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 Julian Darknoll on Aug 11, 2016 2:55:25 GMT
Julian suddenly awoke from a nice nap on a bench, by someone shouting "Where are we going to find the others!?" As Julian slowly sat up on the bench he saw that there were more people walking in the streets than usual. As he rubbed his eyes to get the sleepiness out of them, he noticed that there were many bright lights illuminating the sky and the streets Whats going on... He thought as he looked around some more. Julian got from up from the bench and decided to follow a group of people that had walked past him, as he walked he noticed many vendors selling delicious looking food and other things. He wanted to see if he could find someone he new in this ocean of people around him. Julian continued to walk for a bit more when he noticed a familiar face sitting on a bench, it was Howl, the boy in brown. He knew the boy was slightly afraid of him but he wanted to see if the boy knew what was going on, and it was nice to have someone with you. "Hey Howl! What is going on here? Whats with all of the people?" Julian shouted as he slowly approached the the boy on the bench.
"We are all born to die - the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live." -Gina Lollobrigida
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 11, 2016 4:40:59 GMT
He had to dodge some people moving around him, but he did eventually make his way over to Edelweiss, after he heard her call coming from down the street. It was hard to see much besides her pinkish-red hair, but when he did finally come to see her face-to-face, his jaw fell open a little, eyes in pleasant surprise. “Thank you, and um, that looks very good on you too. Should I take it that your dress originates from the same location as my vest?” he asked with a little chuckle, unable to look away from face now. For is he did, it might appear as if he was looking a bit too much at the wrong parts of her.
“So hm, how are things set up over here? It looks like everyone is struggling to finish. The rest of the festival looks good though, at least the areas I passed through did. Is there anything you plan on doing here? Are you meeting anyone?” he asked, hoping to start a conversation that didn’t revolve around the clothes they were wearing.
Nervousness dissipated as emerald eyes coasted across Edgar, the dancer’s mouth, open slightly as confusion weaved its way into her words. “I… didn’t realize you were dressing up as well.” Taking a step forward, the older woman ran her fingers over the fabric, the softness of the silk brushing against her skin. “It… suits you.” But the inverted colors, it made her wonder what his attentions were— or, maybe, what he had intended from the start. “I feel like your trying to make a statement with our matching outfits.” Aida hummed, tugging on the robes softly to adjust them, yet, fingers lingered too long on the fabric as she leaned forward, as if to kiss him. Though, no such action was given— the older woman merely tapped him on the cheek with her hand, a laugh, on her lips. “What ever happened to being subtle?” The blonde chuckled, pulling Edgar by the robes to the kitchen where the dancer would kiss him on the cheek— the same cheek she had scolded mere moments before.
“You’re fine.” Although, that was not fully the truth. He was dressed as a noble, and she, as a dancer. If they walked around like this in Masaa, it would be deemed scandalous, let alone unkempt. But, this wasn’t Masaa, and, most likely those from Masaa would shrug the gesture off as “foreign ignorance.” At least, Aida hoped they would. “Um, now, let’s go, dear.” The older woman dryly laughed. To think, they could be arrested for their clothes— a thought Sayvahn had considered before, but never over matching with another. “I rather us not…be late—.” For my date, the feline was going to say, but she turned to open the door before she could finish. Blast it, a headache had already started to form, and they had not even left the confines of the apartment yet. This was going to be a long evening.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Aug 11, 2016 18:20:00 GMT
"Indeed. A little courtesy from my grandparents." She responded with a soft chuckle, amused by the face he was pulling and reaching out a finger under his chin to close that gaping mouth of his till he recomposes himself - which he did rather quickly afterwards. "Though judging by the designs, likely not the same area of the same place."
And regarding his comments not directly related to outfits... "That's because the other areas had their wares stored close or out early. Most of things here were hidden until last minute or far away to be kept out of sight; no wonder things are slightly out of schedule, but give it another half an hour and everything should be ready." She shrugged slightly. "As for me, I was just around giving some last instructions. Meeting someone, yes, but that's for later today; I don't have anything planned for right now."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 12, 2016 20:15:19 GMT
Thrakazog was exhausted.
Although, to be fair, he wasn't really tired, because he was too excited. He just couldn't walk anymore for the moment, because his feet were so sore from having pounded the streets all day - and him without any boots!
Thrakazog was a sailor, but he was in a word, poor. His last pair of boots had seen their last days a few months ago, when he'd had to swim in Lodan's harbor to rescue some sailors and merchants whose boats had been shot at as they entered the cove. They had apparently not been aware of the state of war, having been at sea, and hadn't expected an attack so close to safe water.
