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 Iacomus Lerwick on Oct 24, 2014 1:41:04 GMT
"The wanted poster..." Iacomus hissed as his eyes shot open, and his irises moved to the side to look at the preforming Ikuze without moving his head. This continued for a few moments before his noticed how strange that must of seemed, and composed himself. He remembered something about a wanted poster... But he took another sip of his drink. However, even though it was not the reason for any of the goings on just yet, the Mad Rook was correct. Iacomus could not hold his liquor, and he knew it. But the wanted poster... No, he decided to just forget it for the time being, and he stood up as well in an attempt to join in the celebration.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Oct 25, 2014 2:47:20 GMT
She'd raise her glass to that, and she did, clinking it against the others and tipping her head back as she poured the liquid down her throat. "bones" as he was being called, said something about a wanted poster and her interested was momentarily piqued till she thought about it a second longer and realized no one she knew of was on any such posters and so the gossip would be dry to her ears. Ikuze got back up for another set and Mae hooted and hollared like a giddy fan girl.
Post by Mad Rook Madiggan on Oct 25, 2014 22:34:31 GMT
Wanted poster? Maybe he was on it... he'd have to check later. But for now, Rook grinned at Mae before he crouched down and tapped his shoulders. "Hop on! Should get the best view in the house from there, right?"
Ikuze smirked as she heard the hollers and screams of the crowd, in particular from the red-head at the bar. A quick glance at Sade showed that there was still time for one more number before the next act... The girl smirked as she gave a small signal to the band as well as the lighting crews, who all nodded in turn. With a brief pause she let the audience cool down a little from her last number, the thief cracked her knuckles, took a quick drink from some water placed in an alcove on the stage, rolled her shoulders back, and then burst into a second song.
She liked this number in particular for one simple reason. It let her show off how much control and skill she could bring out from her fingers on her instrument. In this place and time, on this stage, Ikuze was akin to a god. When the guitar solo ended, the stage plunged into darkness, with only her voice echoing out across the bar, before the lights plunged back into being as the music resumed beside the vocals. At the end of the number, the wigged girl took one look out across the audience, smirking as she stood there breathlessly before throwing a cheeky wink out at them.
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Nov 7, 2014 0:03:22 GMT
Iacomus watched with a grin on his face at the performance, taking another sip and finishing off his glass. He continued to watch as he ordered a smaller, much stronger drink in a cup barely the size of his thumb. The woman sang the last note and it rang throughout the space, and suddenly, a memory tugged at the back of his mind. "Forget you were ever here. Forget you ever saw her." Iacomus knew that voice. He had heard it before. He grit his teeth and clutched the tiny cup between is long fingers so tightly that cracks braced the glass walls.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Nov 10, 2014 16:54:45 GMT
Mae's eyes were on the tension between Iaco's fingers. It was hard to miss, or it was after one felt the waves of tension coming off of him and charging the air around them with static. He felt like a storm ready to rip the clouds open and pour rain. Something wasn't right, and she watched the steely gaze he had on her friend. Wanted poster? Was Ikuze wanted for something? It didn't matter to Mae, this man wasn't going to be left alone with her for a minute. She'd make sure of that.
"Hop on! Should get the best view in the house from there, right?" The ginger offered with a cheeky grin.
"How about I just give you credit for trying?" She asked with an equally bright grin - trying to bring back the atmosphere. "toasts instead?"
Post by Mad Rook Madiggan on Aug 12, 2015 6:13:41 GMT
Rook affected a wounded frown. "Ow, Red. You hurt me, you really do. As if I had anything but the most noblest of intentions." Rook waggled his eyebrows at the red headed dancer as he finished his sentence before letting out a huff, followed very closely by a grin the size of the queen's palace. "You're alright, Red. Drinker and wit sharp as a whip. Or that might just be the beer muddling my fanciful brain."
He picked up another drink... what was this? Three? Seven? He couldn't remember... what did it matter? "Bones! It's a bloody bar, not a rage cage. Get the spoon out of your backside and live a little." Rook swung a lazy backhand at Iaco's chest and glared at him. Why couldn't the creep just have fun?
He turned back to Red, all sunshine and good times again. "Serious talk, Red. What are you doing up there? You don't seem like the dancing type."
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Aug 12, 2015 6:51:22 GMT
She gave him an encouraging wink and likewise nudged the angry man in his ribs to loosen him up. Rook swung around to her again and dove right in. She listened closely, leaning in to hear him over the range of notes coming out of Ikuze's guitar. Then she gave a good natured laugh.
"I have a type?" She raised her brows, then took a swig, enjoying both the strong flavor and scent. "I don't know Rook, what type do I seem like?" She teased. She clinked her glass against his and waited, sipping on hers while he came up with an answer.
Post by Mad Rook Madiggan on Aug 12, 2015 7:08:41 GMT
Rook took a swig of his beer and shook his head. "Nu-uh. I'm not walking into that trap." He waggled his eyebrows behind his mug before setting it down. "Alright, alright, twist my arm why don't you? Yeah, Red, you're a type. Not the dancing singing diva type that you're dolled up like. You're talking and drinking like one of us. One of the common rabble that stops by places like this to pretend we're better than we are. Well, most of them, anyways. I'm the best thing that's walk into this joint, present company excluded, and I'll wreck anyone that tries to tell me otherwise."
Rook took another big gulp of his drink with a completely serious look on his face before breaking into a fit of giggles and a goofy smile. "I'm just ribbing you, Red. You just don't seem like the dancing sort."
Ikuze gave the audience a small bow, leaning over more than she strictly needed to which gave the members in the front row of tables a lovely view which they appreciated immensely, much to the chagrin of their fellow's ears. With her part done, she turned and headed back behind the curtain to make way for the next entertainer for the evening, stowed her guitar away, then made her way back to the bar with Maeve and the others. "So, ginger here managed to convince you yet that you're all the world to him, or does that come after a few more drinks?" the wigged girl asked the red-head with a smirk as she plopped her backside down on a stool, and promptly put her fingers into her drink, mainly to let the ice cubes in them cool her down a little. "Steel strings. Gotta love and hate the bastards. Love cus they give the best sound in my opinion, and hate cus they hurt like hell when you ain't using 'em." the guitarist explained before she took a mouthful of the same drink.
Post by Mad Rook Madiggan on Sept 13, 2015 7:18:07 GMT
Rook shook his head at the wigged woman. "Sorry to disappoint ya Zukes, but nobody in the worlds more important to me than me. If ya don't look out for number one, who's gonna do it for you, eh?" Rook's expression was somber as he spoke without the jovial melody of his previous statements. "And I'm the type'a guy who'll tell you straight up, when it comes to me and other folks, I come first. Same should be said for you. Can't be putting anybody before yourself, or you're just going to be screwed." Rook took a swig of his beer and made a disgusted face.
"Great... I can already feel my buzz going. 'ey! Barkeep! Give me something stronger! No, no, not a beer! Give me one of those Svede vodkas or something!" Rook plopped his back against the bar and rested his elbows on the counter top while he waited for his drink. Of course Zukes would ruin his buzz. The night was going too well otherwise.
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