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
It took every ounce of her strength to simply not clock the man around the head. She had no doubt in her mind that he probably heard at least a little of her previous encounter naught 10 seconds ago, but for some reason he decided that approaching the lady who obviously doesn't want to be approached was a good idea anyhow.
"Yeah, how about some Valium, or even better, a horse tranq so you can stick yourself with it, along with every other blasted idiot in this city!" she snapped, brows farrowed and glare piercing, she looked over the new source of irritation. Attractive, painfully so with a mop of flaming hair and sending static across her skin. General Anderswelter, a half breed at the very least, and now she thought about it there was probably at least one of them back with the previous group too, but she had been too frustrated to notice. Great, today just continues to bear gifts.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Mulven Renehan on Jun 16, 2015 3:44:50 GMT
Mulven shrugged at the question directed at him. "Didn't catch much, just Something about an old cook with crickets... oh, and something else about wanting some kind of cog. I tried to tell the lady she was headed the wrong way cogs an' such are almost always found in Mingos territory but the lass didn't want to listen so - her problem not mine."
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Jun 16, 2015 3:51:31 GMT
Elaine nodded at his answer. She was a strange woman indeed. Ah! And there she was with Lasair. He'd give her a start that's for sure. With his kind attitude and relentless nature. Elaine watched gleefully from afar. She waved lightly at Lasiar and mouthed good luck to him. Then she turned back to the man, who name he still did not give. Ehh, some people didn't like to hand their names out. And she couldn't blame them. "She acts like an old coot. And a downright irritable one too. But if one does not wished to be helped then they won't. I'm just curious as to what the red-haired one thinks he can do."
Pyre tapped his chin and muttered to himself "Cogs.. cogs.. you say.. AH HA!" the man tipped his head and thanked the group now then this could good for his business. Pyre jogged over to the red headed male and rested his arm on his shoulder. "Drinks sound good but i hear cogs are better?" Still unsure if the information he was given was correct.
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
(lets give Vieka , one hella welcome to lodan in a thief way )
Rava had been watching the whole time , originally she was off to see her love and the person she treasured the most in the world, Mulven. however after seeing this action of this woman transpired , Rava felt she needed to have ..... a few words with this lady.... no body talks to her man like that .
so with that she started to trail the lady from the shadows . blending with with people in the streets , like a master of the art of being incognito when she most wanted to be .
Eryn was left standing there as the lady left after being called a Brat? ..... this had never happened to her before as she stood. it felt like she was hit by one of them things that people carry sometimes ... this left Eryn a bit sad .... but mostly confused "whats a Brat?" she asked as she turned towards the 2 , the man looked black but nice , while the woman she recognized from the theater which she smiled to tell her she remembered her.
she didnt know what to do , but it sounded like one of the thing that she had to tell Stephen and Edelwiess about , maybe they could find out?
skills:
Telekinesis I & II, Aeromancy I, Cryomancy I, Pyromancy I, Gating I, Health I, Kinetics I-III, Toxins I, KF I-III, SF I & II, UC I, TW I
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 17, 2015 0:22:57 GMT
“I could probably find you some,” Lasair commented, rubbing his chin. The outburst from her hadn’t surprised him; people had bad days all the time. And it was his mission to help people out of them. She’d just have to chill out a little to let him.
But then some other new face jumped in, resting his arm around Lasair. A bit friendly, perhaps he was drunk. He said something about cogs, and repeated the word a few times. “I don’t know about cogs, you’d have better luck talking to the people back there.” He pointed to where Elaine and the other people were still standing. He’d prefer to have a conversation with the mysterious lady by himself.
Someone up there is having a right old hoot, gaining much amusement out of her misfortune, aren't they?
Sighing, Vïeka could literately feel the will to live slip from her fingers as she ran said digits over her face and temples. Alright alright, she'll play ball. Clearly she wasn't going to get through this day without having to interact with a special on some level, so let's get it over and done with, hopefully ween something useful out of the drooling masses, then preferably wreck her dads workshop as payback for making her come out into this mess and lock herself up in her study for a year or two.
"This is why you shouldn't ease drop, it makes you sound even thicker then you probably are when you don't get all the facts right." she scowled, dropping her hands from her face and shifting her gaze back and forth between the two. Okay. Deep breath. In. Out. And talk.
"I'm not just looking for some dumb rusted Cogs, those would obviously be found in the merchants district and in case you haven't noticed-" she paused, gesturing to the colourful sight around them, "We're in the theater district. Also known as the Crafting district." she gave a deadpan look. "I'm trying to find ornate Cogs made out of base gold and silver then encrusted with semi-rare gems. Their ornamental, meant for decoration."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Mulven Renehan on Jun 17, 2015 16:03:52 GMT
"Hopefully he's got skin as thick as his hair is tall.... " Ven replied to the girl as far as the redheaded one went. Their other companion, with the scruffy facial hair left their group with a nod and laid himself about the other pair, making it two sets of trios. Then the little one asked what'sa brat.
