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 Veronika Tallent on Feb 20, 2017 21:44:06 GMT
Veronika giggled, stopping them to paint a heart on Lucius's nose. "There, now you'll fit in well at the festival. Maybe some girl there will find your nose-heart to be irresistible and you'll leave with a girlfriend." She winked and laughed again. He looked, in his words, truly "Adorably ridiculous," she said, still laughing. They resumed their walking, and it wasn't long before they reached the festival.
She nodded to the next comments about the barbecue. It did sound awfully delicious. Then she laughed again. "Agreed. Mushy couples are quite ridiculous. I mean, as a bit of a girly girl, I do enjoy a good romance novel or things of that nature, and a cute couple, of course, melts my heart. But some people take it so far to the point of being cheesy, almost like an act, and though I see nothing wrong with it, it's horribly hard not to find it humorous." She explained, attempting to bring back a little dignity to her words, and not act like such a silly girl as she had before.
She narrowed her eyes when he asked where the flower was, but wasn't legitimately upset, so she couldn't keep a smile from showing up on her face, which definitely destroyed the look of annoyance she was going for. "Lets go to some of the stands first, to kill some time. I'm curious what they might be selling. I'm always interested in seeing the handmade trinkets being sold, as an artist. I brought a little money, but I probably won't buy anything. My mind is much more focused on that delicious smelling food."
What? Her big mouth actually got her points for once? Oh wow, this was a first. To be honest she was moderately in shock and a little in awe of the woman before her. Well, make hay while the sun shines! "Thank you, I shall do that right now. Enjoy the rest of the festival and I will be seeing you," she stated cheerily, intent on leaving to go about her merry way but she realized that she was not entirely sure as to where and when she was to fill out said paperwork. "Would you like me to do the paperwork now ooor...?" The woman looked busy and she had a bushel of sweets calling her name just a few paces away so hopefully she would mean later or at least make it quick reply to Kunchen
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 21, 2017 1:57:55 GMT
The man's response did little to clear up his confusion and before he could say anything else the gentleman was hurrying in the direction that woman had just disappeared off to. This was giving him a headache, one of those horrible ones that made the scar on his head throb. Making a face, he pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping for it to go away as quickly as it came. He had been in such a good mood before but now it was soured with the pain of his headache and that woman's reaction to him.
"Maybe you should follow her? I mean, she looked really distraught over this... If you could just-"
"And do what exactly? Apologize? Ask her to explain? It seemed very clear to me that she did not even want to be around me after that little out burst," he snorted, interrupting Mary before she could finish.
"No no! I think she was... overwhelmed or in shock. Not in control of her emotions. Just talk to her, I'm sure things will clear up," she implored, giving him an unhappy look.
"I do not want to play cat and mouse games just to get to know someone who does not appear to give a lick of care when it comes to my feelings regarding my lost memories," he grumbled under his breath, turning to leave.
Mary reached up and grabbed his arm, stopping him as she gave him a sad look. "I know she upset you but please, give her another chance. You'll regret this, I know you will."
He simply looked at her in silence, frustration as clear as day on his face before he sighed and turned to walk in the direction that Medivha had disappeared to. "Is everything alright?" he called out, stepping inside the tent with a hesitant look on his face. drat this blasted headache.
The Festival of Hearts. The supposedly most romantic thing to do in Lodan during an awfully cold February. Aida would agree, somewhat, if it wasn’t for the fact all of her current loves were off doing whatever they planned on doing that day. Edgar had been distant, but more so tired than distant. He said that maybe he would make an appearance, but it would depend. Aida understood. He was busy after all, which was one of the ways that both of them were staying a float. It was difficult to survive on an actor’s salary but, well, she tried her best. And in regards to the fox— she was uncertain more so about him than anyone else. She had been trying to avoid him and his guild, wishing to put space between them and well, that didn't exactly prove to be the best for their relationship either. But if avoiding him was her goal, she had been rather successful at that. Except that night she ran to grab her sketchbook, but aside from that, there had been a lack of red in her life. Perhaps, for the better, the feline sadly mused, tucking a strand behind her ear. Sighing, Aida looked over the stalls, through the crowd— looking for a different kind of red. One that was familiar, but also, comforting. And steadily, she saw her. Surrounded by gem children. As always. They were at a craft booth of sorts, her hair up while she was wearing a dress again. The thought made Aida smile, and steadily, the dancer walked to her. “Edelweiss,” Aida hummed, tucking one hand behind her back as she tapped the crimson angel’s shoulder. “Edelweiss, my dear. You aren’t here with your other half? What did Amon do this time?” The feline chuckled, more so for the kids amusement then for her own. Though, after a slight chuckle, she stopped. Brow furrowing, Aida adjusted her glasses, frowning as her confirmation wavered. “W-wait. Edelweiss, is that you?” The person in question looked a bit older than Edelweiss. Still young, but with some age to her, but— they looked strikingly like the Crimson Angel. It almost blurred Aida’s brain a bit, trying to figure out what was off. Did… Edelweiss have an older sister?
