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 10, 2016 4:56:05 GMT
Open to Mala Lelik Lasair didn’t exactly like visiting the hovel, but he had a reason for it. Food, the delivery of it specifically. There was a small shop that he brought a crate of food to every couple weeks. The man who ran the shop would pass the food on to those who really needed it, Ander or otherwise. It was Lasair’s way of letting the stores in MI slowly trickle down back into the masses. Sending it directly was too risky. It would be better to do it under another face, a masquerade so to say. He hid his hair and used an accent when interacting with the shop man; it should be enough.
Now he just wanted to get back to HQ, back to his books. But to get there he had to walk through the streets. The streets were quite considered safe, however.
Walk, must practice walk. Step forward, resist back, resist bending, from crouching. Easier, done. Afterwords, get food. Be given food. Lady in Red, give food. Suspicious, but Mala, still alive. Still aware. Not in black room, not dizzy, not numb.
Mala walked. Shifted. Ankles, shaking. Shoes, too heavy, too unnatural. Didn’t like. Wanted to go barefoot. But entertain—but entertainer now. Had to be pretty. Sayva wanted her to be pretty. Used to put her in dresses. Used to call her pretty. But stopped since gone. Since disappeared. Now, Mala sad. Limping boy drove them away. Soldiers, drove them away. Now, Mala alone. Sayva wanted her to be pretty. Mala be pretty. But, walking hard. Wobbled. Cobblestone, catching shoe. Caught. Going to fall, ankle, hurting. Foot, caught in strap. Couldn’t dodge, couldn’t roll. Pain.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 10, 2016 5:04:44 GMT
Was it luck that Lasair had been turning around right as someone was tripping? His reflexes kicked in as he reached out to grab her arm, stopping her from falling. But as he looked the lady over, he found himself asking; was it good luck or bad? She wasn’t bad looking, but well, she just seemed to be a little dirty. Maybe it wasn’t all that bad.
Once she had her balance, Lasair let her arm go, clearing his throat a moment before speaking, “Are you alright? That could have been a nasty fall.” It was only polite to make sure she was well. Or perhaps she was one of the pick pockets, and him the unfortunate target. Luckily he didn’t have any money on him at the moment, but he decided to mentally keep tabs on his things just in case. You could never know the with Hovel. Especially in war times. Trouble was all around.
Hands grabbed Mala. Pulled, held her up. Body flopped. Tried to slip through hand. Became slug. Became fluid. Anything, just to get away. Hissed. No like touch. But man let go, once on feet. Mala looked at arm. Shook it. Touch, still crawled. Hissed again. Man spoke. Man with fire hair. Like women in red. But different. Lighter. Mala blinked. Stepped forward. Ran fingers through hair. Expecting flame, expecting warmth. Nothing. Just little pricks. Mala frowned. “No fire. Where fire. Why fire?” Asked, Mala, running hand through hair again. “Fire? Fire?” Patted head. Maybe that could put fire out.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 8, 2016 5:10:34 GMT
Confused, Lasair took a step back from the odd girl and tried to move her hands away from his head. “Not fire. Hair,” he tried to explain, feeling like he was talking to Tyrell in that moment. Or perhaps one of the children from the magic lessons. Either way, he cleared his throat and took a second step back from her. “I’ve seen you before,” he said out loud, beginning to recognize her. “Where from?” he asked, half to her and half to himself. He couldn’t quite place the origin of her face but he was certain this wasn’t his first time meeting her.
Not fire. Like women in red. Strange man. But, recognized Mala? Mala stared at man. Man did look familiar. But hair, familiar. Very strange. Why familiar? Why no longer remember? Mala shrugged. Did not know. But smell. Seemed familiar as well. This one smelled more like….Sayvahn. And a smell he wore. “Sayvahn?” Mala questioned, digging her nose into man’s neck. Smelled like Sayvahn. Why? “Sayvahn?”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Oct 22, 2016 7:31:58 GMT
Lasair took a step back as the girl came towards him now, digging her nose into his neck, the faint sounds of sniffing coming from her. And then she spoke one word, twice over, making Lasair furrow his brows as he stepped back from the girl a little, hoping she would back up from him now. “I know him,” he said a bit quieter. “Good friend.” He was reluctant to say more, out of habit’s sake, but hopefully it would be enough for the girl. He felt like he had seen her with the feline at some point, but Lasair couldn’t quite be sure. When had he seen Sayvahn recently?
Fire backed away, but neared. Why smell like Sayva? Why? Good friend? How know? Did fire know where Sayva was? Mala no find him some days. Some days, Sayva went away. Mala approached closer, hands grabbing onto fire, pawing at him. “Where Sayva? Miss Sayva.”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 1, 2016 7:03:12 GMT
She misses Sayvahn? Lasair bit his lip a moment and nodded, trying to think of where he could find Sayvahn. He had no idea. “Sayvahn is doing well. Been busy. Don’t know where he is.” He said each phrase a bit slowly, making sure to enunciate for the girl. It was an ability he had developed when talking to Tyrell anyhow. And then an idea struck Lasair as he spoke more. “Where do you live? I can tell Sayvahn to go see you.” That was something the leader could do for the girl, especially since she seemed very eager to see the elder man again.
Mala frowned. Don’t know where? Then, fire man useless. But smelled like Sayva. Thus knew her? Confused. Now, man asking about live? Why want to know? Mala furrowed brow. “Why?” Mala questioned. Straightened back. Loomed over fire man. “Where Sayva?”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 7, 2016 4:46:18 GMT
“Sayvahn is out. Living his life. I see him sometimes though.” That was, well, honestly the best way Lasair could phrase it. “I can tell him to see you, if you want.” The velvet looked around then, frowning slightly. He wasn’t quite sure what else to do right now. Try and walk away? He couldn’t exactly ask her to come with him to MI to look for Sayvahn, but that was the only place Lasair could think of where the elder man might be. Sighing a little, he looked to the ground. “I’m sorry.”
Apolgoize? Why man apologize? Very confused? “Did hurt me? Mala no hurt. Why sorry?” Mala asked, pawing at man. “Sayva goes poof. Will see, some day. But fire man sad. Why sad?”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 9, 2017 0:41:59 GMT
“Sad because I can’t take you to see him.” It was so simple, and yet it made him rather sad as he realized it right now. This person wanted to visit with someone that he knew, someone that he wanted to see, but he couldn’t take her to see him. Somehow that made his sad to realize it.
Mala tilted head. Fire man, strange. “Dumb sad.” Mala stated, crossing arms. Looked around. Searched. Felt, ever so slightly, the tug. Did Mala make man sad? Frowned. Looked to fire man. Again, felt tug. “No sad. Come. I show something.” Mala pulled on fire man’s arm. Tried to guide him to the tug. “Something not sad.”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 7, 2017 4:56:58 GMT
Unsure of what to take the girl’s words as meaning, Lasair blinked a few times and followed after her. Something “not sad” could be many things, but whatever it might be, he was content to follow after her and find out.
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