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 Aurelia Voltaire on Oct 2, 2014 23:47:23 GMT
As soon as she was about to turn around and leave a familiar figure approached the boy who stood in front of the headstone. Aurelia tilted her head to the side and wondered what ties Iacomus had with the boy or Tourin. None the less if she was going to start anywhere she might as well start with the people who knew the deceased. Taking a few cautious steps forward making sure her presence was known. As soon as she was in ear shot Aurelia acknowledged Iacomus first.
“It seems Lodan’s serial killer is becoming bolder. Do you agree?”
After these words she looked directly at the grave her brows furrowed, wondering who could possibly be next. It could be anybody. And with such a large city like Lodan, it could happen at any moment.
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Oct 3, 2014 0:23:01 GMT
Iacomus jumped back, but only slightly, tensing his shoulders at the newcomer's voice. Even he, out of all people, seemed to be on edge, and nervous was the last word that anybody would use to describe him. As he saw who it was, however, he relaxed his shoulders, and a small smirk formed once again on his face. "Why, yes, I believe you are correct about that. I must admit, I am surprised to see you here, Aurelia." He smiled down at the intriguing girl, but something in the distance caught his eyes, and he squinted in an attempt to see it in better detail, looking beyond the shoulders of the two around him, and ignoring their presence completely. "I don't believe that woman is drunk..." he murmured to himself, his voice lower now, and quickly, he grabbed the brim of his hat and made his way over to the woman who seemed to be slumped against the gate. He sneered angrily at the spectacle before him, looking down at the woman's corpse. "No. No, this woman is most certainly not drunk, and won't be able to be ever again." He said out loud, then paused. "Not that she would be able to hold the bottle, anyway... That is something rather difficult to do without fingers."
"You have got to be kidding me..." exclaimed Amon as he rushed over to Iaco's side, staring at the body in disbelief. Swearing under his breath, he took out a clockwork bird out of his bag, tapped it a few times with his mechanical hand and spoke to it, "This is Mingo's leader Amon, we have found another body, come to the merchant's cemetery ASAP." A few more taps later, it flew off towards EIRAL headquarters.
"You have a grim sense of timing lady," chuckled Amon, shaking his head at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Robotics III used
(been wanting to do that for quite some time, especially after I hinted at Amon's security system! ^_^ )
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Aurelia Voltaire on Oct 3, 2014 1:50:05 GMT
"Why, yes, I believe you are correct about that. I must admit, I am surprised to see you here, Aurelia."
Aurelia tilted her head to the side wondering why he was surprised to see her at the cemetery, she returned his smirk with a sly smile. However before she could ask Iacomus why he was surprised he walked away from her and the silent boy and made his way over to a slumped body leaning on a gate.
"I don't believe that woman is drunk..."
No. No, this woman is most certainly not drunk, and won't be able to be ever again."
Not that she would be able to hold the bottle, anyway... That is something rather difficult to do without fingers."
Aurelia took a deep intake of breath. Well drat. That son of a gun must have been here during the funeral. Taking a few steps forward toward the dead woman that was on the gate, Aurelia went down in a squatting position, and her arms leaning on her thigh reading the note that was loosely placed in the females hands.
“She was a feline ander…..” Aurelia said this through gritted teeth.
"This is Mingo's leader Amon, we have found another body, come to the merchant's cemetery ASAP."
"You have a grim sense of timing lady,"
Sighing Aurelia rose from her position and looked at Amon.
“Aurelia, Aurelia Voltaire”
With an extended hand and her posture slightly more uptight then when she first entered the cemetery. This just got way more personal.
Max hadn’t paid any mind to the figure slumped over by the graveyard gate. She was too focused on watching the figures in the distance. However, when they turned and walked over to the slumped figure, Max couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for not examining the body more closely.
Taking a step towards the group, Max saw some kind of mechanical bird fly away. She stared at it a moment, but then continued forward until she came up to them and stood slightly behind Iaco.
