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
Well, Sayvahn had hoped for a better reaction but a mere eye roll was a descent start with Amon. Perhaps, if this was another time, the feline would have done something a bit more— something deserving of a word or too— maybe even a punch. But this was a serious time, after all. Sighing, Sayvahn placed his hands in his pockets, fingers fiddling with their contents as they walked into the manor. How luxurious— though, nothing like the Leland Manor or MI. At least, the Leland Manor had some flare, and MI had some mysticism. This one was just… bland. Though, as they walked further in, they were met by two people were not as bland. At least, not as one was nearly drunk, and both furnished with something Sayvahn had grown less found of ever since Castamere— guns. Lord, his stomach hurt just with the faint memory of the metal piercing him. At the mention of guards, Sayvahn nodded to the butler, holding briefly a smile as he nodded toward the guards as well. Hopefully this was part of Amon’s plan. If not, well. Sayvahn guessed that is where he came in, after all. But, for now, it seemed as if Amon wanted to go into the woods, and that is what Sayvahn would do as well. Although, no matter what the plan was, Sayvahn made sure to place himself between the guards and Amon. After all, if Amon was going to be the brains of the operation, it would only be fitting that the feline would be the brawn— or at least some form of shield— for the tin man.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
"So gentlemen," Amon quipped, "How are you this fine evening?"
"Fine until you showed up!"
"...Okay then..." Amon replied.
It had been a few minutes since they started, and the guards (Amon had taken to mentally naming them Grump 1, Grump 2, Peeved 1, Peeved 2, Drunk, and Suspect) still held their foul moods.
"I take it I interrupted something?" Amon asked.
"Nothing much, only just our restful evening!" replied Grump 2.
"Just tell us what we need to do so we can get this over with," sighed Peeved 1.
"The faster this goes, the faster we can get back to th' booze," quipped Peeved 2.
"Booze? Where?" exclaimed Drunk.
Amon sighed. This was gonna be a long night...
"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
The day was finally over and it was this time of night that the woman of the house felt most comfortable. Not that she was really comfortable, just less bothered and upset than she was normally. Victoria was not very happy with how her life had turned out. She’d thought marrying into this family would be good for her, not to mention she’d been genuinely interested in her husband. Only to find it was all a lie. She was only there to keep up appearances, nothing more. She had free reign of the estate and as long as she stayed out of his way it was a decent existence.
But not a life. She felt robbed. Entering a marriage only to find it was a sham. It was too late to go back. And to make things worse the woman he kept locked up… yes she knew. She was young but not stupid. She'd never actually seen the girl. But she knew. On one or two occasions she'd overheard him with her. It had been in one corner of their bedroom. The ventilation system. Her screams, they'd traveled up the piping. She wasn't sure if it could still be heard there but she no longer stayed in her room when she knew he was 'working late’ as he called it.
And tonight was one of those nights. Even though he'd been down there twice today he'd left in the middle of dinner to go again. It was bad enough he wouldn't so much as touch her but now he was denying her his presence too!
So when he left abruptly she too abandoned her meal to take walk outside like she usually liked to do at such moments. Waving away the maid who moved to follow her she exited her home planning to take a long walk and have a good cry.
However some unfamiliar voices caught her attention and she peered around some shrubbery to see the guards as well as some strangers chatting. It didn't look friendly and welcome for a distraction from her internal struggle she hunkered down to spectate.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Dec 5, 2016 20:00:34 GMT
"That's not the wording I'd have used, but I suppose it works." Edelweiss chuckled at Lasair's last question, a light and casual sound that didn't really match the tension and worry smothered beneath. The redheads would have their share of action soon enough, she figured, but exactly because this was an emergency, those first moments of the operation required a cool head and patience. They didn't know exactly where in the house Sienna was kept, and the least suspiciousness and attention they attract from security, the best. For the ginger man the starting stages might be boring since he held no knowledge of Sienna and was only there as a favor, she knew. But waiting time would soon be over, and by the voices that could be occasionally spotted here and there they were no longer alone in their walk either. "Just do your best, and color me impressed."
A young woman could be barely seen strolling towards them. That must be her, the proprietor's wife. Their ticket to a smoother entrance. Edelweiss stopped in her steps and greeted their newcoming company with a slight bow and smile. "Good evening, madam." Time to put a metaphorical mask on and work out their best act, so Lasair better turn up his charm as well. And as for Edelweiss, if her initial role is to be of a lost polite gentleman, then so be it.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The shut down of Amon by the guards made Sayvahn snort rather loudly, very unbecoming of someone like him but he couldn’t help it. Not when the tin man had been denied so blatantly. Goodness, this may end up being a lot more fun then the feline first thought, but still, the solemnness of the situation lingered at the back of his mind. Right now was not a laughing matter.