Shortly after that, a nice lady-doctor named Vieka had taken pity on him, and bought him some new clothes and a pair of shoes from the merchant's district. She'd said he'd earned it by trying to save people, and Thrakazog had certainly appreciated the gesture. But he kept those clothes 'nice' by not wearing them, and so they stayed in his footlocker, near his bunk, on board one of Caitlin's ships. He'd only drag them out again if a special occasion required him to look presentable. In the meantime, he was dressed in his usual thread-bare pants and shirt, and went about his business barefoot, as many sailors did down by the docks. Today though, there was a Fair... a Festival... and even though he didn't have the money to properly enjoy all the food and fun of the place, he made his own fun by seeing the amazing sights.
There were birds with bright plumage, stalls with foods that had strange and alluring smells, and people dressed in clothing that he couldn't even imagine. There were rides - a ferris wheel - and ponies, goats, and even a small elephant! He'd been to the petting zoo, a place that had pigs racing one another, and even a maritime-oriented showcase that held all kinds of fish in a series of glass tanks. He'd seen everything he thought he could, and yet, when he turned a corner, there was even more! After a while, he didn't even mind that he didn't have boots or money to spend - the experience of seeing, smelling, and hearing it all was priceless to him. His only regret was that his friend, Lorraine, wasn't here to enjoy it with him. He consoled himself by the thought of regaling her with tales of everything he'd seen.
But for now, he sat on a bench, not too far from a spot that was almost central to the fair. A multitude of people passed by, all in search of one thing or another, and a couple of young ladies fell over each other in the busy crowd. Thrakazog looked up when that happened, but they were laughing and smiling, so he didn't concern himself any more. He just needed a little bit of a break before he tried to see anything else.
Finally composing herself, Gladys offered a nervous smile to the girl she had fallen over before taking her hand. Thankfully the girl didn’t look familiar, so maybe she wouldn’t recognize Gladys from when she was on duty as an officer. “I’m Gladys, and I was on my way to the West Indies area with my friend…” She stopped and looked around, trying to spot Jovena in the crowd. But the shorter woman was nowhere to be seen. Did she go on without Gladys? The idea left a sour taste in her mouth.
“I guess I lost her in the crowd,” she confessed. It was at this point she noticed another girl walk up to the pair of them; this one obviously an Ander of some kind given her bright blue hair. But Gladys wasn’t on duty so she tried to ignore that fact. “Yes, I’m alright, thank you for the concern,” she said with a faint smile. “I hope I didn’t interrupt any of your activities. I didn’t plan on attending the festival to be honest, but my friend really wanted me to come…” She looked again, trying to identify that large poofy hair. No luck.
“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” ―William Faulkner
Post by Lucius Thompson on Aug 13, 2016 8:35:47 GMT
Lucius stepped outside into the night. He watched in awe as many people once again flooded the nighttime streets. Many of them headed directly towards the Ferris wheel and while he pondered doing so himself he decided against it as heights were just not something he would enjoy. The cool night air blew against his skin and he closed his eyes to feel moment of peace and tranquility, something that was all too rare with the war going on. In that moment everything once again felt correct, like nothing bad had ever happened to him or ever would again. As he once again opened his eyes, he began pondering what to do. Quickly he made up his mind, he was going to go see the fire dancers. As he made his way onto the street and the crowds, a smile washed over his face for the first time in months. He began heading towards the east side of the courtyard, where he knew Massa's fire dancers would be.
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Post by Veronika Tallent on Aug 13, 2016 8:46:50 GMT
Veronika saw Gladys looking around, probably looking for her friend that had disappeared after she collided with Veronika. Veronika peered through the crowd too, but wasn't of much help, as she didn't know what the person Gladys was looking for looked like.
When the blue-haired girl walked up to them and asked if they were alright, Veronika nodded with a warm smile. "Yes, I think we're fine, thank you. You're kind to worry."
She turned back to Gladys, answering her. "No, no. You didn't interrupt anything. Are you enjoying the festival though?" She added another question- "Do you need any help looking for her?"
Post by Edgar Anapello on Aug 13, 2016 10:42:39 GMT
Edgar’s smile faltered somewhat as Aida appeared surprised at his outfit. Did she not notice him carrying the matching one on the day he bought hers? It was alright now that she could see though. And she was surprised, which made the younger man smile. She had mentioned wanting to see him wear something other than black and now, tonight, he was. But despite this, there was something off about her actions; something that wasn’t quite right as it normally would be. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but perhaps it would reveal itself with time. Everything with the woman seemed to take time. Edgar was a patient man though, so time could be spared.
“I don’t think there’s much we could be late for dear,” he commented with a small smile, walking down the steps and towards the exit of the building. “But I would like to be there sooner than later,” he added, holding the door open for her and then locking it once they went through. They had agreed to walk to the festival instead of taking some other form of transportation. It wouldn’t be too long of a walk at least and when they arrived, they could look at the sights together and enjoy the evening. Maybe even buy some things to take back with them, but not too much of course. Edgar preferred to keep his money in his pockets.