"What'sa brat? Not you kid, so I wouldn't even worry about it aye?" He tried to be nice, but he felt kids were not his area of expertise and didn't want to break it down for her. What if she cried? Ack - yea no he couldn't deal with that. He patted the child on her head, stuffed his hands in his pockets and began to whistle as he slinks away.
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Jun 17, 2015 16:33:22 GMT
Eryn remembered her. That was nice to know. Elaine snickered lightly as the man's comment. She would have to tell Lasair that one day. Elaine shifted her weight to her other foot and crossed her arms. The new person that had showed up had left them to join Lasair and the woman. He seemed odd to her. She wasn't about to pursue that thought. Elaine felt her interest in everything begin to dwindle. Just then her attention was captured by watching the man interact with Eryn. He didn't seem used to children. But as he walked away she turned to the little girl. "The man was right. Don't worry about what she said she doesn't know what she's talking about. Are you hungry? If you want we can go get a snack or something." Elaine smiled at her. She wouldn't mind doing something nice for the little one. She hadn't ever actually gotten to talk much with her before.
"Are you judging me? Rusty i will have you know i despise the sight of rusty cogs." He was telling the truth rusty cogs were bad for his business that would be the tech he is dealing in is legitimately broken and time is money, then again he had no clue where to find ornate cogs for decoration... Pyre looked at the woman she was bothered being outside and the mass of people seemed to be an annoyance to her. "I tell you what now i can get you some cogs you know the useful kind silver sure, gold a little harder but i could find some in a few days." He looked at her trying to figure out if this could be a sales pitch or another good ol bruise.
Rava managed to get within striking range of her target , she seemed to be talking to someone , a fellow who looked drunk , enough the any shock would make it hard for him to do anything ,that just left the question of how to teach smart mouth not to talk down on people. there is the approach that was direct but it would not be good for the public eye. then she could just pick pocket the lady and lure her away to some dark alleyway and then teach her there. but again it had to be a solid proof plan, which left Rava with one way , scaring her to death , Rava quickly got out a small peace of paper from her journal , and started to write on it with a a new thing called a fountain pen she stole on the way to see her love , she quickly wrote down on the paper the message.
"hello "
"I know what you just did"
"If I where you I would watch what I say, lodan has it ears and eyes open, don't mess with the wrong people or the wrong people will come to you"
with that she folded it up and with that with note in hand she move forward and bumped into the lady and quickly Placed the note into her pocket "oh mirar cuál es su situación!" Rava said in her Native tongue as she pretended to brush herself and move on at a brisk walking pace , quickly going street and around the block.the act was done , Rava started to return to her normal path and started to slowly making her way to visit her love. as well as keeping her eyes open if the lady shouted something
(ok Rava did a reverse pick pocket to Vïeka, enjoy the note )
"what , i can take it " Eryn said as she looked at the man odd " i been called things before , like Meat eater and Dirty mouse , it cant be as bad as Meat Eater ?" now Eryn wanted to know , what is a Brat ? is it a animal or character who was bad. she wanted to know.
skills:
Telekinesis I & II, Aeromancy I, Cryomancy I, Pyromancy I, Gating I, Health I, Kinetics I-III, Toxins I, KF I-III, SF I & II, UC I, TW I
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Jun 18, 2015 13:57:59 GMT
Elaine listened closely to the girl. 'Meat eater? Dirty mouse? What?' Shaking her head briefly she moved on. Her green eyes looked at the persistent little girl. "Fine, a brat is what grumpy, aggravated people call little boys and girls when they bother them. Its nothing more than that." Elaine stopped to judge the girls reaction. She had put it as neatly as she could without stopping to think about it. Only because Eryn was clever and could spot hesitation from a mile away. "And trust me. She is just having a bad day." Elaine once again flashed a quick glance to the woman. Hmm. Hopefully she wouldn't be meeting her in the future. If they did maybe it would be on easier terms.
Vïeka stumbled forward, her expression darkening once again, as her head shot up, glaring daggers at the woman who knocked into her, watching her splutter some nonsense before speed walking away. 'dung, pickpocket?' was her initial thought, quickly digging her hands into her bag to make sure her precious mask was still there. As soon as she felt the leather against her gloved fingertips she relaxed, casually digging through the rest of her bag to see if her coin purse was missing. Nothing gone there. She started checking her coat pockets.
'nothing missing here either?... wait...' she pulled out the note, her eyes scanning it while she casually directed her question to the scruffy brunette talking dung in front of her. "On second thought, just don't open your mouth. apparently you don't need to talk misinformed rubbish garnered out of ease dropping to sound like an idiot." she stated bluntly, a crease on her brow as she tore the note into several pieces, looking back up for the woman, although she'd long dissipated out of sight.
What had she looked like? female, brunette, nothing particularly distinguishing, but Vïeka was never one for remembering faces. She went to throw the torn pieces over her shoulder before thinking better of it, Lodan was already filthy enough, and stuffing them back into her coat pocket to pick out later.
"I said i'm looking for a specific cog encrusted with jewels, not any old silver or gold thing. If your going to listen about as well as being underwater, go actually dunk your head underwater and save me the trouble."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
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