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 Aug 14, 2016 1:38:01 GMT
Maeve was content to hang out in the Lodan- section of the festival, she liked feeling comfortable and secure in the familiar but as per usual, a flash of sissies long dark hair, darting toward a ruckus caught Maeves eye and she tossed her head back and groaned: right before storming off in that direction. "Where are her brothers when she needs them?" Maeve asked the clouds in exasperation. Seriously, the girl had twelve older brothers, and they couldn't sic one of them on her as her watch dog?
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Aug 14, 2016 2:02:58 GMT
"They really did a good job at it." Edelweiss nodded in agreement at the comments about the decorations around, and then as Lasair mentioned intending to pass some time with Sayvahn and trying things from the stalls, a softer smile appeared on the redhaired woman's lips. It was nice and actually relieving to hear from his own mouth that he and the Feline had patched things up between themselves; the last time she'd seen those two in the same room had been such a dramatic bloody mess afterall (in the literal sense, even).
"That sounds fun. But no, sadly I haven't actually tried anything from the other areas yet, edible or not - been just supervising the last retouches over here for the past couple hours; do you mind if we keep each other company until Sayvahn arrives?" Though she figured that after he arrives it might not be a good idea for her to keep tagging along them, depending on how things are. She wasn't insensitive enough to intrude in someone else's date. But oh well, if it proves to be the case where she better leave them to have their privacity, she might as well just look around on her own for a while and have fun by herself. Maybe by that time there'd be more surety on Amon having finished his work too and she could go try to find him in the crowd.
As Howl was eating he noticed a big commotion nearby with people bumping into each other and falling down. He was going to go see what was up before Julian approached him. "Oh, h-hello..." Howl said to Julian. He looked around to see if there was a way out of this conversation, but saw none. Howl sighed, "Haven't you heard? There is a festival going on in commemoration of the curfew being lifted". Howl still didn't understand this guy, he is nice one minute and then rude the next. Howl looked down, unsure of what to say next. "I-I was going to check out that section," Howl pointed to the southeast section. "I heard there was some ander t-things..." Howl's voiced trailed off. He didn't know if Julian was an ander or at least didn't hate them.
Skye sauntered over to Caitlin, wearing his usual long coat and eyepatch. The threat of someone noticing him was greatly lessened to the lack of wanted posters. The Queen had ordered them removed for the festivities as it gave the wrong impression of Lodan. Alistair had not been pleased, but the man was hanging on by his finger tips after the repeated failures of the EIRAL during this war.
"Thrak," he said in greeting as he placed a hand on Cait's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. No sense repeating the question. Though it was a good one. The man must have soles of iron.
Post by Julian Darknoll on Aug 14, 2016 4:00:22 GMT
Julian was surprised by what Howl said, that this city has festivals and that they had a curfew? "They had a curfew? I didn't know that..." Julian said looking down at his boots. "Hmm, going to check out the ander stuff. Tempting." He said scratching his chin. Julian was weighting his options in his head, go back to sleep on a bench or go walk around with a socially awkward boy. He was rested, so he had only one option. "I'll go with you, unless you don't want me to walk with you." He said smiling as he looked down at the boy who was sitting on a bench, he looked uncomfortable, probably because of Julian. "Ready to go?" Smirking as he said it, for he knew that the boy didn't really like him, but tonight he was going to change that, or make the boy scared of him even more.
"We are all born to die - the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live." -Gina Lollobrigida
Come one, come all! The newest country of Tömörbata has announced a new event in the festival plaza!
The silent dancers have paused their performance to set up a new event. A chalk circle was drawn in the pavement and a young man stood in the center. To the side was a weapon’s rack displaying weapons never before seen in Lodan. Spears with axes at the end (known as Halberds), Tridents, Spears with blades at the end (known as Glaives), wooden Staffs, regular Spears, and various other Pole-arms type of weapons, some familiar but most foreign. It was easy to see that the theme was fighting at a distance.
The young man standing in the circle was of pale skin and wore a fur cap on his head. He gripped an aged Halberd in one hand while the other was raised to his mouth as he spoke out with an accent.
“Announcing a tournament for the masses! Come test your worth with our land’s personal weapons. Best a fellow citizen for a monetary reward. Best me for a golden trophy to take home!” As he spoke that part, a man stepped forward and displayed a trident. It possessed an intricate swirling pattern covering the entire staff. The swirled pattern was inlaid with gold wire. “Think you have what it takes?! Prove it.”
Shrugging a little in embarrassment, Gladys wasn’t quite sure how to receive the kindness were showing her. “I uh, well I haven’t gotten to experience much so far. But the help would be appreciated, if you’re sure you don’t mind.” She stuttered a bit with her words, face blushing as she did so. In the span of two minutes, two people had showed her more kindness than all but two people in the EIRAL had. It was funny, really. The guard had no idea that kindness like this even existed anymore. It was so hard to remember that the real world existed outside the ranks after all.