“I noticed her there as soon as the crowd dispersed. She must have been placed there during the funeral. Probably set up in that position on purpose,” Max commented, surprising a couple of them from her sudden appearance. “I don’t know much about what’s going on, but it looks like she was supposed to leave a warning message,” she added, not batting an eye at the bloody hands.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
So it was another victim of this killer with him. From what he could tell, it was a female. They needed to figure out a way to escape this place before their captor cam back and did God knows what with them. The female made an odd noise and before he could figure out what she meant he felt her collide into his chest. Right after that he felt her hands patting around his stomach and chest, which did nothing but weird him out. "OI OP DAT! OP I! OP I OW!" he huffed out, trying to wriggle away from her, but only managed to hurt himself more since he had a wall right behind him.
Thankfully the girl stopped. As awkward and infuriating her little action was, it at least gave him the information that her bound hands were level with his chest. If he could turn around he might be able to get her bindings undone. Then she could take of these blasted gags so they could convers like normally and not sound like beached walruses. The problem was that he had no room to move. "oov ver" he ordered, hoping she got his message to give him some room.
Oov ver? she wondered, trying to decipher the gagged man's meaning before she made a note of realisation. The thief rocked her body a little to the left before rolling over. "Rrmhm" Ikuze called over, guessing that whoever this was was going to try to untie her instead. Whoever it was was definitely taller than her, assuming that her hands hadn't been lying to her. She felt a wet sensation on her cheek though as she waited for her fellow captive to make their move, and rolled her eyes. Great... pulled open the scab from where that bastard cut me... she mentally grumbled.
Thank the Queen, the girl was at least intelligent enough to understand his command. Getting out of this place would be even harder if he had a dumb bimbo at his side. Stephen rolled over, groaning in pain as a flash of pain shot up his arm and stayed. The pressure from lying on his arm must have dulled the pain. It hurt terribly now. After managing to roll over so that his back was now facing hers he scooted up so that his bound hands could reach her own. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to find her hands. He busied himself with getting a feel for how the bonds were tied. It felt like a triple knot. He worked the knot, trying his best to ignore the painful ache of his right arm.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 3, 2014 5:30:56 GMT
Caitlin tried to hide a yawn behind her hand as she lingered in the grave yard, hoping to avoid any more unfortunate associates of her fathers as the crowd disappeared and the only ones left were a handful of Mingo's tradesmen, or so she assumed thats who the trio was stranding around his tombstone. Even they moved toward the fence and Caitlin finally felt it was safe to leave without drawing any unwanted attention from the nobles. There were two nobles she didn't see here that she had fully expected to... one that was secretly a member of her guild, the other an acquaintance through very rare circumstances. Ikuze she was looking forward to seeing, so she'd have someone to talk to that she actually liked. The Leland fellow she only noticed missing because it was unlike the Lelands to miss anything important that happened in this city, like that time at the rail road station with the Queen.
A gasp came from the gate and a group of people across the street were dodging into shops or picking up the pace as the cleared the road. A mechanical bird flew away from one of the mourners who had been standing in front of the newly filled grave. Something wasn't right. She reacted, not as the baroness, but at the pirate queen rushing headlong into trouble. Caitlin drew up short, her black dress bunched in her fist from lifting it so she could run, when she saw the body between the others and the growing crowd of like minded people such as herself who moved toward it while all else moved away.
"What happened here?" She asked in a voice of shock.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Oct 3, 2014 5:52:40 GMT
"What do I care about some old goats funeral-ow!" Maeve yelped when Sade pinched her arm. She stared daggers at him as she rubbed the sore spot.
"Who do you think comes to our venue and pays to see you sing? CAEsAL? We don't pay ourselves, so show a little respect to your neighbors doll face, they're the ones that pay it to you." He pushed her out of the glorified pub and poked her with a closed umbrella - for just in case it started raining. She seethed the whole way to the merchant district, dragging her feet and taking the longest she possibly could. Her face lit up with victory when they finally arrived only to catch the last of the vistors depart.
"Oh drat, guess we missed the show, c'nnae go home now? I aint had any sleep between rehearsals and gigs in days and could use some real shut ey-" he interrupted her again.
"What do you suppose that is?" He pointed with the tip of his umbrella then recoiled, as if it had only just dawned on him what. Mae squinted at the small crowd.
"I dunno, but I can find out," she said, suddenly gruff and curious, back to her arse kicking old self and done with the petty sleep deprived diva from the club.
