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 Sept 14, 2015 15:26:24 GMT
Open to all, Calling it full now. However be warned that Lasair isn't his usual cheery self. The sun hadn’t even set yet and Lasair had a mess of glasses and bottles surrounding him at his table in the corner of the bar. This place was as far from the center of Lodan as he could find, away from the activity, away from the people who might know him. The room was pretty spacious, allowing him to sit quietly in the corner without being noticed or bothered, a floppy hat on his head to cover his signature hair from the few people who might know him. He was as drunk as could be, and yet kept drinking more. A few minutes ago he had stumbled outside to puke out the fiery liquid, only to dump more in its place upon his return indoors. Whatever money he had left, he intended to spend, not to mention max out whatever tab the bartender would allow him to have. He was drinking to go numb, drinking to forget.
Post by Ratna Campbell on Sept 14, 2015 19:24:51 GMT
(Ratna to the resuce!)
it was another lovely day of rainy lodan , Ratna had been planning this day for a week , she wanted to get some drinks , maybe a man and have some fun. however that changed as she entered the bar she saw a hooded person who seem to have a shape familiar who seemed to be drinking , Ratna approched the person in question and sat next to them on a seat " your a rare person to see here , Lasair?" her eyes had already locked on to him from the side. she could see he was drowning himself with the more then normal amount of alcohol. if there was one person she cared for the most in the guild it was lasair and this was one of them moments she was worried after seeing the state he was in. hopefully she could get to the bottom of the issue , get him out of the gutter he was in or would be in a few hours later?
"Scotch, hold the rocks. ah, and a small glass of water" the doctor orders, stretching out her arms and rotating her shoulders slightly as she settles into her stool. Dang today has been a long day, far too long in fact. Recently it feels like her work load's increased triple fold and if the brunette was being honest, she was really struggling in keeping up. Needless to say, a drink or two was needed and much deserved as far as the half breed was concerned. It looked like a couple of people here were already drinking themselves stupid anyway.
"Here ya go mam." The bar keep mused, wondering how on earth she planned on drinking anything with that strange mask stuck to her face as he picked up the change she'd left on the counter for him. "Mind ya don't go drinkin' yurself stupid like that fella over there though. Probably shoulda cut 'im off a while ago but..."
Raising a brow and settling down the glass of water after adding a few drops of it to her scotch (a trick she'd picked up from a certain someone), Vieka twists in her chair slightly and takes a look at the one guy in this dismal place whose surrounded, and i do mean surrounded, by empty glasses and bottles. If she had to wager a guess, he's been here a while. "As long as he isn't bothering anyone huh?" she murmured, spying the barkeep nod from the side of her vision before he buggers off to attend to other people or do other bar-keepy things. The winged ander herself decides to sit there and calculate exactly how much alcohol the sorry sod had actually consumed and what the chances were of her having to perform a resuscitation because of it. He's not alone, so maybe he'll be alright.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Zona K. Noakes on Sept 14, 2015 21:31:42 GMT
"drat bars..." Zona cursed to herself as she kick a small stone that lay in her way, "It ain't my fault the guy broke his arm..." She mumbled under her breath as she walked along looking for a bar that she could actually sit down in and have a few drinks. Thanks to a fight that happened a few days ago nearly every bar and pub in the theater district knew her face and decided to ban her, just her luck. As she walked along Zona happened to come across a small one that seemed slightly run down, it would have to do. Zona couldn't complain about it though she did grow up in places like this one, besides as long as she could sit down and have a drink she would be more than happy.
As she pushed the door open and walked in she noticed just a few people, a few here and there in the middle of the bar, two back in the corner and one at the actual bar. Walking over to it Zona took a set a few chairs down from a person with dark hair, and a... mask? Shaking her head some and shrugging her shoulders slightly Zona turned her attention back to behind the bar as she looked for the owner or whoever it was serving the alcohol. "Ugh... What the hell do I have to do to get a drink round here..." She said under her breath some as she looked over her shoulder. Zona noticed the man in the corner that was surrounded by bottles, "He's been here a bit too long..." Zona thought as she let a small smile out. That sight was all too familiar to the blue haired ander. As she turned her attention back to the bar she realized she may have to wait to get her drink, she let out a sigh at that thought.
Badger: The cuss you are. Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me? Badger: No, you cussing with me? Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me! Badger: If you're gonna cuss with somebody, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss! Mr. Fox: You're not gonna cuss with me! -Fantastic Mr.Fox (2009)
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 15, 2015 6:30:49 GMT
Ratna. Not the person he wanted to see right now. And she said his name. Was she dumb? Could she even tell he was trying to hide from the world? His eyes lingered on his assortment of bottles for a few moments. It had taken him so long to build that collection, but sitting in someone’s company was not something he wanted right now. “Piss off lady. I don’t know no ‘Lasair’ and I don’t know you,” he said in a gruff voice before hefting himself up out of the chair. He tried to take a step but stumbled, one had grabbing for the wall while a bottle tumbled off the table and fell to the floor, shattering. Just his luck.
