all that necessary to play cloak and dagger with the front entrance, or maybe the whole point of that was to avoid taxes. She didn't know, didn't care.
It was Saturday night, and the bar had been open a grand total of two hours so far. Already she'd earned her meager pay by tossing out a half dozen Black Wolves gang members, and sent another two dozen to a seedy apothecary (since none of the patrons at this establishment could afford a real doctor). The place had cleared out about then, but was slowly filling back up again. They kept in business by promoting the most alcohol content for your Europium, but if anyone asked her that was a terrible idea since more content meant more belligerent guests. Of course that was also what kept her in business so why complain?
She heard her name being called for - again - and turned with a roll of her eyes. Instinctively she flexed her fingers and popped a kink out of her neck. "What will it be, boss?"
*black wolves gang referenced from the Archives: fav.me/d4m6o5w
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 30, 2014 1:22:06 GMT
".....Wow." Was the next word, if one could even call that wooing rabbit-like noise a word, that was emited. Maeve wasn't really a tall woman, and in fact even the redhead that leaded CAEsAL was visibly taller than her, but she was still around the very messenger's height and Maeve's petite frame didn't make her less intimidating from the guy's point of view. At least atitude was something she had, but he hoped he didn't end that night crawling back home after a kick on his family jewels. He knew there were others around, but none being visible didn't inspire much of a safety feeling into him; at the very least this was a trial of the open kind, not one of those underground ones the other informants loved to brag about assisting sometimes so it's not like that woman would be prone to scratch him off the map, right? Right? "Well--- Ahem," Cleaning throat. "The boss sent me here to check if you're still interested on her offer of being officially afiliated to CAEsAL or not, since your presence by the main theaters was still not spotted up to this day."
"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 Jun 30, 2014 2:11:58 GMT
Maeve blinked at the man. Boss? CAEsAL, Theater? She had to shake her groggy head trying to remember where the offer had come from and if it was legit or not. Then she remembered, the Jubilee, a fancy pants in a skirt had extended her the offer. At the time, the woman was accompanied by a jester. "And I'm supposed to believe you because...?" Maeve asked flatly, even though he probably was telling the truth, since very few people had been in Lelands library to overhear. Certainly not this whelp of a man. She would have remembered him. At least she thought so anyway.
"I've been busy trying to earn enough coin for the big guys visit in the merc. district, you know." She excused herself. It wasn't like she could up and leave her job for the sake of an interview. These people were mob people. They weren't very reasonable about you wanting out.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 30, 2014 2:23:50 GMT
"I've got the patch to prove where I'm from, but that's about it." He pulled his own jacket around a bit, then sighed before fully took it off to show the golden geared key symbol of CAEsAL stitched very visibly on the back of the fabric. "And look, Miss, I didn't come here just to annoy your arse and you don't need to believe me. People comment you're good at the job and you caught the boss' attention so she asked me to check if you're interested in the offer or not. If you are then you just have to answer some questions now and someone will come watch you working for a couple days, and after then you'll receive a patch and get all benefits, easy-peachy. And if you're not interested you just have to say so and I'll strike your name off the list."
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jun 30, 2014 2:53:40 GMT
her heartbeat quickened and she spoke rapidly "No dont- don't scratch me. I am," she cleared her throat and slowed down. "I am interested. in the offer." It was a pretty big deal to get into one of the five guilds of Lodan, Only about 20 % of the city could actually claim affiliation and that made them elite, (even the ones that couldn't make their claims openly, because their guild was rife with illegal activities). She wanted to be apart of that 20%. She wanted to be special in some way, to feel important and like her life mattered.
Post by Stephen Leland on Jun 30, 2014 3:02:01 GMT
Talk of a new recruit had reached his ears. It was always interesting to see the strange people CAEsAL was trying to recruit these days. Though he was still somewhat new, he had been a member long enough to have seen a few recruits come and go. Wonder who it was this time. He was standing outside the main building, biding his time as he waited by skinning an apple with one of his clean knives. "Ya know, some people wuld kill ta eat that stuff yer throwing away, Triune" said a horse voice from beside him. Stephen did not even flinch; he was used to people creeping up behind him now. A certain tolerance you gained when you were in a guild full of assassins.
"Bones, you know I could beat you in a hand to hand fight. So it is unwise to threaten me" he replied with a dull voice. A sort of wheezy noise emitted from the frail figure next to him "Ah was only jokin', Triune. Ah see yer as stiff necked as evah" Stephen finished cutting away the peel and flicked the twisted strand at Bones "There, now leave me alone. You smell like dog excrement.." he muttered, scrunching up his noes some. "Thank ya kindly. Ah don be shooin' me away! I came 'ere to keep ya som' comnay!" Bones wheeze-laughed again, plopping down to sit on the curb. Stephen made a face "Please do not act as if we are friends" he took a bite of the apple, frowning some at the taste "What is the news on this new recruit?" "She's tha bar lass down at tha ol' pub. I her she be gitin' ah simple trial since she already bash head on a daily basis" Bones replied, nodding his head in the direction or the bar. "Oh. Her" this was going to be interesting. Annoying, but interesting.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 30, 2014 3:05:54 GMT
"..." Wow, that had been a quite fast change of posture. Not that he had anything to complain of that. Then the pen tip moved from hovering over Maeve's name to placidly land on the blank space of paper that was left below it. "Alright then, it should just take a few moments. If there's a brawl or anything you can go attend to it as well, as long as you come back... Anyway, first question: how old are you and how much time of working experience do you have?"
