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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 19, 2015 20:02:34 GMT
Gently nudging the guy with overly large hair away, Lasair finally remembered the place he was trying to think of. It was an old shop, but they did have all sorts of weird but pretty things. If there was any place that’d have the gem encrusted cog, it would be that shop. And she was right in coming to the theater district, although it was in the shadier part of town. “I’ve never seen a cog you’re describing personally, but if there’s any place in the city that would have it, it’s an old, run down shop without a name, run by an equally old man who also doesn’t have a name. I can show you where it is,” he offered, already planning out a route in his head. He hadn’t visited the place since he first returned to the city, so visiting it again would be rather fun.
Gob smacked pyre looked at the woman never has been insulted so harshly before he had actually said something of real stupidity all he did was offer the fair.... no grumpy maiden some help. Then some chump starts pushing him around! He took a deep breath, OK, he thought to himself I was leaning on him, maybe he didn't like it its okay let it go.
Pyre clapped his hands together to redirect their eyes onto him "So I see my help is not needed, as this chap appears to have a better lead than the guy who works with all sorts of old and broken tech and with his NEVERS and MAYBES, at this old run down shop, that may have it and that is his words, not mine.” Pyre said with a sarcastic tone emphasising words to highlight his points. He then grumbled to himself before continuing "If the shop IS run down and it stocks such goods, well, there has to be something else to the story of this shop.”
Pyre had somehow now made this shop seem more interesting, at least to himself.
The half blood thought it through, tapping her foot idly folded arms and hand pressed to her chin as she looked up. 'geez, this all sounds like some shady attempt to get me alone in an alley doesn't it?' she thought irritably to herself, wondering how often it was that lone girls often followed two strange men claiming to might just know where it was whatever they were looking for was. Her eyes slid over to the red haired one again, a skeptical look on her face. 'he even started off by offering me a drink....'
"You guys aren't rapists and kidnappers right?" she asked bluntly, her expression humorously blank for having spewed out such a comment.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 22, 2015 23:35:56 GMT
“You’re smart for being on your toes. I am not either of those things, but I can’t speak for this guy here.” He pointed his thumb at the guy still hanging out with them. “But of course anyone, bad guy or not, would deny it. If it’ll make you feel better, I can just give you some directions instead,” he offered, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable than she already was.
"Me Rapist, Kidnap? Do not worry yourself about that.'' He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, “and if I find anyone who is.. well.” The thought toiled in his head of the last time a smart mouth guy in his pub spoke a little too loudly about it, and how that guy has a lot less teeth in his head now.
Pyre put a smile back on his face and sighed “Look you are clearly in need of help and well neither of us have the correct means of doing this now my motive is to make a sale this guy.. Well, who actually knows, probably just hitting on you.”
He face palmed himself and shook his head, “I don't know what I am saying other than I am not one of those.... things.”
"Flattery will get your nowhere." The blank look on her face spoke of how little she thought of the two. specially the brunette drunk who seemed to let his tongue wag without putting much thought into the shapes it should make first. Rolling her eyes and scratching the back of her neck, Vieka thought of the pro's and con's of the situation, before finally deciding she just wanted this day over and done with.
"Fine, show me the way to this shop. But i'm warning you now, if either or both of you try something, I'm macing you in the face until your both blind for life alright?" She stated, giving them a dry look with a raised brow before gesturing with a hand. "Lead the way carrot top."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 1, 2015 21:14:42 GMT
“Whether or not the flattery will get me anywhere doesn’t matter. I simply wish to help out someone in need, while maybe getting a smile in return,” he replied to the somewhat angry lady. As for the other guy, Lasair figured that he wasn’t going anywhere, so might as well get his name. “And what’s your name, pal?” he asked as they began walking to the old shop. It should only be five or ten minutes from here, depending on how thick the crowd was.
“Names Pyre, what about you?” he looked at the redhead, “Also, we should probably find the name of miss gru....” he hesitated on finishing his words. “of this lady of course.”
Pyre walked faster than the other two so found himself having to slow down and check behind himself a lot. “Soooo umm are we close?”
"Nona." She stated flatly, her eyes forward as she followed after them. "My last names 'business'. Can you guess what my middle name is?" She asked, a slight quirk of her lips as she crossed her arms, amused by her own humor, even if it wasn't really all that funny.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 10, 2015 0:49:49 GMT
“I’m going to guess it’s ‘your’ so I won’t bother asking. May I call you Pretty? Or Lady? Or Pretty Lady?” Lasair kinda liked this girl, she was smart and didn’t like to share. For some reason, he felt like it would be a lot of fun to hang around and try to bother her. If he could find her after tonight, that is. “Also it’s nice to meet you Pyre,” he added to the guy, although he wasn’t exactly the center of the redhead’s attention.
Pyre stifled a laugh at this guy’s pathetic attempt to flirt. “Oh miss pretty lady I do hope your day is going oh so well.” Pyre looked at him and curtsied with an invisible dress.
Pyre liked this guy it was painfully obvious that he was the flirt about town and well this would be big fun for someone who has long since gave up on such antics. “I’m sorry I don’t mean to tease.” He stated, very much meaning the opposite.
Vieka looked utterly unimpressed impressed. "Not a chance in the seven hell, i'd rather be called a dollymop." She stated bluntly, passing a brief glance in the twos direction. She shook her head at their antics, liking them to child in a mans body and a failure of a play boy. The two of them side by side was quite the ridiculous sight in general: one being a rather well dressed pretty boy and the other a haggard looking hobo who looked more like he belonged in a rough house bar then the overly bright atmosphere of the theatre district. "How far away is this shop?" She asked, looking back forward from the dynamic duo.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 12, 2015 18:24:03 GMT
“It’s right over here.” He pointed ahead of them, where a rundown building stood. The place looked abandoned from the outside, but as the approached, someone exited the door.
Lasair stepped forward and help the door open. “After you, Miss.”
Pyre nodded at her response and muttered “Yep, I can see that.”
Pyre saw the gesture of the other man and walked in first anyway, “Why thank you kind sir.” he said in a feminine voice, Pyre blew a kiss in the man's direction trying to keep a straight face.
Shaking her head in exasperation at twiddle dumb and twiddle dumber, she walked through the door, smacking the brunette male over the head as she passed him before moving over to one of the shelves. The red headed one was right, all sorts of strange and glittery nick knacks were here, varying from rusted bronze broaches to various buttons and weird twisted metal statues and figurines. She actually really liked the feel of the could be antique shop, and if she was going to find that dumb cog, this would be the place.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
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