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
"I know better than most," She remarked under her breath regarding the mother with hidden traits and the child who cannot hide them. The very story of her life, who her mother had been and what she was born as. She hoped to never be in that position.
"You will?" She asked, looking hopeful. An actual nights rest at HQ. There was a novel idea. She tried not to look too excited though, or else it might come across the wrong way. Then another thought occurred to her.
"Where Do people sleep around here?" Was there a bed chamber? a room full of cots like some orphanage or hospital?
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 29, 2016 2:16:13 GMT
Did she actually wish to sleep within the building? The way her eyes lit up spoke it to be a yes, but the fact surprised Lasair all the same. Most people did not wish to sleep here by choice. It was amusing in its own way, especially since he had no choice but to rest within the halls night after night now.
“There’s rooms; most of which are located on the third floor. It’s like an inn. The bare essentials are in each room; bed, dresser, desk, nightstand, and the door locks from the inside. Anyone who wishes to stay merely needs to pick a room and walk in,” he explained, remembering when he had looked around to pick out a room to become his permanent one. Shifting a bit as he reclined against the wall, he added, “But there’s plenty of other places too. Such as couches, chairs, perches, windowsills. Honestly anywhere you can get to, you’re welcome to sleep there.” He chuckled lightly, remembering how many times he had passed out at his adopted desk in the library.
Post by Clairee Donya on Jul 29, 2016 16:37:23 GMT
"An inn on the third floor? sounds exciting." She couldn't help but think of all the haunted mansion books she'd read growing up, and she was eager to check it out. The HQ was the closest she'd ever been to a mansion, it was so large and mysterious she still hadn't made her way completely through it yet to discover all the secrets it holds. "Can you show me?" She asked.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 30, 2016 0:23:02 GMT
It seems that the map Clairee had made didn’t span to the third floor. Or if it did, she hadn’t opened the rooms as she mapped them. Either option would lead to her not knowing there were places to sleep. “I would say yes, except that…” he looked over the edge, trying to gauge how far it was to the ground. About eight yards, maybe ten? He was never the best at eyeballing heights. Either way, it was a long drop that he wouldn’t be able to get down on his own. Not unless he used a gating portal, at least.
"Oh right, of course!" Clairee felt like an idiot for not realizing sooner. "I can get us back down," she offered promptly, unfurling wings and standing tip toe at the edge of the platform to allow room for Lasair to rise to his feet. Like before she would step in close to him, wrap her arms around his waist as he did so around her shoulders, and twine their legs together as she lead them in a gentle swoop back toward the ground. Clairee would look over his shoulder to keep eyes on their progress, but even driving wouldn't make her oblivious to their proximity or the way he felt. She wasn't used to being this close to anyone... and never with anyone shirtless. She was blushing but thankfully he wouldn't be able to see it.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 30, 2016 2:38:29 GMT
Carefully standing up, he resumed the position Clairee preferred while flying and held tightly as they drifted to the ground. It was a bit odd to be holding onto her without wearing a shirt, but it was alright. He was more worried about her reaction to it than his own. But as soon as they landed, he walked over and picked up his shirt, putting it back on and flattening it a bit as he returned to her. “The staircase is on the other side of the building, come on,” he gestured for her to follow him as he walked through the halls. He had memorized them long ago and no longer needed to pause and wonder where he was going. He merely needed to go.
When they reached the staircase, he ascended it until they reached the third floor (it continued upwards to the roof from there). And after passing through the doors, he stopped. “Almost all these rooms are open. Just pick out a door and open it.” He glanced towards her to see how she’d react to the new location.
As luck would have it, the first door she chose lead to a room that was already claimed. She suspected... by the pile of books near the bed, by Lasair himself.
"Oops. I think ah, I dont think I can sleep here," she stammered.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 2, 2016 7:10:51 GMT
He followed behind Clairee as she waltzed through the halls, glancing at random doors as she passed. And as she stopped in front of a familiar door, he wanted to reach out to stop her, but was too late as she pushed the door open and revealed his used room. There were two or thee books resting next to the bed, on the nightstand with a quill and ink resting beside them; the top book was labeled as “Dreams.” Under the window sat the desk, which was piled with many more books. At the front was a book that read “Translations, volume two” on the spine. In the far corner of the room was a pile of (assumingly dirty) laundry. And from the dresser, corners of different clothing was sticking out of two drawers.
