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aterat2020-11-07 11:49 pm
stickyflippers) wrote in aterat2020-11-07 11:49 pm
He is beauty, he is grace, see him fall right on his face. >>;;
Who; Caelan and you!
What; Caelan is back from the dead, and he’s not happy. 1 Open log & 1 Open Network Post
Where; The fountain square, and tell-phone network.
When; Early November, post Bear defeat
Warnings; Expected references to a violent death, probably alcohol at some point, and to note: He will be blind for these threads, as per the cost of resurrection. Expect a less charming and happy seal man for a while.
The Fountain Square
Being returned to the city was a relief, honestly. Even if he couldn’t see the place he’d been, he knew he wasn’t in there anymore. The air was fresher, and he could feel the sun on his skin. It was a vast improvement on the last few days, in his opinion. He’d be happier if he could A. See it and B. Knew where the fuck his stuff had ended up post bear-mauling.
Yes, Caelan has priorities. The whole processing his death thing can wait until after he finds his sealskin.
Instead, he frowned at the world around him, eyes unfocused and not fixing on anything in particular. Standing around here unfortunately wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and even if he couldn’t really see where he was going he could at least find some out of the way place to sit and figure out how he’d get home.
... Or maybe the tavern.
So he took two steps... and ended up tripping with an uncharacteristic lack of grace right over the side of the fountain into the water with a splash and an indignant sound.
Because of course he would, why wouldn’t that happen next...?
Rather than kick up a fuss, he just let himself lay in the fountain for a minute or two. It’s fine, selkies can’t die by drowning, he’s not risking another trip to the mausoleum. He just needed a minute to reflect on all the poor life choices that led him right up to this moment.
Definitely going to need a drink... More than one, in fact.
Network
[Alright, Caelan very rarely makes use of the network. He hates the tell-phone for multiple reasons, and he’s more of a face-to-face kind of guy. But things are complicated, and he’s getting anxious (Him! Anxious!) about something very specific.
And to make matters worse, it’s not like he can do much about it right now. He can’t see, his eyes haven’t worked since he woke up to Athony telling him what the deal was with dying in this world. Sure, he was glad that he wasn’t permanently dead and all, but this was still less than ideal.]
So as if being murdered by a flea-infested, walking rug wasn’t bad enough— [Oh yes, his accent is stronger today. Caelan couldn’t be bothered to control his voice at all right now. He’s in a mood. Also, yeah, he was missing all this time because he had a run in with the demon bear.] apparently while death isn’t permanent, it’s not without it’s “complications.”
[Can you hear the air quotes? They’re there.
He paused to take a deep breath, he needs to not sound so agitated. He’s got his image to think about.]
My eyes are fucked up. By which I mean they don’t work at all at the moment. It’s making another problem of mine a little more complicated. In the rush to get away from the bastard, I lost my satchel. It’s large, brownish, probably covered in blood. Someone else is more likely to see it before I do. [Ha...] so I’d appreciate if someone would give me a call if they’ve noticed it somewhere since my run in with the bear a few weeks back.
I’ll even reward the person who does depending on how it goes.
(ooc: Caelan will be in need of assistance for a few in game days until his eyes start working, but he will be snippy if you ask what’s in the bag. As of yet, no one has it and it’s still missing. If you want to have had that your character already found it, hit me up on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
whimsicalspook or Discord WhimsicalSpook#8219 (or the discord group chat!) and we can discuss. Otherwise volunteer to help the seal man search, be his seeing-eye-person!
Also if you want a personalized starter, let me know! Additionally, you can throw one at me or yell at me on the above contact methods if you have something you want me to tag!)
What; Caelan is back from the dead, and he’s not happy. 1 Open log & 1 Open Network Post
Where; The fountain square, and tell-phone network.
When; Early November, post Bear defeat
Warnings; Expected references to a violent death, probably alcohol at some point, and to note: He will be blind for these threads, as per the cost of resurrection. Expect a less charming and happy seal man for a while.