"You do what you want, I'm going to, just, go, this way," he said in halting English like he only realized mid speak where he was headed. It wasn't that hard to figure out, he was going any direction but the one she was aimed at.
"Suit yourself, mr. performance coordinator," she mumbled, waving him off and proceeding toward the scene.
Danny had kept digging around, but couldn't find much of anything to go off of. He returned to his hovel just as he saw the Commander approaching.
"Commander. We needa talk. Come inside." Danny spoke as he dropped down from the rooftops. He led the way around his hovel to its hidden back entrance. "This way please... the front's booby trapped." He quickly went inside and waited for the Commander before he continued speaking. "I got some bad news fer ya. 'ave you 'eard'a a group called Magicae Incolentium? Course ya 'ave... yer the 'ead of EIRAL. Anyways, I been doin' some diggin' fer the killer an' 'eard M.I. pop up every once in a while. Seems like one'a the reasons they ain' done nothin's 'cause they've been leaderless, but tha's changed. An' from what I 'ear, if EIRAL don't do somethin' about the killings, they're takin' matters inta their own 'ands." Danny paused to let what he was saying sink in before continuing. "I've gotta feelin' the killer'll go after one'a the 'igh an' mighty again. Someone prominent. It migh' be Cait, 'cause I'm thinkin' this killers the one who attacked 'er. She woulda been the first victim ta start this whole thing, wit Tourin as a backup. So wha' I'm 'opin' ya can do is this. Send guards ta protect all'a the nobles, then you, me, an' whoever else ya think's gonna work do a full city sweep fer 'im. We're bound ta find some trace'a the killer if we do." Danny adjusted his hat and goggles on his head. "An' if ya don' like tha' plan, then we use me as bait. I'm a full blown kitty cat, ya know. Migh' be a good idea... an' I gotta couple aces up my sleeves if things get 'airy."
Of course the front was booby trapped, he thought sarcastically. He shook his head and followed the kid into the adequately sized hovel. He did a small lap around the living room as the kid talked. He was considering any options at this point, but protecting the Nobles was always part of the plan. If he didn't send some, they would soon start screaming. Little did he know that the kids would duck their protectors and go off on their own, to get kidnapped. If he had, it wouldn't help the ulcer that was slowly starting to develop.
"Wait," he said, spinning around to face Danny. Something she said had apparently sparked the Commanders interest and gotten his full attention. "Why would the killer go after Cait. The killer only goes after Anders and she...." The black stain on the couch, the crazy witch doctor, that other boy's insistence that he was a better donor. Skye could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, could feel it pumping in his chest. He had to sit down, the room was spinning and there was a cold tingling just behind his ears. No, there was a mistake here, the killer had made a mistake in choosing her at all...but the killer hadn't made a mistake yet. He was proving to be quite the mastermind. He was meticulous in choosing his victims, in choosing his trophies, and then there were the letters.
He'd known from the beginning that this kid was an Ander. Not that he'd known what type. Had he cared? But Cait? The Woman who held his heart in her hands, and he was seeking her hand in marriage. What was he going to do, what if anyone found out. At least one person had, and now that person was bound to be looking for her again. God, had things certainly turned upside down. From pure hate, to love. He had to get to her, and protect her, he'd saved her once, he wasn't going to lose her again. That's when another thought struck him.
"This killer..." he began weakly. He was still in somewhat of a haze. He cleared his throat and continued. "He can't be happy that I stopped him from finishing his first kill, what if both of us become the bait. The Commander of the EIRAL and an Ander, challenging him to come for them. It's just a guess, but his letters, and his kills. It's like he thinks he's better than us all." If the killer even was a he. What if the killer was a female instead?
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Oct 3, 2014 13:30:29 GMT
Elaine noticed a crowd gathering at the gate. What's going on now? She turned and began to walk towards the commotion. "Elaine? Where are you going?" Her mother spotted her. "I'll be right back! Just going to talk to somebody." Slipping away from her mother's clinging arms she approached the back of the crowd. Everyone was taller than her. She tried asking people to move, then tried jumping, but only succeeded in tiring herself out. A couple in front of her must have gotten a look at the scene because they recoiled. The woman placing her hand over her mouth in disgust. The man just ushered her away. Seizing her opportunity Elaine squeezed through the gap that they left and right out into the front of the group. The sight that greeted her was horrid. A female ander, missing her fingers, slumped against the fence. Oh..... No.... The day was already morbid as it is, now this? She wasn't as sick as the woman was but it still made her stomach hurt. The fact that it was an ander and this was all in spite. Her claws? Shaking her head Elaine turned and ran. Going home to change and then to nowhere in particular. She might go down to the docks. Just get away from this stuff.