“I quite fancy a drink myself. We should one after this, hmm?” Sayvahn inquired of the taller man, edging him slightly with his elbow. “Could be fun. After all, the drink is what makes men merry.” Or at least, these men. He quite fancied wine, but alas, that was for another time.
“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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 6, 2016 7:51:05 GMT
Spying the lady in question, Lasair joined Edelweiss in bowing, only he was a bit more extravagant with it. “A good evening indeed! I must say that I was not aware that a lady so fair as yourself resided here. Tell me, what fool has allowed you to walk around unaccompanied? Surely he must trust the servers here.” It only took a few seconds for Lasair to dig up his charming persona and he went to work laying it on thick. Should the lady offer her hand to him, he would gladly kneel down to kiss it lightly. His cobalt eyes sparkled somewhat in the lighting as they were glued to the face of this lady. At the moment, his face was probably so genuine that it would fool Edelweiss. That may have been because he was a little happy to be his old charmer self again (but only a little).
Victoria was visibly surprised as the two young men addressed her. She actually glanced around half expecting them to be speaking to someone else. After nearly two years of being treated like an unwanted but necessary house pet it was actually strange to receive any attention for merely existing. "I um." She stammered a hand flying up to cup her cheek softly. she even blushed. Was she so deprived of attention that flattery from strangers had rendered her thus?
"Ah um.. are you, do you work for my.. for Clarence?" she asked holding a timid hand out to shake theirs. The short haired one seemed to be laying it on even more thickly really but after so much neglect it was nice. "How can I help you two?" she asked hesitantly.
Amon sighed. Of course Sayvahn would take their side. Not the point...but still...
"The only thing that would make me merry would be a hard drink and this gun shoved right up your-"
"And we're here!" Amon interjected. It was a very small clearing, a combination of the trees and cloud cover making sure that the only light source came from their lanterns. But one thing was certain: three large, steamwork birds, each clearly than capable of carrying equal their weights, hung motionlessly from the trees, the crates they carried dented and scattered open, the cargo nowhere to be found, save for one clockwork doll in the center.
"Oh good," Amon exclaimed, rushing to the machine, checking it out. "Not too much damage, nothing that can't be easily fixed. Okay gentlemen," he continued, standing up and addressing the group. "There should be four other dolls around here. I need half of you to find those four dolls and help bring the crates here, and the remaining half to help bring the steambirds down. Just, do be careful: these things may be fragile after their fall. Do a good job, and I'll make sure your pockets are a little heavier. Deal? Good, break!"
At his insistence, the guards begrudgingly set off, muttering under their breaths, but seemed a bit more motivated than before.
"Sayvahn, I'm gonna need you to stay here and help us with the birds," Amon said, lowering his tone. "And remember," he continued, barely more than a whisper, "Once they all come back, slip out a little further ahead; I'll join you shortly. Once we're in position, if you can, cut the lights. Above all else, keep their fire away from us; otherwise, if you can spare the spells, add to the chaos a help the machines out if things seem dicey."
Giving the man a friendly pat on the shoulder and a gentle push, Amon set out to help one of the smaller groups take down a steambird.
"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 Edelweiss Fjäril on Dec 7, 2016 7:53:22 GMT
"Oh, no no, we don't work here." Edelweiss made sure to clear that quickly. As much as it might be tempting to pass as workers of the very property for a while, it'd be extremely dangerous to risk having them bump into someone else who actually works there and could delate them as imposters. As long as it's clear they're not attempting to pass as manor servants it should actually be safer to look around while Amon and Sayvahn are distracting the actual security. "We were taking a stroll from the city, a quick trip for fresher air, but I suppose we walked too far and it was suddenly dark." She offered the lady an apologetic smile while Lasair put his flirting skills to the test (and alright, he's actually impressive at it). "Seeing you is truly a bless. If it's not a bother, may we ask for a place to sit and rest the legs for a moment, and maybe a water cup?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 7, 2016 8:22:46 GMT
As they lady extended her hand for a handshake, the velvet ander instead brought it up to his face, planting a light kiss on it before lowering her hand, lingering ever so slightly, as if he were reluctant to let go. He was content to wear a charming smile while Edelweiss did the (actual) talking, too busy running flirtatious lines and charming phrases through his mind to actually stop and plan out a backstory for their presence. He was thankful Edel has stepped in to cover that for them, leaving him to focus on his real reason for being here.
“Yes, I have a tendency to wander off while walking. But I suppose it wasn’t so bad tonight. After all, it has allowed me the privilege to gaze upon you and share your company, however brief this encounter may be.” His words were chosen carefully, in order to bring the thought to her mind that this chance meeting may be rather short. Unless, that is, she accepted the request to prolong it. And given how she was blushing by his first comments, Lasair had a feeling she wouldn’t want their time together to end just yet.