“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 Feb 21, 2017 3:15:34 GMT
The woman Aida had greeted was surprised to have someone calling her by that name, and in fact took a couple seconds before realizing it was indeed her whom was being called, which seemed to amuse the kids greatly with how many of them had to stop their crafting to stiffle random snickers. She definitely wasn't Edelweiss, despite the initial similarities: for one thing, her hair had no fringe, flowing in continuous sunset-colored tresses tied into a braided bun, occasional little streaks of white from age visible here and there. She was also considerably older, and her eyes were a different hue as well, a very pale aquamarine green instead of pastel rosy-amber.
"Sorry, my daughter isn't here at the moment." Rose corrected the other woman with a soft chuckle, tilting her head to see better who was the person who had called her (and apparently mistaken her for Edelweiss) without having to leave her current seat with the kids. "How do you know my little pumpkin sweet? Are you one of her workers?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Grief and its after affects was not something uncommon to Sandsworth. Though, Vieka’s reaction to it was different. Perhaps that was the point behind the fear of anders. Already, a man— no, a woman in pain, in anger, was dangerous enough. But one with magic? Now Sandsworth understood, faintly, why they were so sought after. Flame from back and eyes, like a mythical creature of fire, Vieka crouched away, burdened and hurt. Sandsworth furrowed his brow, holding his swatted hand, uncertain what to do. “What should I do? Consolation is not my strong point.” Sandsworth confessed, and it was true. Normally emotions and feelings were Kunchen’s department. His was just paperwork and reasoning. Currently, all of his reasoning’s were telling him to save anything mechanical. Especially at the cracking. Furrowing his brow deeper, he pushed anything mechanical further away from the girl, being cautious to step around her as if she himself would break him. And maybe, she could. “Vieka. Breath. Count to ten. Then another ten. Count over and over until you hear your heartbeat, and focus on that. Your heartbeat.” Sandsworth muttered, taking a seat across from her, bending his back a little so he was a bit more on her level. Glancing to the side, he reached for a napkin, of which he offered to her. “Breath, Vieka. Breath.” Though, the napkin was paused as he heard shuffling. Back straightening, Sandsworth glared toward the tent’s opening. “Now’s not the best time, sir. Please stay outside.” Sandsworth called, moving a little bit as to cover Vieka and her current state.
The girl was full of spirit. Hopefully that would continue to burn. “See you shortly, then.” Kunchen nodded, and when the next question was brought up, she pondered for a bit. Looking toward the booth, then to the gone Borus, then to a fleeing Vieka and Sandsworth, Kunchen squinted, thinking what would be the best option. “Perhaps later. Stop by booth later. Or, visit EIRAL headquarters. First, enjoy yourself. Is a time for fun, after all. Not work.” Kunchen humfed, though, she was here for work. And play. Mostly play. After all, people didn’t like cows in streets for some reason. Shame really. Cows were gentle creatures. Keeping an eye on the booth, Kunchen nodded to Sophia’s farewell. Though, another person had approached the pen. A big man. A strong man. Maybe. He looked toward the chickens, and Kunchen grunted. Bending down, she grabbed one of the chickens near her, picking the little bird up. Softly, she cradled it as she approached the fence. “Wanna pet?” She asked, moving the chicken closer to the man. “Is nice chicken. Brush along feathers, down back,” Kunchen explained, giving a toothy grin.
Upon further inspection, indeed, the woman was not Edelweiss. A snow river twirled through the woman’s hair, through her bun, and age plucked at the corner of her eyes. Yet, she was still beautiful, her eyes glimmering gently. Swallowing, Aida bowed a bit, “Ah, sorry Madam. I mistook you for—“ she had said daughter. This was Edelweiss’ mother? “I mistook you for your daughter. Goodness, now I know where she gets her good looks from. Ah, I apologize, I’m so flustered.” Aida stated, holding one of her hands to her face. Also, pumpkin sweet? That was so precious. This woman was so precious. “I am a friend of hers, and although I’m not explicitly one of her workers, I do work in one of her theaters. I’m a dancer, you see. My name is Aida. What may yours be?”