Before she could really say or do anything more, Jovena herself reappeared, which caused a whole new blush to form on her cheeks. “Friends?” she squeaked, feeling herself grow smaller despite the fact she was the tallest among them. Oh how she hated being a tall woman at times. “I, um, just met them. Fell over her, and um, she saw,” she gestured to Veronika and Zona in turn. “This is the friend I was just looking for. Guess she uh, found us,” she turned to explain to the other two girls, eyes falling to the ground.
Just then, as if to save Gladys from any further embarrassment, the announcement was made throughout the plaza and it called for people to fight, to battle. “Would any of you be interested in that?” she asked, hoping to draw the attention away from herself.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2016 9:44:46 GMT by Gladys Hayden
“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 Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 14, 2016 15:08:44 GMT
There was a certain blessing in anonymity, and while Thrakazog was certainly a recognizable fellow, he didn't have a reputation as large as he was... yet. So even though he was employed by the Queen of Rogues, and even though he was arguably a pirate, he certainly hadn't been on enough missions to warrant a wanted-poster or a side-eye from one of the Queen's Guard. On the other hand, having a reputation, like his employer Caitiln did, had its benefits too. And for all Thrakazog knew, his days of anonymity were numbered, because just then - the 'Queen' herself came out of the crowded streets and walked directly up to him with her Commander in tow. People among the Brotherhood would certainly be aware of where their leader was, and who she was with. And people not among her brood knew her as the Baroness, and probably wondered if she was about to donate to the poor, given Thrak's wardrobe - or lack thereof.
She walked up and politely asked, "Thrak... dearest, where are your shoes?". That was followed by Commander Skye's curt greeting of Thraks' nickname.
Upon seeing his fearless leader though, Thrakazog's face lit up even more, and if his smile from seeing the sites at the Faire could grow any wider, it did. He cheerfully returned the greetings, "Ug dere, Miss Cait! Mister Skye!" And he waved cheerfully, in case they hadn't seen him, which of course, was impossible.
He then went on to answer his Captain's question, as only he knew how. "Ok... so dem is in da mud in da harbor. At least, dat's where me tink dey wuz last. Me was down at da docks, lookin for sumting nice to give to Lorri for da special day, but me didn't find nuthin me could afford. See, dere was dese three merchant ships wut came in 'round da holi... da holid... a little while ago. And da Svedes shot at dem, and me saw it, so me kicked off da boots and jumped in da water, and me swam out and me got some of dem out of dere. But one... one was real bad off, and dis nice doctor lady came ober and she helped him, and den she said me did good, so to go wit her. So me did. We went into da town, and she said dere was dis shop, and she stopped and bought some tings, and den she took me to da doctor place, and she said me wuz a mess... cuz, see, me was swimmin, and pullin people up onto da mud banks, and den back in, and back out, and back in, and den back out some more. So she made me take a bath - a BATH, like in a tub and all! And den when me wuz done dere, she said me was to get dressed in dese clothes she got for me, and me tried, but some of it was too small. But some fit, so me had dis nice shirt, and pants, and even shoes with laces! Welp! Me was so overwh... oberwelm... she was SO nice, and me didn't have no money to pay her for dem... and me will admit... me cried a little. And den, and den she fed me stew, and it was good, and she let me keep da clothes. So me took dem off when me got back to da ship, and me folded dem real nice and put dem in my trunk in case me need dem for sumting special. And den me went to bed."
He took a deep breath, inflating his shirt to the breaking point. "And DEN, me went back to work like normal, cuz me gotta save up to buy some new clothes." At a look from one of them, Thrak explained, "Me had a spare shirt and pants, yub, but nub boots. Dem cost more. So me saved up enough to get dis shirt and dese pants," which were in sad shape, and probably were when they started, "but nub da boots yet. Welp... me looked here in da fair, but dese boots cost more den me gots. And dere was dis place dat had dese really yummy-lookin tings... dey was called cannol... canoll... can-ob-leaves it sounds like, but iz nub. And me bought sum ob dem. And yub, dey was yummy."
He looked a little sheepish at the end of that, knowing full well he spent his hard-earned money on treats instead of essentials.
Just then, somebody announced a fighting contest, and Thrakazog lit up once more, "Ooo! Does youz wanna see dat?"