Thank the Queen, the girl was at least intelligent enough to understand his command. Getting out of this place would be even harder if he had a dumb bimbo at his side. Stephen rolled over, groaning in pain as a flash of pain shot up his arm and stayed. The pressure from lying on his arm must have dulled the pain. It hurt terribly now. After managing to roll over so that his back was now facing hers he scooted up so that his bound hands could reach her own. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to find her hands. He busied himself with getting a feel for how the bonds were tied. It felt like a triple knot. He worked the knot, trying his best to ignore the painful ache of his right arm.
Ikuze flinched a little when the person's hands touched her own. They felt... smooth... but with some callouses here and there. Obviously someone who worked, but not enough to develop rough hands. The callouses seemed to focus round the fingertips though... she thought back to her own fingers and how they were roughed up around her own fingertips from her guitar playing. These didn't have the same string indent though... no, these were something else...
The thief could feel her bonds slackening and was about to give them a test tug for freedom when she heard something... the turn of a key. "Mmmph!" she said, trying to warn her counter-part, rolling away from him and landing on her back to cover her slackened hands. The door creaked open, making the thief grimace. Great, even if we get free and pick the lock, the damned door will give away the fact we're getting out.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 4, 2014 5:59:51 GMT
Danny narrowed his eyes at Faolin Skye. "You don' mention this ta Cait. Seems like ya figured somethin' out, an' tha' somethin's not somethin' she wants bein' spread around. You don' think she's anythin' but what she says she is. Ya let on otherwise, an' ya'll be my next sword. She'll tell ya when she's ready. If she's ready." Danny took a deep breath.
"If we're gonna catch the killer, get somebody ta watch Cait first. Keep 'er safe. Second, we're gonna need backup in case it goes sour. Ya got anybody ya can trust ta pull us outta the fire. An' I mean both'a us. I don' wanna be left 'igh an' dry fer takin' a gamble on ya Big Blue." The boy adjusted his hat before continuing. "If we're gonna make a plan work, ya might as well know wha' I can do. I'ma decent sword fighter... I gots some speed boosts an' some sky hoppin' I can do... An' I can conjure demons an' the undead. 'Ope Ya can work wit tha'." Danny fell silent to await the man's response. The biggest thought in his head was simply 'Forgive me, Caitlin.'
Zona walked about the now empty streets of the city, nearly everyone was either at home or at the funeral of Tourin "termite" Might. Zona never liked going to funerals and felt it would be weird if she went to one where she didn't even really know the guy, so instead she wondered the empty streets wondering what is to happen next in this hell hole of a city. After a bit of time she decided it would be best if she headed back home, besides Tilly would be wanting something to eat by now and Jay would be ripping something up, but as she began her way back she heard something, something not right. Suddenly she felt a presence behind her, but before she could turn around to see who it was, a siring pain of the edge of a blade came shooting out from the middle of her back, then something large and hard to the back of the head. Everything went black.
When Zona started to come to she felt... different. Not only did the pain in her back increase tremendously, but her hands and feet were tied, she was blindfolded and gagged, and it felt as thought a pain was coming from her wings, which for some odd reason were out and not hiding beneath their tattoos. It also felt as though she was being carried. Then the sound of an old, rusty, creaky door sounded, and the sound of other muffled people came into her ear shot, just then she felt as though she was weightless, as thought she was in the air, which she was. Who ever it was that kidnapped her, most likely the killer everyone had been talking about, had thrown her in the air and into, what she was guessing an enclosed room. She hit the floor hard and the pain in her wings shot up like rockets, whatever the kidnapper did to her when she was out, he did majorly to her wings.
All Zona could do for the moment was lay on the floor and groan a bit. The sound of the creaky door sounded again, but this time sounded like it slammed shut.
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