“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 Aldvar Ragnulf on Feb 21, 2017 19:00:19 GMT
Aldvar looked up as one of the women in the pen itself walked over, cradling a one of the little birds in her arms. She seemed to be aged, and there was an air of order about her. His first instinct was to hide his grin, but when he saw the cute hen before him, he couldn't. He paused, preparing himself to try and hide his Svedish accent, feeling it would be especially important to do so around this crowd.... Even more so with recent events. However, it did seem as if this woman had a sort of... different way of speaking as well. Maybe if his accent did slip through, (which it likely would, he unfortunately had to admit,) she wouldn't care too much... "I'd love to pet the bird." He said with a nod, and reached out with the hand that was not holding his drink. The chicken seemed fearful, and pecked at his arm. He winced. "Hey, it's okay little bird," he reassured the creature "I won't hurt you." With his words, the chicken calmed down a little and let him pet him. Aldvar chuckled.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 21, 2017 19:21:55 GMT
"It's alright, sweetheart. No need to be nervous." Rose chuckled, waving her hand in a comforting gesture. How old was this dancer girl? She seemed to be older than Edel, but was still probably young enough to be her daughter too... And then the redhead woman started pondering how would it have been if she had given Edel a couple siblings when she was young, then maybe she'd not have that forlorn look whenever she thought Rose wasn't looking. It was a bittersweet thought.
"I'm Rose, nice to meet you Aida."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Vieka didn't really know how to answer him, because truthfully she didn't know the answer herself. It had been a long time since she needed consoling, she had thought she had cried all the tears that she had left. Clearly she was wrong, but for the both of them not really knowing what to do, his help was appreciated. The brunette willed herself to calm down, counting to ten, and then indeed counting to ten again. She couldn't hear her own heart beat, but she could feel the pulse of magic through her veins, how it thrummed like a pulse with it's own heart beat, and danced under her skin. Had she been less experienced, if this had been before she left Lodan, Vieka might have fought it. She might have tried to beat back the magic coursing through her and likely would have made the backlash even worse; but with time comes maturity, and she hadn't just sat around while she was absent. Instead, the cadet accepted it, let it run it's course, and redirected it. It flowed around her body seeking an outlet, and while the woman was internally berating herself for not ridding herself of it earlier, she directed it towards her palms.
Both hands placed against the ground, she shifted so that she was sat cross legged, still breathing deeply as per Sandsworths instruction. Slowly, she felt the magic pulsing inside her sink its way down, into her palms and into the earth they were flattened against, and for a short moment the raging emotions inside of her subsided. She was still shaken yes, but she at least felt less like she was about to have a heart attack at any given second. Her stance relaxed some slightly, she eyes flickering open to view the blond haired man in front of her thankfully as the last glimpses of gold faded from her iris'. She was about to say thank you to him until a familiar voice had her tensing back up again.
Vieka's eye's shot to the redhead by the door, guilt instantly gnawing at her gut. Wow she sucked. Like, really sucked. Here she was, stewing in her own guilty misery and she hadn't even thought of how she must have come across to him, how her actions might have affected him. She swallowed thickly, beating back the tidal wave of emotions back behind it's obsidian dam and locking it up tightly with a golden key. No more outbreaks like that... hopefully anyway.
"It's okay Sandsworth." She spoke up, a certain hoarseness to her voice but it was steady this time, more of a husky baritone than the bombshell of heartbreak it had been before. Shifting, she briefly noted at how she appreciated him blocking her from view as she took a moment to straighten herself and run her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face. Reaching over, she went to place her hand on the colonel's shoulder only to pause, hovering it over his shoulder for a moment instead before picking herself back up off the ground.
She turned to Stephens direction, but she didn't really look directly at him. It was too painful, still too fresh, so instead she settled for somewhere over his shoulder, a neutral expression on her features.
Sienna trotted along after the couple, at times feeling like their adopted child and fleetingly like a useless addition. Her emotions were still so flighty, she hated it. But the mention of sweets perked her up somewhat. Mingo walked beside her, clacking his beak at anything that got too close. She did finally speak up though, expressing her desires, softly. "L-lemon tarts." She announced, not asked. Usually her speech was subdued either in sound or wordage. She was trying to be her old assertive self when she could manage it. But more often than not some polite term was added in the end as she dipped her head a bit. "Please." It wasn't that she didn't know them of course, she did. But being away so long... she felt like she was having to relearn them all over again.
