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 Stephen Leland on Jun 30, 2014 15:08:57 GMT
Bones cackled, putting up his hands in defense "Al' right, Al right. I'll leave." He got up, finishing the peel "Ya stay outta trouble, ya 'ear me, Triune!" Turning he walked away, a smirk on his bony face. Stephen stared him for a moment "Could I get a restraining order or some kind of repellent spray for that one?" he asked with a displeased voice, taking another bite out of the apple with a sigh. The inner demon part made sense now. He supposed he fell into the 'view it as killing a monster' category. Walking over he glanced at the paper in her hand "Anything I can help with? I am bored."
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 30, 2014 16:37:05 GMT
"Alright then." He quickly scribbed about the other gigs she comfirmed to doing and then he marked that last asked question as a 'no'. It wasn't much of a surprise though, among the unnoficial people only some very lucky (or blackmailed) rarities replied with a 'yes' when asked if they received any kind of insurance from their jobs. "Is there any benefit you'd like to receive from CAEsAL upon becoming afiliated? Like stabilished vacations, paid trips to a dentist, food coupons - whatever, but just one please." A little ways behind them, there was a duo of drunkward guys 'dueling' with umbrellas stolen from the hangers (along the already expected half-unintelligible blabbering and drunken blashemous swearing). One was using his as a club and sloppily slamming it around and hitting everyone on the way to his target - someone was going to lose an eye sooner or later at that rate - while the other wobbled using an open umbrella as shield and another closed one as a rapier, apparently delluded about being a medieval knight of sorts surrounded by 'pheasants'.
Epikuro laughed. "He annoys you because you mind it. Ignore him for a while or just pretend you don't care he'll go away." She didn't think Bones was all that bad, just a wee bit... 'special' on the head. Albeit yes, he could be annoying and she was aware of that too. "If you want to help me with paperwork, I thank you. I'm as bored as yourself at the moment. You could also join the trialing team that watches the newbies 3 days from now, though" snickers "I find the mental image of you joining that rules creepy chanting to intimidate them a little hard to believe."
"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 23:51:16 GMT
"I've tried ignoring him. It is extremely hard when he breaths his fish breath in your face" he replied back with a dull voice. "Not a problem" he offered his hand to take some of the papers from her. At her last comment he gave her an incredulous look "I could certainly help over see the trials but I will not participate in the other frivolous 'rituals.' I see no point I doing some chant when I can just intimidating them by just standing there and glaring at them."
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 1, 2014 1:37:52 GMT
"That is exactly what I'm talking about." She told with a snicker and a nod. Yes, that was why imagining Stephen doing comical things didn't tend to seem believable.
"You should be aware by now that they don't see you glaring at them. At least until the hoods come off they won't be seeing anyone's eyes..." She separated a few papers that didn't actually need her signature or anything other than a simple note or stamp for aproval and passed it to the eyepatched lad. "...Though that part is more for our safety than intimidation."
"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 1, 2014 3:20:10 GMT
Food or dental.... She could care less about vacations. What was she supposed to do with idle time? She needed to earn a living first, then she could worry about living it. But what would be the best answer, food stamps or dental? She'd never had a solid medical expert of any kind -dental or otherwise- check to see that she was healthy. She unconsciously bared her teeth at the questionnaire, wondering if her teeth were damaged.
"Dental?" she answered at last, but didn't sound all that certain. The ruckus behind them grew louder and she gave an exasperated sigh. "One moment please," she excused herself politely. Yeah, she knew the word please. She knew how to use it too.
Maeve made an about-face and marched toward the three drunkards sparring. Her boss was still pouring drinks behind the bar, enabling these fools to behave this way, but she knew if she didn't act soon, they'd be sending another handful to the apothecary and although it was somewhat good for business (they scratched the apothecary's back, he scratched theirs) anything in excess was a bad thing - and they'd lose business.
"Break it up," she said calmly and of course everyone ignored her. She shrugged, asking was merely a formality anyway. One moment she was standing cool and collect the next she was striking out, snatching the pool stick from one bloke while knocking the wind out of him with a swift kick to the gutt. She raised her empty hand behind her head and blocked an oncoming strike from behind with her forarm. Maeve snorted and turned around. "So predictable," she tsk tsked the less-than-sober duo staring at her uncertainly. The first man had recovered his breath and now she was in the middle of all three. She might have worried, if she wasn't 99% sure the lot of them were so drunk they were seeing her in triplets as well.
"Time to call it a night boys, turn in your toys and turn toe toward the door all nice like." Two of them actually did. Not everyone was a bruiser. The third though, he was just getting started.