The Fountain Square
Being returned to the city was a relief, honestly. Even if he couldn’t see the place he’d been, he knew he wasn’t in there anymore. The air was fresher, and he could feel the sun on his skin. It was a vast improvement on the last few days, in his opinion. He’d be happier if he could A. See it and B. Knew where the fuck his stuff had ended up post bear-mauling.
Yes, Caelan has priorities. The whole processing his death thing can wait until after he finds his sealskin.
Instead, he frowned at the world around him, eyes unfocused and not fixing on anything in particular. Standing around here unfortunately wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and even if he couldn’t really see where he was going he could at least find some out of the way place to sit and figure out how he’d get home.
... Or maybe the tavern.
So he took two steps... and ended up tripping with an uncharacteristic lack of grace right over the side of the fountain into the water with a splash and an indignant sound.
Because of course he would, why wouldn’t that happen next...?
Rather than kick up a fuss, he just let himself lay in the fountain for a minute or two. It’s fine, selkies can’t die by drowning, he’s not risking another trip to the mausoleum. He just needed a minute to reflect on all the poor life choices that led him right up to this moment.
Definitely going to need a drink... More than one, in fact.
Network
[Alright, Caelan very rarely makes use of the network. He hates the tell-phone for multiple reasons, and he’s more of a face-to-face kind of guy. But things are complicated, and he’s getting anxious (Him! Anxious!) about something very specific.
And to make matters worse, it’s not like he can do much about it right now. He can’t see, his eyes haven’t worked since he woke up to Athony telling him what the deal was with dying in this world. Sure, he was glad that he wasn’t permanently dead and all, but this was still less than ideal.]
So as if being murdered by a flea-infested, walking rug wasn’t bad enough— [Oh yes, his accent is stronger today. Caelan couldn’t be bothered to control his voice at all right now. He’s in a mood. Also, yeah, he was missing all this time because he had a run in with the demon bear.] apparently while death isn’t permanent, it’s not without it’s “complications.”
[Can you hear the air quotes? They’re there.
He paused to take a deep breath, he needs to not sound so agitated. He’s got his image to think about.]
My eyes are fucked up. By which I mean they don’t work at all at the moment. It’s making another problem of mine a little more complicated. In the rush to get away from the bastard, I lost my satchel. It’s large, brownish, probably covered in blood. Someone else is more likely to see it before I do. [Ha...] so I’d appreciate if someone would give me a call if they’ve noticed it somewhere since my run in with the bear a few weeks back.
I’ll even reward the person who does depending on how it goes.
(ooc: Caelan will be in need of assistance for a few in game days until his eyes start working, but he will be snippy if you ask what’s in the bag. As of yet, no one has it and it’s still missing. If you want to have had that your character already found it, hit me up on
Also if you want a personalized starter, let me know! Additionally, you can throw one at me or yell at me on the above contact methods if you have something you want me to tag!)
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And at hearing about the violin, grey eyes immediately found it and he pulled it closer. "I set it on the right hand side of the sofa on the floor. You should be able to find it pretty easily. " As to how Caelan planned on playing, that wasn't his business to ask either so he wouldn't.
"If you're going to be alright then I'm going to go." With as much as he hated to say that, it would be best if he scampered out of here and gave the man time to rest.
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He felt along the neck gently and lightly tuned a couple strings. Definitely going to save him from getting himself in any more trouble while this little inconvenience kept him down. He offered a little nod in the direction of Yuki’s voice, expression grateful. “Of course, I’ll be just fine now that I’m back home. You get back to your day and I’ll hopefully ‘see’ you around soon.” He added jokingly, brows arching humorously.
End?
For now he just tried to sound okay. "Alright, have a good rest. And if your friends come over and you need something, have them come get me. I'm in b six in the Blue building."
With that, he softly closed the door behind him and went to his own apartment.
Okay! <3
Sleep might not come to him for a while, too much to turn over in his head. How to handle his current predicament, specifically the one he couldn’t talk to anyone about.
[Fade to black!]