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 Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 27, 2016 4:52:12 GMT
"uh-uh. No deal" Now Maeve would have to intimi- intimdsh - she'd have to scare him herself. She popped off her stool to leer over him, but realized too late that just made her shorter. drated tall bar stools. Fine.
She yanked on his arm to pull him outta his chair to fix the situat-a-wait a minute. Was he always this tall?
"dung." Oh to hell with it. "You might be able to avoid her 12 brothers if you stay outta their house but you can't avoid her sister no matter where you go you got that pretty boy?" She pulled off her gloves and flexed her claws, "We could be friends, but you - you gotta stick to the deal, or else.." Yea. she told him.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 27, 2016 5:42:18 GMT
He allowed himself to be yanked to his feet, although it did make the room sway just a bit. The alcohol was taking its time kicking in but man, the parts where everything moved sucked. He did his best to straighten up while she addressed him. Listening to her words made him pause however and he arched both eyebrows high. “Sister?” he repeated. And then looking down at her claws, he realized that she was an ander as well, just as Clairee and himself were. He filed that information away for another time, however.
“And I am certain that there is a place I could go to avoid you. And as strong as you make yourself out to be, I must applaud you for caring so much for Clairee, despite the family circumstances.” He sat back on the stool, leaning into it so he could get cozy. “Hows about I make you a new deal? I can promise you that I’ll never make Clairee do something she doesn’t want to do. And no matter what she’s up to with our work, I’ll do my best to keep her safe. No matter what.” It was an easy promise to make, considering the fact that it was already true.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 27, 2016 5:52:37 GMT
"Sister?" WHere'd he get that from? "Sis-family, wait no. I don't have no... ok stop." He leaned back and kept talking. "Stop." When did she say sister? She stood there frozen, trying to think back. But then she registered the words coming out of his mouth.
"What kind of work, exactly, do you two do together huh? Above board, or under? Cause what I saw the other day was not above board Lasair." Was he so foolish to think that kind of work was safe? oh and another thing--
"Not that I care about her or her family circumstances, I just, you know, thought she looked- to--- young for this kinda stuff... back when..." she was floundering of course. but she wasn't giving up. "we were; you know..." she rolled her eyes toward the palace side of town.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 27, 2016 6:02:35 GMT
Now he did chuckle, realizing that the lady couldn’t handle her liquor so well now. “Your words, not mind, beefcakes.” If he had a normal drink he’d sip from it then, but alas, there was only an empty shotglass there waiting for him.
“Under,” he admitted and left it at that. But as the woman fumbled next to him, searching for words she really couldn’t find, Lasair found himself feeling a hint of pity towards her, and towards Clairee as well. How could someone grow up when everyone treated them like a child? Even someone Clairee didn’t know about was still watching over her like a mom watches her young. “Clairee isn’t a child anymore, you realize that, right? If she was a kid, I wouldn’t be working with her.” Okay that was a slight lie, as Lasair permitted some children to join MI. But they didn’t do anything except read books and practice magic. Actual work was reserved for the adults.
Then, another question came to his mind. “How long have you been shadowing her?” Because from the way she talked, it sounded like this wasn’t a new sort of thing.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 27, 2016 6:45:36 GMT
"She's 19, that's pretty young." Maeve argued back, but even she knew that didn't make Clair a child. His next question had her narrowing her eyes on the man. "None of your business..." She answered tartly.
Then something else occurred to her. dung. dung.
She looked around. No one was paying them any attention. not even the bar tender who knew Maeve could hold her own.
"Listen..." She licked her lips... drat she needed a bargaining chip. "New deal... I'll allow you to keep hanging out with Clairee, if you agree to not mention anything about this, or about me to her, understand?"
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 27, 2016 7:13:35 GMT
There was a reason Lasair was focusing on keeping his voice at a quiet volume, despite the difficulty in doing so with so much of the bar spinning right now. He smiled at her and leaned forward to rest his head on his hands, lazy eyes watching her still. “Your secret is safe with me, promise.”
He allowed his eyes to close for a moment, a wave of drowsiness coming over him. His elbows slid on the smooth countertop though, and after a few seconds his head fell forward, jolting him awake. “So, Maeve,” he spoke then, attempting to recover from his near-faceplant into the counter. “Do you usually spend your days off at the place you work?” It wasn’t the best start to the conversation, but at least Lasair had stopped himself from asking, ‘come here often?’
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Aug 2, 2016 6:34:04 GMT
Her mouth actually fell agape when he bounced his head off the counter and stuttered a quick question like nothing happened. But she had to shake it off, and shut her trap because she realized she was having trouble formulating an answer. Her brain was kinda muddled too. "UH.... Only when I, see somethin' worth stickin' round for," She tried to explain. Like today, when she spotted Las and knew it was perfect change to talk sense into him. Sense. Yeah. Like now. They were good now. She gave a sudden smile.