Chuckling a little, he stepped in behind her. “I don’t think you’d want to,” he replied casually. “I usually don’t expect company,” he added in. At least, he hadn’t expected any since Sayvahn stopped visiting.
She blushed at the remark about company, decidedly -not- looking back at him as he said it. Whether or not she'd want to be was not really a question. Guys liked girls with mystery, allure, someone with charisma. Clairee was just... Clairee. She didn't even get an honorable mention in the 'expected company' category.
With her eyes averted, she couldn't help but notice the dream journal on the top of the stack of books. The books were what gave this room away as his to begin with. But she resisted the urge to open it. She did touch the cover of the book, but she had enough respect for his privacy not to open it.
"Funny... I don't have dreams, just nightmares," She mentioned off hand.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 2, 2016 7:40:10 GMT
“I used to have amazing dreams,” he replied, taking a couple steps over to her and gazing at the notebook. “But it’s been nightmares lately. For a while I was hoping that writing them down would help me figure them out. But it only led to me in circles.”
Glancing over to her, he wanted to speak his curiosity. “If I may ask, what are your nightmares usually about?”
"Oh..." she didn't know what else to say to his nightmares and circles.
Then he asked about hers.
"OOohh," That one on a longer, drawn out sigh. She turned and sunk onto the bed, sitting at its edge and staring at the books cover. "Mostly death. Usually mine, but sometimes other people too. If its others, we're not dying together, I just get to watch them die. Except when there is fire. then we all die." She had a strange evenness to her voice. Behind her eyes she could see her most recent nightmare. Of her killing her own brother on accident, because of a war between MI and EIRAL. She'd been dreaming that ever since she joined. It never got dull.
"Sometimes its not death. Sometimes its murder," She said a little bit softer.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 2, 2016 8:13:51 GMT
Hesitating a moment, he sat down on the bed next to her, folding his hands in his lap and nodding. “Mine are about death too. The names on my back; their deaths.” His mouth was a little dry, but she deserved to know that she wasn’t the only one going through this.
“You heard about the battle of Castamere, I’m sure. Well. I was there. With my parents. And some guild members, but uh. I rode the train there with two people, mom and dad. I rode home alone.” Lifting a hand, he scratched the back of his head. “Most nights I get reminded about it. As well as a couple other deaths.” There were four names on his back after all, not just two.
She was in shock, and not in a good way. Her heart squeezed for him, and after a moment of silence, she lifted a hand to touch to his shoulder to comfort him. "I'm so sorry, Lasair. I didn't know..." God she was so pathetic. Here she was dreading imaginary deaths, and he had to face real ones. She carefully leaned in and wrapped her arms around his shoulder in a side hug.
"If you..." hang on. No too late, the words were out. Finish it, Clairee coached herself. "If you ever need someone, you know, just to keep you company and chase away the bad dreams. I could." She was being honest, and her offer was from the purest of places, the sweetest of friendship. So why did she feel bashful for saying it? She fought hard to tamp down on the urge to start blushing. She wanted him to know she was serious, that she could be here for him and be helpful. She did care. He'd been there for her, pulled her out of the smoke and helped her to breathe again, the least she could do was wake him from bad dreams.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 8, 2016 5:13:06 GMT
Chuckling, he matched her half hug with a half smile of his own. It was nice to see a genuine reaction to his woes, and not the faux concern that other people seemed to wear. That was why he had stopped telling people, after all. A handful knew that was enough. But it wouldn’t hurt to have one more.
Her offer surprised him, however. It seemed that there was another lovely lady wanting to comfort Lasair in his nightmares—that fact should be comforting enough to him. “I appreciate it, thank you.” But he couldn’t accept, not in good faith at least. Clairee was a sweet girl and she always struck Lasair as being innocent, especially given the way she was blushing right now. It was a gentle blush at least, showing that she at least wanted to mean the offer in a pure way.
Unfortunately, he had to turn her down. He hadn’t wanted to, but he needed to. “Are you getting tired? You can take the room next door if you want. I’ll be in here reading until it gets close to sunrise, to make sure I can wake you up to get back home.”
Right! Of course. She blushed harder this time for feeling stupid but she nodded. "Thank you, thats a good idea. Are you sure you don't mind?" She rose from the bed as she spoke, hugging herself for comfort, or confidence. She lifted a hand to tuck some hair behind her ear and after a second realized she was still standing there and began walking in a sudden hustle toward the door. "I'll be next door," Like you said, she thought to herself. Queens she could sound so simple minded sometimes. She dipped quickly out the door to spare herself any further embarrassment.