Pulling the hat further over his hair, Lasair slumped over to the bar, taking the seat that was as far from the others as possible. He didn’t dare look towards any of the other people present, and thus didn’t recognize them. “Gimme whatever you got the most of. I don’t care, just give me more.” A short pause before he continued. “Please.” His voice was still rough and dry and he coughed after speaking. But he didn’t care. Not today.
Post by Ratna Campbell on Sept 15, 2015 7:19:04 GMT
"now that was different ... " now Ratna was more worried for him , Lasair really was trying hard, and there was no way she would not let the same man , the same friend who saved her life on her trial just become a poor drunken excuse. so she know what to do , she waved the bar keeper over to her and whispered into his ear " you see the hooded drunk guy , put his tab on my tab instead please." hopefully with that sorted she then now could sort him out from a far, she looked over to him and begin to focus as she casts Deceit I onto him . In his mind she thought to make think "why did you do that ? she was your friend ? an odd one , but friend none the less who does not know what happened"
Lifting up her mask to take a quick swig on her drink, the half breed nearly chokes on the taste of the swill. Dear Dia, what did they do, water it down with piss?! It was vile, but then again, what did she expect from drinking in a joint located in the Hovel of all places? Swallowing the shite was an actual chore as the woman placed the glass back down and pushed it away from her slightly, trying desperately not to make gagging noises as she pulled her mask back down to cover the grimace she was no doubt making. She'd only just managed to choke down the sludge when supposedly Lupen (at least according to the grey haired girl) trudged over, muttering something or other about wanting the cheapest swill they had here. Obviously, the bugger didn't want to be bothered right now. She'd only get involved if she had to then.
That was when she felt it, like an ice cold lighting bolt that shot up her spine to rest between her shoulder blades.
Magic was used. And close too, although Vie couldn't pinpoint the source as she froze in her seat. The taste of it dances on her tongue like a trigger word for a heroine addict and sends her thoughts into overdrive as she attempts not to look around like an overly paranoid suspicious person. Well, she is and overly paranoid suspicious person, but that's besides the point. The point is, who the hell was stupid enough to use magic with the mandate in place?! If any military was around or even a human for that matter, and they cottoned onto magic being used, that was just asking for trouble.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Zona K. Noakes on Sept 23, 2015 0:14:26 GMT
Zona waited until the bar man came back and asked what she wanted. She didn't want anything special she just wanted something with alcohol in it. Once she got her drink she spun it around on the table some before looking it over some, nothing special if anything it was just another local brew that she was guessing the barman got in bulk for probably a cheap price. Just before she was about to take a drink of it the man from the back of the room came up to bar asking for more, as though he didn't have enough to drink... Looking over her shoulder some Zona noticed a strange girl following behind him. "Well at least he has a friend." Zona thought as she took a sip from the bottle. Though the voice of the man was vaguely familiar Zona couldn't put her finger on it, no matter what it still sounded like someone trying to make their voice deeper than it actually was. Looking over to the odd pair Zona couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen.
Badger: The cuss you are. Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me? Badger: No, you cussing with me? Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me! Badger: If you're gonna cuss with somebody, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss! Mr. Fox: You're not gonna cuss with me! -Fantastic Mr.Fox (2009)
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 23, 2015 16:46:29 GMT
Ratna’s attempt at magic did not go the way she had intended. Only one word made it into the drinker’s mind: friend. Which his brain then wrapped around and anchored to.
“Friends?” he spoke to no one in specific, and yet spoke to everyone present. “I don’t have any friends.” His voice was laced with anger as he took another gulp of his drink, his taste buds having gone numb to the flavor hours ago. “I do things for everyone, help out everyone I meet, but do they even lift a finger for me? No!” His fist made the motion to slam on the counter, but landed softly instead, his mood swinging. “But then there’s the ones that do something for me,” his voice caught in his throat, water coming to his eyes. “And how do I repay them? I leave. I f***ing leave. I don’t got friends because I ain’t a friend.”
The bottom of the glass rose into the air as he finished the drink, pushing it back towards the bartender. “Another, please.” Despite being out of his wits, the man still kept his manners. That fact alone said many things about his character.