"I'd toast to new friends, but I think we've hit the ceiling on our tab." She jerked a thumb back at the sleeper. But it wasn't him stopping them, it was the bar tender who gave her the - damned right - glance when she mentioned it.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 2, 2016 7:34:09 GMT
Chuckling at the notion of charging even more towards the sleeping man, Lasair stood up, stretching his arms back and almost stumbling as he did so. He only took a half step back to right himself. “A walk sounds really nice. Especially with you,” The old tendencies to be a flirt were starting to leak out of his drunken form, but only slightly. Thus he offered her a hand to get off her stool and a half smile as he did so.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Aug 24, 2016 4:54:16 GMT
She accepted the hand off the stool. It was the least he could do after she jump out of a window in the palace to chase after some crazed soldier with a smoking problem. "Charmed," she replied, but she wasn't. Not that she didn't appreciate the gesture, but lets just say she wasn't falling for his gentlemanly habit. The exited the building and she gave a surprise gasp of delight. The weather outside was so cool and refreshing to her intoxicated form. The alcohol in her blood making her somewhat feverish, the cool night air on her face was a welcome experience. She grinned in spite of herself at her redheaded companion. "Y'know, if I stood next to you long enough, maybe people'd stop sayin' I'm a ginger cos clearly my hair is not alike yours." She held a bit of her hair up in her hand and leaned in closer to him for comparison. Certainly, her mahogany hair was more brown than red, was it not?
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 24, 2016 23:24:40 GMT
Nodding to her comment about being charmed, Lasair accompanied her out of the bar and into the fresh air, which he mentally agreed felt wonderful right now. The guild leader always felt like his blood ran a little hotter than others, so transitioning to cool air after a stuffy bar was nice. So nice, in fact, that he almost forgot to listen to her as she spoke. He caught something about hair and looked at hers with a slightly confused face. “You’re a little ginger.” Little as in slightly, not as in small. But that might be misunderstood. “But there’s no fire in your hair. Yours at least looks kind of natural. Mine screams Ander from a mile away.” He laughed at the comment, but the laughter sounded torn between being joyous and turning into sorrow. He shook it off as he took a few steps forward. “So, uh, how did you find Clairee?” Oops he hadn’t meant to ask that right away. But the words slipped. Lasair was curious about how she knew Clairee was her sister, yet the sister didn’t know the same.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Aug 26, 2016 20:32:58 GMT
"I didn'a have to find her *hic* " Maeve went crosseyed for a second, trying to decide if that hiccup meant she was drunk or not. After a moments internal deliberation she decided - she didn't care - and shrugged it off. Continuing she walked with Las and spoke of things there'd never been a right time or place to talk about. "I was old enough to remember ma expecting, but 'twasn't with my pa, he was dead - you know - killed for his claws." Her lips dipped down in a momentary frown but she didn't let it sit there. She didn't remember the man and she didn't harbor hatred for his death, it was to be expected given the times.
"No Clairbear's pa had to be a human, and all ma had to do was a quick spell to hide a few feathers and Voila! she was human too. 'least on the outside. So together the three o' them walled up in his cute little farm and left me ta rot in the hovel with grandad." she tripped, then stopped and stared at the sidewalk accusingly. "S'wha'I was sayin?" She forgot. Her head felt dizzier than when she was sittin' down.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 31, 2016 3:13:32 GMT
Listening to her tale, Lasair did his best to focus on the spoken word while also trying not to trip on anything as he walked along with her. It took him a few moments to understand the story told, and it left him feeling a little sad. Her mother had just left her to be with a human man? No wonder she was such a tough girl; had to be when you grew up mostly alone. Stopping when she did, he stumbled a little and held onto her for support, nearly falling down. As he recovered, he offered her a sympathetic smile and then, acting on a whim, hugged her for a moment. It was short, because he almost expected her to shove him off, but he made sure to let go quickly.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Sept 5, 2016 15:30:12 GMT
Her eyes bugged out immediately, and she would have shoved him off but he was gone just as quickly. His next few words though eased the hackles that had risen on the back of her neck. He was being kind, funny thing that.
"er, thank ya" she mumbled, not having much experience with showing gratitude. "S'wass yer story eh? Got family? Got sisters?"
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 8, 2016 5:31:43 GMT
Shrugging a little, he moved back to continue walking after the sudden hug ended. Her question made his drunken mind twist a little onto the sad side, which may have shown through his expression, but then again, that kind of stuff was hard to tell. “I’m an only child now. But uh. I used to have a younger brother.” It was all he could really manage to say about the topic. His mouth felt kind of dry but he kept walking anyhow. What else could be done in that moment?
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Sept 14, 2016 2:55:35 GMT
Used to.
Her face blanched for a moment, and she almost imagined what it would be like to find out Clairee was dead.
Almost.
No way in hell her thoughts would let her go there though.
"Sorry kid," She said to the boy, though she didn't have a clue who was older, him or her.
"I aint much'o'a bloke, but I'm tougher than ha'f'em so if ya need a brotherly-ish-figure, I can-can be tha' ... if yer, ya want." she was stammering, unsure if it was uncouth to suggest a replacement. There were no such things of course, but a sub maybe.
"I dunnnnno..." she mumbled after it all. didn't seem right to say anything at all. There was nothing could be said to make somethin like that better.