"You know I'm rather partial to sweets." Edelweiss replied with a soft snicker, before moving to take Amon's offered arm. Truth, pure and simple. The answer for herself was rather obvious already although she couldn't really answer it about Sienna or Amon himself - so while she'd not oppose to have something else if they both would rather taste another flavors, the redhead would contently flock towards sugar like a butterfly flies towards a colorful lamp.
Sienna trotted along after the couple, at times feeling like their adopted child and fleetingly like a useless addition. Her emotions were still so flighty, she hated it. But the mention of sweets perked her up somewhat. Mingo walked beside her, clacking his beak at anything that got too close. She did finally speak up though, expressing her desires, softly. "L-lemon tarts." She announced, not asked. Usually her speech was subdued either in sound or wordage. She was trying to be her old assertive self when she could manage it. But more often than not some polite term was added in the end as she dipped her head a bit. "Please." It wasn't that she didn't know them of course, she did. But being away so long... she felt like she was having to relearn them all over again.
"Alright then..." Amon replied with a small smile, giving Edel a small kiss on the head and a light nod to Sienna. "Sweets it is..." he said, leading the girls through the crowds, passing by a number of booths, some selling wares, others offering small plays, and even some touting various carnival-games. It was starting to get a tad crowded, and some of the vendors were a little too aggressive this year, so Amon offered Sienna a hand so that they didn't get too separated; she had Mingo, but still.
Thankfully, the birb did help keep the more aggressive ones at bay, so they arrived at the food stalls no problem. Now he knew Edel wasn't all that picky, so...
"Lemon tarts...Lemon tarts..." Amon muttered, quickly glancing at the stalls before hearing a familiar voice call him out.
"Yoohoo~ Amon dearie~"
"Mrs. Bakers?" Amon asked as he led their party to the plump woman running one of the stalls. "Huh...completely slipped my mind that you were running a stall...where's the old man?"
"Oh, you know me dearie, no rest for the wicked!" Mrs. Bakers responded with a small giggle. "Hubby is currently out getting more supplies; you won't believe how busy we've been! Speaking of, I see you brought your darling Edelweiss with you and...oh my, it is so good to see you again Sienna!" she continued with a soft smile, showing tenderness to her favorite customer and to the prior guild leader.
"Please please please, help yourself to whatever you want!" She said, gesturing at all the baked goods, ranging from sweet bread to doughnuts to the sought after tarts, just to name a few.
"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 Feb 22, 2017 16:36:59 GMT
And there they could spot the baker with the most appropriate name ever. Sometimes the universe could be puny like that. Edelweiss let out a soft chuckle at the plump woman's chipper demeanor before greeting her with a little wave of hand. "Hello Mrs. Bakers, and thank you, we will."
And then she picked a simple glazed doughnut for herself plus this slightly oversized truffle with fruity jam filling that seemed nice to taste, before nonchalantly proceeding to stack up a pyramid of lemon tarts for Sienna. Adopted child, maybe not. Adopted little sister? Seemed accurate enough (sorry Stephen, you can't be her sister, you're stuck in the little brother role instead).
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Sienna accepted Amon's hand, hesitantly. She had on gloves which helped but still, touching other people was kind of hard sometimes. She relaxed after a while though and smiled as a familiar baker came into sight. It was so nice to see someone she knew in a sea of strangers. She scooted up to the treats, her eyes glistening with happiness as she beheld the tarts. Before she could acquire any though Edel had begun stacking them into her waiting arms. Mingo clacked his beak beside her in anticipation. It had been long since they had been able to dine on food as they pleased. not that the meals they'd received had been bad but being fed while imprisoned made everything taste bland.
"T-thank you" She said softly as she nibbled on one, her face puckered up in pleasure and she lowered the same tart for Mingo to have some as well.
Amon couldn't help but chuckle at Sienna's sudden enthusiasm, sharing in Mrs. Bakers' mirth as he grabbed two more glazed doughnuts, one for himself, and one extra to share for Edel...just in case.
"Thanks again Mrs. Bakers," Amon said.
"Now now, the pleasure is all mine," she replied. "Now don't be a stranger, okay Sienna? I've got all kinds of treats for you to try out~"
"She'll spoil her rotten~" Amon thought with a small smile and a roll of the eyes, shaking his head a little as the image of Sienna being surrounded with enough sweets to make Edel jealous entered his mind. After he payed for the treats, he led the girls to a spot where they could sit and observe the passersby.
"So..." he said after a while, in between bites. "Any places that we passed by that perked your interests?"
"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
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