Well, that wasn’t the first time someone propositioned shoving something up his you-know-who, but normally it was under a lot more romantic circumstances. Sayvahn paid no heed to it, though. After all, such mannerism was expected. He was a rather “daintily” and feminine fellow without his speech, let alone with his velvet words slathered on top. Though, it was nice to here Amon interjecting the man— whether to break up the tension or to defend Sayvahn, even just a little, Sayvahn did not know. Sayvahn would bet the former, but the later was nice to ponder.
The wreckage they walked upon was akin to a party gone horribly wrong. Crates broken everywhere and three rather large birds staring (rather creepily) upon them. Really, Amon knows how to make things appealing, apparently. Though, frankly, most of the tin man’s contraptions did put Sayvahn a little on edge. However, part of that mainly came from Sayvahn’s interactions with Abbey and Abe— of which normally left him hurting and slightly regretting (but not fully) vising Amon on those days.
Again, Amon’s enthusiasm made Sayvahn shiver, but the feline tried to shrug it off, attributing it to the weather. Still, Sayvahn couldn’t help but side-glance the man, even as he approached him. “Glad I brought sturdier gloves,” Sayvah stated, rubbing the digits of his fingers, though he listened to the rest of Amon’s words. Slipping ahead? Sayvahn could do that. Cutting the lights? Helping with chaos? Sayvahn could do all those things. Though, at the pat and the push, Sayvahn paused, unfamiliar with the contact from the man. Lowering his eyes somewhat, the elder feline laughed a light, “Be careful, Amon.” And with that, the dancer set out to help take down the birds, or at least supervise. After all, gloves or not, Ander and technology never did mix well. Although, Edelweiss and Amon were an exception to that. Over the past few weeks, Sayvahn began to understand that more and more.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
"Heh...'Careful' would be my middle name if I had one!" Amon replied with a light laugh of his own, rushing over to help the nearest bird recovery.
"Oh give me a break..." Grump 1 muttered as he moved a bird with Sayvahn.
"You two will have plenty of time to flirt after you're outta here," Peeved 2 grunted as Amon helped him set the other bird down.
Amon merely rolled his eyes, immediately setting to work pretending to work as soon as the bird was placed on the ground, leaving Peeved 2 and Grump 1 to take down the remaining bird as soon as the second one was recovered.
"Wait for them turn their back on you," he muttered to Sayvahn as he moved to the second bird, seeing the other four guards slowly making their way back to the clearing.
"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
Victoria was indeed flattered at the guests words. How could she not be? Her cheeks colored in mild embarrassment as he gently kissed her hand. Well then, she was under the impression that something about this wasn't quite right but lacked any critical thinking skills to think further on it.
Maybe had her husband not relegated her to a living prop she might have sought him out before allowing the strangers to join her for tea. But he had and so this was her own bit of revenge as she nodded her head shyly, taking her hand back she allowed it to fall to her side as she gestured with her other one.
“Please do come in, I was about to have e some tea and cakes while I listened to music but I'd much rather have some company.” She explained as she turned to walk them inside and to one of the small sitting rooms she often occupied. It was tailored to her likings and wishes, one of the few perks this union had afforded her. She had all the latest fashions and gadgets she could ask for but deep down it wasn't enough to fill the void in her heart.
The tea and cakes were already present, the house slaves always did an excellent job. The help did their best to not invoke her wrath as she had already taken out her anger on some of the female slaves which had everything to do with the one currently being held prisoner within the very walls who was the source of her unhappiness.
Taking a seat the now much livelier woman smiled courteously at her guests. “So, do tell me about yourselves. Are you new to this area?”
Post by Jackson R. Willbert on Dec 31, 2016 5:43:15 GMT
Jackson awoke with a start. He had made himself fairly comfortable in the study and ended up taking a nap. Despite being a light sleeper, used to keeping an eye and ear open while he rested, he slept quite soundly, his employer merely ignoring his presence.
However, his instincts told him something was wrong, and as such, he woke up to deal with the impending crisis.
"Crap, gotta crap!" he grunted as he rolled off of the couch and rushed out of the study, startling some maids as he made his way down the hall.
On the way, he happened to glance and see the missus down the hallway with two guests. Sort of odd really...
...Not that he had any time to dwell on the matter...he had a much more urgent matter to attend to, rushing the opposite way to a lavatory down the hall, slamming the door behind him.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 2, 2017 7:24:58 GMT
And so the act continued, as the redhead leader accepted the invitation for accompanying Victoria with a smile on her face and an offered arm to walk, though she'd let Lasair handle most of the talking on the way and further. On a lighter occasion, the offer of cake and tea along some light chatting would have been genuinely nice - but this is not an actually light occasion and she did not in any manner forget they are there under the task of rescuing Sienna. Patience and pleasantness were simply a key for that end.
Talk goes and talk went, and that hasty-bordering-on-despaired man hurrying in the background actually gave Edelweiss the perfect excuse for searching for their dansel in distress. "Excuse me, may I use the restroom? "