"No." He told her, a heavy slur to the singular word. Oh classic.
"Are you sure?" She asked him.
"No.... wait... Yes," he answered and she grinned. That's the way she liked them!
"Wrong answer," Mae replied and swatted him across the face with the pool stick she stole from his friend. then she brought it back around to strike the back of his knees and buckle him to the floor. His nose was bleeding and he covered it with both hands. "How about now? Ready to leave?" She asked. His friends stood by the door watching. Neither moved to help him.
"Yes," he replied though his voice was muffled by the hands covering the lower half of his face.
"Oh you'll be fine, just tip your head back as you walk home and it'll quit bleedin' before ya know it." She snapped her fingers at his friends and pointed to him. "You gonna help him or what?!" They weren't sure what the right answer was but they came anyway and scooted him out the door as fast as they could in case she got frisky with the pool stick again. Maeve looked back at the bartender, he shrugged, which she took as a good sign. Dropping the stick she went back to the interviewer. "Now, where were we?"
Post by Stephen Leland on Jul 1, 2014 13:29:47 GMT
Stephen looked over the paper, reading the information as he answered Epikuro "Well, you see, I have been working on trying to burn holes through thinks by just staring at them. That would be a nice skill to have. Alas, I can not quite master the technique" he half-joked, to bored to care that he was attempting to be humorous. "So who all are these recruits? Do we get to pick and choose who to watch during the trial?"
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 1, 2014 16:31:19 GMT
"'Dental care', noted down." The messenger scribbed and then looked back for somewhere to lean on an wait while Maeve dealt with the brawling mess that was happening. One thing to be said, she was fast... and looking at the one with the bleeding nose... wait did that guy get actually hit that bad, for real? He had to take a deep breath to avoid bursting out laughing at that; once they were headed back poor nosebleeding dude would probably claim oh so firmly that he was going easy on Maeve... which might be true but also had equal chances of not being. Whichever way it was, the woman caused a reasonably good impression. And also the impression it was a good thing his agreed job that night was just asking her questions. "How much are you presently being paid for your services?"
The redhead let out a short laugh. "Well ask for lessons on Pyromancy I during this next time the Skills Merchant visits, or for a version without magic ask Matches to teach you that." And she started fussing amid the papers she was still holding for the one that had information on the new batch of newbies to come to show it. There were 3 once again, one woman called Agnes and the other two were men (like the majority of 'workers' of that profession were anyway). "Yes you can pick who you watch, but once that is set there'll be no switching so choose wisely. Mainly because if the one you're watching fails, you'll have to deal with them - that tends to leave a bitter taste." Stephen had been a very lucky newbie in that aspect, since everyone in the trio he had been stuck in passed the trial so neither him nor Addison nor Alexander had seen what happened to who messed up too much and received a failed grade. But that wasn't always the case... well, it wasn't like any of the people being trialed received the 'chance' for a trial without having any kind of 'previous experience', so it wasn't like any of them were saints in a slaughterhouse either.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 1, 2014 21:38:42 GMT
boy this man sure asked a lot of questions. She hesitated to answer, feeling the glare of her boss on the back of her neck. "I think we're out of time," She frowned at the CAEsAL representative. It was one thing to have personal conversations while working, it was another entirely to discuss the merits(or lack there of) of her current employer with a future employer right in front of the mans face.
"I always knew Matches had a frightening stare.." Stephen glanced up from the papers to look at Epikuro as she talked about the trials "I am fine with anything. The fact that these recruits had been chosen must mean that they have committed violent acts already so I will have no problem with silencing them" he stated matter of factly with a blank expression. Turning back to the papers he finished them quickly. Holding up the first one he relayed the information "An informer by the names of Marcus Wright has apparently given inaccurate information multiple times. The people who have been misinformed think he needs to be looked into about possible involvement with the Queen's guard." holding up the next paper "Repairs needed for west wing. Price is circled on the bottom" changing to another paper "This group claims to have ran out of stage make up, they are requesting some money to buy new make up and possible new costumes for the next upcoming show" he turned back to her "Is this the same group that put on Macbeth not too long ago?"
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 2, 2014 0:42:03 GMT
To that there was just a small smile, and then the pen descended for a few extra notes. "Good answer." And then the notebook was stuck back into his jacket. "Up to now it's good to go. Just a reminder, someone else will come to see you working for a few days. Good luck." "I'm pretty sure it is the same group, yes." She seemed to think for a couple seconds. "They have been interpreting a lot of the classic plays lately."