Back in the backstage side of the Main Theater, things are monotonous enough that people are not seeing much to do besides taking care of their own business or, while in lack of it, listening to others' talk. Edelweiss was in-between those both at the moment. "You're both right and wrong at the same time, boys. We'll indeed have a trial for a new batch of newbies soon, in about a couple days. But the case of our little Maeve is just a normal light trial for our open business - questions about her bouncer work and such. She's strong but innocent like a baby still compared to our job here, so regarding her I'm just intending to keep an eye open and hone her a little. Maybe someday she'll be ready for what it takes being down here, but I don't think she'd handle carrying this sort of inner demons still."
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jun 30, 2014 3:12:54 GMT
Seemed standard enough. She shifted her weight and answered the question, nervous about whether or not she'd be good enough to get in, even though he'd started off with the basics. "I'm 24, been working this gig and others like it since I was 15". The sound of shattered glass rang out behind her and she held her breath, waiting for her name to be called for. Sometimes it was and she had to do her duty. Sometimes it wasn't and breaking glass and pool sticks and darts embedded in random peoples hands were all just casual banter. At least in this pub, the other one she worked in those would all be grounds for a swift exit. No call came so she tested out a shaky smile before dropping it back into her normal cleaver-face. She wasn't one for smiling, it was a rare thing and not something she could fake while nervous.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 30, 2014 3:21:14 GMT
"Almost 10 years working already then... Next, you mentioned doing other gigs so what else do you do?" Of course, 'honing' Maeve a little meant at least a tiny bit of action and dung hitting the fan, but it was not his problem. The boss had only left him in charge of holding the notebook, asking the questions and noting down answers or any handy comments, which was an utterly innofensive work for both himself and the woman he was presently interviewing. Any mess would come from the others, and not to kill, just to check if she was indeed good or not.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Stephen Leland on Jun 30, 2014 3:32:12 GMT
Bones looked up at Edel "Epikuro, can we give Triune another trial. He said something 'bout me smellin' bad and he punched ol' Cutter right in tha face I heard. 'e's a pill. Maybe if ya sent 'im on a mission to do away, I don know, tha Kraken-" "Oh blow off Bones! First of all, that thing does not exist from what I can tell and Secondly, that would be a suicide mission!" "Not last I checked. Parently ya can kill it if ya got 'Tha helmet of invisibility from Hades, winged sandals from Hermes and wisdom from that lady Athena and tha severed head of Medusa 'erself. Sounds pritty eas-" "Stop Joking around!" Stephen snapped, not letting Bones finish. That man always gave him headaches. "So that is it? You have to have some sort of inner demon to get into CAEsAL?" he was not quite sure if he even had inner demons... well, if you included the Ander blood, maybe; but that was only from and Anti-Ander's point of view.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 30, 2014 4:03:14 GMT
"Yes, Bones, Stephen punched Cutty, so the one who could have reasons to punch him back is Cutty; certainly not me. And you know as well as me the members here only face a most two Trials, one to get in and one to get out, and while in the first one you either join or die, in the second you only die (or maybe escape if you're almightly godly good). Stephen didn't do anything to warrant a second trial, Bones, so I suggest you go take a shower to sober up." She was looking more at the blotter of papers in her hands than at them though, but it wasn't because she was ignoring them nor anything like that. She's glaring at the papers. Goddamned infraestructural paperwork, she does not like you.
"'Inner demons' is a metaphorical way to put it, of course. But people join us by killing someone and living with it upon their shoulders, so it's not like we're filled with rainbows and flowers and angels playing trumphets. You can choose to think you just killed a monster, or that you are the monster, or both - no one can judge which answer is the rightest, after all all here are equal on that."
"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 Jun 30, 2014 5:41:13 GMT
Maeve squinted her eyes at the interrogator. "Is this about the coat rack thing? Because I told them once and I'll say it again, I wasn't stealin' nothin' I was earning honest tips, that's all." She stood up tall and as imposing as she could, which, for her height she was pretty darn good at it.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 30, 2014 5:49:58 GMT
"...No." He replied with a raised eyebrow, clearly having no clue what she was even talking about. And that he was currently finding her to be pretty skittish and a tad bit strange. "I meant what else did you work with for a living and what talents do you have. For example bodyguarding, being a waitress, delivering packages and doing errands, etc." But work was work, so he still noted it down. 'Coat rack thing for tips'. "Just three questions missing now. This one might sound silly though - does your current job offer any kind of insurance in case of health or family problems?"
"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 Jun 30, 2014 6:04:29 GMT
she nodded along to all the examples of work he listed. Yes, she could do that, Yes she could do that too, Yes that too. But insurance? She looked behind her a second at the manager behind the bar. He was cleaning a glass and eyeing her sternly. She turned back toward the questioner. "If by health and family insurance you mean 'e won't kill 'em if I mess up, then yeah thats part of our sign on deal, cept I have no family to kill so no worries there." That was a lie. She had a sister, but she'd be drated if she told the barmen about Clairee. She might resent her little sister, but she wasn't about to make her a target. If anyone was going to make Clair's life a living hell, it would eventually be Mae, and if anyone else dared try - she'd make them pay personally.