The faltering smile did not go unnoticed by the feline, and sighing, Aida laced her arm around his, her head, resting against the taller man as she hummed. “The longer we spend here, the less time I get to spend with you out there.” Which, was a fact she had to admit. After all. Another man was waiting for her, and that clincher, another man, made her heart flutter and cry at the same time. ~ Shoulders brushed shoulders as people ferried their way across the streets, huddling around stall after stall to experience a culture they never knew existed. Some stalls, Aida recognized. Others, she avoided. Ca-alla, being the main one she to avoid her presence. Although there were many islands that the dancer had never visited on the continent, the country’s influence still lingered under her skin, the fire, never really disappearing from her veins. Not like Damien had. The feline was slightly envious of the demon in her mind for that. Being able to leave the world, at peace, while she was brought back into it, her own regret, still lingering, still biting at her— rendering nights restless and painful. But, Edgar had helped her on such nights. Being with her, helping her, staying with her, wrapping his arms around the dancer’s trembling form and promising for better days if the nights brought so much tragedy. How could she say no to him? To those sweet words? The least the blonde could do was do the same for him, because that is what she wanted to do. Make him happy, and most of all, make him feel loved.
So, even if he ventured into Ca-alla, she would follow him into it. The same, with any country, for that matter. Aida followed, smiling, laughing with him, her touch, ever lingering on his arm, except, when she spotted red. Two reds, to be exact, blossoming amongst black and pink.
Confusion and longing barely slipped past the older woman’s lips as her breath caught. The crimson angel, and her counter part— Aida’s angel of deceit, side by side. Not unheard of, nor unexpected, but still unfamiliar. Even that name too, seemed unfamiliar—“the angel of deceit”, being far too negative now. Angel of fire, angel of sorrow, so many names she could attribute to Lasair that the prince of angels himself would be at a loss to name. Even angel of beauty, right then, would fit—but that name would have to be shared by both angels. Their bodies, ever matching, ever so fitting side by side to each other. Instead of envy, instead of worry, Aida felt longing for both of them, and that, that confused her even more.
“E-Edgar.” She called, ever so sweetly, her eyes, never leaving the angels forms, their grace, so beautiful that it made speaking difficult. “L-let’s go over there.”
Though, even as she said it, the dancer regretted the words. Her dress brushing against her heels, the bangles, at her wrists telling tales of scorn and malice. Yet, Edelweiss already knew of her truth. But, what would Lasair make from it? Hesitance pulled at her, almost as much as Edgar did. Yet, Edgar— that made her strong somewhat. Knowing that if Lasair didn’t love her— Didn’t love Sayvahn still for something like this, Edgar at least did, and so did Edelweiss. And that, that made her strong. “Lasair! Edelweiss!” Sayvahn called out, his grasp on Edgar slipping away as the older man ran to the duo. “My god, I can scarcely recognize you to. You look amazing. I, I cannot believe it. Oh, I’m so happy that all of us can be together like this.” Reaching forward, he pulled the two into a hug, so quick that the two could barely react before Aida pulled away, realizing, at last, that a familiar feeling was missing from her grasp. “Ah, let me introduce you to someone. Here, here, this is Edgar.” Reaching out, the older woman pulled Edgar forward, clasping onto him as the dancer pulled him into the circle she was now forming. “Edgar, this is Edelweiss, a goddess in her own right, and this is—“ Turning to Lasair, the feline paused for a moment before she laughed, continuing her words, although, eyes averted, somewhat shy and somewhat uncertain. “And L-Lasair. A prince among princes.” The older woman stated, holding tightly to Edgar as she bowed her head, embarrassment, lingering on her cheeks, because, lord knew she was a fool, and lord knew that the firefox was gorgeous. But, they all seemed to be. Everyone, in their own element, in their own grace, and Aida, feeling blessed to among all of them. But oh goodness, was she going to be in trouble for it. Whether from Lasair, or from Edgar. Maybe even Edelweiss. Oh heavens, she didn’t even know anymore.
“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 14, 2016 18:50:14 GMT
Edelweiss turned around when heard her name being called. That... was Sayvahn? With Edgar? Oh. He/she had brought someone else in toll, then (she thought) the plans between the Feline and the Velvet ginger likely weren't actually a romantic date but just going out as friends? That did seem rather fun to hang around for now, without feeling like she's invading someone's private moments.
"Wow, just look at you! You look beautiful, Sayvahn. Are those from your homeland?" It was a really nice outfit indeed from her point of view. Flowy and colorful, but not seeming too uncomfortable for wear. Though looking at the blonde's hands and noticing the filed claws, she gave a softer, sympathethic smile. "...Though it feels like you could use some help to resharpen those later on..."