"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." -Paul Tournier
Post by Zona K. Noakes on Aug 13, 2016 22:46:00 GMT
Zona smiled lightly as the two said they were both ok, "Well that's good. It seemed like a big crash." Zona said as she shoved both hands into her pockets. She stood there silently as the two talked for a moment, the one seemed to be looking for someone while the other just seemed to be out enjoying the festival. Zona perked up some as the long haired blond said something about helping, "Ya if ya need to find someone I can help. Ain't got anythin' better to do really." Zona said with a shrug.
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 Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 14, 2016 0:49:54 GMT
Caitlin hadn't seen a fair this big since.... well, ever.
She spread the word that they would need a strong presence in the streets of Lodan (they being the brotherhood) because this was home turf and she didn't want anything going amiss in their own home territory. Not that they were here to stir up trouble. She wanted everyone to have a good time. S
She smiled when her eyes skimmed over a few familiar faces, and her smile grew even bigger when she saw the big man looking starry-eyed at everything else. That was... until she noticed what he wasn't wearing. Her eyes fell to his bare feet and she frowned. Shaking her head she approached him, trying to think of the safest way to approach this without hurting his sensibilities.
"Thrak... dearest, where are your shoes?" She would -not- have people whispering that the Queen of Rogues starved her men of their basic needs, to include footwear and... she looked over his wardrobe... decent duds.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Jovena Barbados on Aug 14, 2016 0:55:31 GMT
"Can you smell that?!" Jovena hooted, before she realized there was no one to answer back. She slid to a halt and looked around. The crowd was very thick, she didn't realize how much bobbing and weaving she'd been doing before just now. "Shoot," she muttered before forcing her way back the way she came.
"E'scuse me, ESCUES-" Gah, people were so pushy!
"There, There you are," she said as she reached the blond and found...
another blond. and a blue haired barbie as well. "Oh, hello," For a moment Jovena was a bit in amazement. Who would have guessed that the little military mouse had friends. She'd never let on to such before, which was exactly why Jovey had dragged her out to the festival to begin with. Why she was always draggin some poor anti-social sod out to show them a good time. She thought of Andro at the Festival of Hearts, but the thought was fleeting. He hadn't suddenly become mr. popular like miss Gladys here had.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 14, 2016 1:06:56 GMT
A light blush coated Lasair’s cheeks as Edel reached out with a finger to correct his jaw. Perhaps it wouldn’t be noticed in the lighting. “Uh, yeah. I’ll have to do some digging to see which regions had what kind of clothing.” He chuckled a little to relieve some tension and happily transitioned into the next topic.
“Ah yes, I remember. They’re making good time then; I’m impressed by it all actually. The decorations around here are subtle enough to not stand out against Masaa set up to the north but not so few that people would think nothing’s happening here. It’s the right balance.” He smiled, turning his eyes around to capture all the sights. Some things looked familiar and ordinary, as they had been able to become a part of Lodan’s society, but their true source was known. A lot of the wares were homemade, but looked very foreign in many ways. Twas the results of replication, after all. Looking back at Edelweiss, he continued. “I plan on seeing Sayvahn here and spending some time with him, but it appears that he’s running late.” She had heard that the two of them were able to straighten things out already, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise. “Have you tried any of the exotic fruits of the other lands? Any favorites?” he asked then, hoping to strike a small conversation while they waited.
Man, what a headache. The summer heat wasn't helping all that much either. Despite ditching the vest and changing into a pair of baggy shorts, he was still on the warmer side, though a tad more comfortable. At least, as close to as comfortable as he could get in the crowd.
He was currently on the northwest part of the plaza, helping to better organize the merchants after a slight mix-up in wares. In a sense, it felt good to be in control again, giving out orders and offering advise, just like he did in the past as the leader of Mingo's. On the other hand, there was also the dizzying headache that he was currently dealing with; in addition to the stress of dealing with EIRAL, trying to patch things up with Edel, and fixing the aftermath of the council fiasco, putting this entire event together was just another scoop on top of the ice cream sundae of pain. Readjusting his messed up sleep schedule was merely the cherry on top, part of the reason why his head was pounding at the moment.
"...Well...this was mostly Edel's idea anyways...whatever makes her happy..." he thought with a sigh as he finished sorting out the current issue.
Making his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing everything the merchants had to offer, especially the Anderswelter merchants on the other side of the plaza. "Despite everything, this could actually be fun," he thought with a smile as he glanced at some of the vendors while keeping an eye out for Edel in the crowd.
Upon reaching the central plaza, he noticed a crowd beginning to form, as well as a number of shouts and cheers that did nothing but form a pit of dread in his stomach.
"...What the..." he muttered to himself as he made his way to ever growing crowd.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Where there be public fanfare that didnt charge admissions, she was there. Clairee loved live music, there was something so freeing about it, kind of like flying but it was something she could share with everyone and it didn't have to be a secret. The noises made her smile so much it hurt, and her eyes were sparkling at every new discovery. A non-musical noise rose at the central plaza and she gravitated toward it. Curiosity killed the cat, she reminded herself or well... tried to, but that didn't stop her from inching forward.
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