Post by Ratna Campbell on Sept 27, 2015 0:44:09 GMT
Ratna was shocked at this , this was new for her , to hear that of lasair. now Ratna needed to help her , she had always been helpful to him , she had always returned affection, even to the boarder point of love. she know she had to now start to get a bit more direct, she moved over to him again , this time she was ready "really , you do know how much I respect you..... i always see you more then a anything." Ratna said knowing she was gonna be in a huge peace of trouble so she per-paired to throw a Deceit I spell at him, to confuse him . hopefully in his state if she could make his head spin more worse thanks to the booze he had been drinking that would do the rest and hopefully he would blackout , she hopped it would not come to that and hoped he would talk to her , she didnt care about his friend problems , she cared for him and his health.
She did not think of Lassair as a friend, that much was true. She did however, think of him as a common presence in her life that didn't annoy the hell out of her, and that was more than what a lot of people could say. Listening to his rant, she supposed the male was going through a rather hard rough patch, so she guessed a couple of days of drinking his anguish away was fine as long as it wasn't affecting other people, and as long as it didn't become a thing. Resting the cheek of her mask against her hand, Vieka slid her barely touched glass of scotch across the counter so that it bumped lightly against his hand.
"On me." She stated lazily. She wasn't going to drink it anyway.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Oct 6, 2015 6:05:32 GMT
As the glass touched his hand, he picked it up and took a long swig of it without question. What was the witchy one saying? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. Not in this state of mind. He spoke first to her. “I’m nothing. Leave me alone.” The muscles on his face scrunched up into a scowl to her as he willed her to just go away.
After a moment of that passed, he looked towards the direction his drink had come from, struggling to make eye contact with the face as he mumbled another “Thank you,” to them. As a few tense moments passed, he took another drink from the glass, leaving only a little bit of liquid left in it. He wanted to stand up and leave, but could he? Would the one lady try to stop him?
Ratna tried again this time letting her heart out as she blocked his way " listen , am here for you .... you have been one of the few people who I have cared about ever since we met.... you more then nothing to me .... you someone i think of every day ..... " Ratna slowly took off her hat so he could better see her face " i want to help heal the pain...... and help you forget...... what it is that you want to forget ..... there is better ways then drowning yourself in drink.......com with me to my home." she offered her hand to him , hoping he would accept, she was not offering something that she would offer other men , she wanted to give him her love to him , she didn't want to play tricks on him. she just wanted him to stop before it could kill him.
Post by Zona K. Noakes on Oct 7, 2015 12:22:50 GMT
Zona sat back some as the conversation unfolded. It was nice how she wanted to help but everyone needed to know when enough was enough. Standing up some Zona set her drink down before walking over to where the girl was, placing a hand on the girls shoulder Zona sighed some, "Listen girly, if the man wants to be left alone then leave him be. There's not much anyone can do to help, even if you think talkin' about it might be good and all in reality it will just hurt 'em even more." Zona said speaking from experience, "Trust me, its better to just leave him be and not ask to talk about it." Zona added as she removed her hand and began to walk back over to her seat. Turning around for a moment Zona looked over her shoulder to the girl, "If anythin' leave the man be and come back and get him once he's passed out drunk." She said, sitting back down and talking a sip from her drink as though nothing had happened.
Badger: The cuss you are. Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me? Badger: No, you cussing with me? Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me! Badger: If you're gonna cuss with somebody, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss! Mr. Fox: You're not gonna cuss with me! -Fantastic Mr.Fox (2009)
She could offer her help she supposed, although the growing chaos around the drunk red head was already more than what she really wanted to deal with. The doctor knew for a fact she had a little vial, a replica of one she gave Lassair the last time they went drinking in fact, in her bag that would at least help him see straight; the problem was he obviously didn't want to see straight. She wasn't even sure if the intoxicated male could even recognise her in that state. Tapping her fingers on the bar counter for a moment, she tilted her head slightly in the direction of the silver haired girl, chewing on her cheek to stop herself from making a rude comment. Was that a confession? Did the girl really just confess her feelings in a dreary pub to a man who was obviously sloshed out of his mind?
Perhaps she shouldn't judge. Vieka's interaction with the Magistrate second outside of her work was limited, she only really ever saw him when he dragged some bleeding body into her home. Perhaps the two of them were close, although she doubted it considering his current attitude towards her. Then there was the blued ombre haired girl whose blue locks made the winged anders eyes want to bleed. What was her deal in all of this? ugh, what a headache.
Sighing, Vieka slipped her fingers under her mask for a moment to ease her growing aggravation before standing up. "This is pointless, I'm leaving. If you want to get home in one piece now is the time to ask 'Mr too drunk to see level' or whoever you want to be. I can give you something for the killer headache you're going to have tomorrow that way." She stated blandly, folding her arms and awaiting his response. She'd take this as a 'everyone can just leave me alone' if he turned her down and just head out.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
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