Then Sayvahn went at it pulling Edgar towards them and proceeding to describe her as a 'goddess', and the redhead woman couldn't help but chuckle. That was Sayvahn, alright, no matter in what clothes. "We have met before." She explained simply before turning to give the other a proper greeting. "It's been a while, Mr. Anapello. Nice to see you again," 'And not in black, that one is new', she added in her mind.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 15, 2016 0:29:13 GMT
Caitlin gave a quick squeeze to Skye's hand as it landed on her shoulder. She was amazed at how long winded Thrak's stories could be, but it was an amused kind of amazed and there was a certain charm to it. She smiled back at the man and traded a glance with Faolan before answering. "I guess no one told you, you're allowed to spend guild money on yourself, or even claim things such as clothing and footware from our stores, so long as it isn't marked for a trade shipment." His eyes lit up, but a second later she realized it was because of the tourney announcement.
She smiled again. "Are you?" Interested that is. "Before you can compete we should find you something to wear on your feet. Skye and I can help you with that." She offered, though she did hope they could be quick about it. Even she didn't want to miss seeing fighters from around the world compete in a little friendly fight.
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 Mulven Renehan on Aug 15, 2016 1:20:07 GMT
People passed around him, all headed inland toward the festivities. He gave a forced grin, as he began to feel a trickle of sweat on his brow. He knocked again. And again. And he called out through the front door.
"Rava? Rava are you in there," Was it his imagination or were the roses starting to wilt in his hands? "Rava please, come outside." Was she really still this upset about him losing the dog? It wasn't like the dog died! "Rava let me make it up to you."
Mulven pulled a kerchief from his back pocket and dabbed at his brow and his neck. He was sweating and this stupid outfit was too much in this heat. At least when the sun went down he'd feel a bit better. Hopefully when it did he wasn't sitting at a pub alone drinking away the miserable thought that his own fiance wasn't speaking to him.
"Rava!" He shushed a little when he noticed the awkward glances. He waved at a few people starring at him with... pity? He narrowed his gaze on them and gritted his teeth together till his jaw popped. This was beyond embarassing. He was being stood up.
Mulven tossed the roses on her doorstep and stormed off.
Amon's eye twitched at the announcement of the impromptu tournament. With a sigh, he started to circumvent his way around the crowd, his bangs hiding his eye roll at the entire situation.
"Nope. Not my problem..." he thought as he made his way through the crowd, doing his best to be as discrete as possible. Best to look for Edel now...maybe she'd be interested in this sort of thing. Regardless, being noticed by anyone would slow him down. Considering the slight change of clothes, the newer, five-fingered model of his arm, as well as his bangs covering his eyes and half of his face, it should be enough that recognition at a glance would be highly unlikely.
"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
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 15, 2016 4:06:17 GMT
Looking around one last time, he nodded to Edelweiss with a small smile. “I’d like that, but please don’t be offended when we depart without you.” It was reassuring in a way to hear that she was willing to wait with him. He was happy to see her tonight, especially since it was on a good note for once. No nightmare troubles, no crying, just visiting for a few minutes to enjoy the atmosphere. It was a warming thought, especially when he remembered that (hopefully) soon, he’d get to spend some time with Sayvahn. The two of them really needed some time together; badly. Outside the halls of MI and out in the open air.
It was almost on cue that he heard the familiar voice call out his name (as well as Edel’s) and he turned to the source as he tried to spot Sayvahn through the crowd. When the feline finally ran up to them, surprise coated Lasair’s face. The clothes made Sayvahn look like an entirely different person. A different gender too, in fact. But they didn’t look bad. In fact, he wore them pretty well. Smiling, Lasair was going to say something about it when he was pulled into a hug for a moment. But it was a short hug and Sayvahn pulled back, seemingly fleeing to a taller man at her side.
The way the two of them were dressed, not the mention they way they stood next to each other. It seemed as though Lasair’s date had been snatched from him. But was it by choice? Edgar was a name he had heard once before; it was the name of Sayvahn’s other lover. But why were the pair of them here, dressed to match one another, instead of dressed normally? The way Sayvahn seemed to appear nervous and even trip over words told Lasair that it wasn’t by the feline’s choice, so that left the blame to Edgar. But did the taller man do it on purpose or not? Judging by the look on his face, Lasair would say not.
“You both look great,” he finally managed to say, cutting in before mister tall could reply to Edel. The compliment was mostly directed to Sayvahn, however. “As stated, I’m Lasair Lupen. Nice to meet you,” he greeted with a flat smile, trying to make the best of the situation. Perhaps he could work something out and save the night from ruin. But perhaps not. It was hard to tell at this point. Better to wait and see.
Skye nodded, it wasn't like he had anywhere better to be and spending time with Cait in a more public setting was much on his list of things to do today. He offered a smile and a nod. Perhaps he'd find something for himself along the way, like a nice warm doughnut fresh from the oven. "Too bad it's not a sword fighting competition. I don't think I'd do very well with those pole arms."
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