aterat | 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

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!)

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I'll keep that in mind. Seems stupid to ask, but you doing alright other than the sight thing?

[ She pauses. Well, he's thrown magic out there pretty casually, so maybe he won't react too weirdly to a little elaboration. ]

Scent. I have better than average senses.

Oh, I’m grand, Shalimar. Nothing like being mauled to death by a bear. You’d swear I ate its porridge or something.

[He’s sarcastic because that’s easier than admitting that he’s not doing great in the brain-space. He’d almost died a few times in his life, and this was definitely a new one. Huffing a little, he continued.]

But yeah, other than the eyes I’m good. Nothing a visit to the tavern wouldn’t fix.

[A nice... long trip.

Oh look, something else to focus on! Her nose.]

Scent? What do you mean, better than average senses?

Maybe you did. Seem to remember someone being a chair thief. Wouldn't put porridge thief past you.

[ It's a pretty pathetic attempt at lightening the mood. Death is a topic that makes her pretty uncomfortable with how many people she's lost in her life. ]

Let me know if you want some company sometime. Help take your mind off of it.

[ Well, she was here now, no turning back. ]

Non-human senses. I'm not exactly human.

It’d have to be damned good porridge.

[He appreciated the attempt though, more so than the concern and the idea of actually talking about it.

And he might just take her up on that offer, though his attention is now on the matter of her being ‘not exactly human.’]

No...? Hm... Well, you don’t have to tell me what you are. I’m curious, don’t get me wrong, but if you haven’t been spreading it around then you probably have a good reason for it.

[Same as him, and it’s a point in her favour honestly. He likes humans, don’t get him wrong. It’s just that he can appreciate another non-human that needs to keep their safety in mind.]

I’d just be grateful for the assistance.

I hear bears make the best. Unless fairy tales have been lying to me my whole life.

[ Wouldn't be surprising though. There's a brief pause where she tries to think about just how much information she wants to give. Ultimately, she decides not much here. ]

Probably not the best idea to talk about it so publicly. Back home, humans just don't react well to what we are. No offense. [ It wasn't like she hated humans, she just didn't have the best experience with most. And maybe disliked them a bit. ]

I can come by in a bit if you want.

[No offence? That gets a dry chuckle out of him,]

None taken, I assure you. People are generally assholes to other people who are different, so that just sounds sensible to me.

[It was half the reason he was so busy in his own world, after all.]

Yeah? Well, it’s not like I’m going anywhere right now, so sure.

Can't argue with that. Seems like humans even hate other humans half the time. Fear's a powerful motivator.

[ Too powerful. But what was there to do about it? Couldn't change their minds. ]

Yeah, sorry, guess you are kinda stuck in one place. Seems like it could be pretty dangerous to just walk around without some help.

Normally I wouldn’t mind a little danger, but yeah... Tripped and fell into the damned fountain when I got sent back.

[Yes, you can laugh at the mental image if you like. He’s grumpy about it but even he can’t deny the absurdity of his luck in that.]

[ She's trying so hard to not chuckle at that. So hard that the strain can actually be heard in her voice. ]

Bad luck. You seem to be taking this better than a lot of people would. [ Despite his obvious grumpiness. ]

Got other important things to think about, I suppose. It helps that you’ve not asked or suggested anything particularly stupid about it.

[He shrugged, before remembering the tell-phone didn’t work like that.]

I’ve almost died a few times in my day, I’m sure it’ll hit me at some point and I’ll have a proper fit over the whole thing.

[Or he’d throw himself in the sea for a few days, but that was dependant on a few things.]

You haven't seemed like the type to give direct answers to questions anyway. I can respect that. [ Not like she always wants to offer up too much in the way of answers or questions. ]

Maybe someday I'll get to hear more about your life. Sounds like it's been pretty hectic. [ And it always makes her want to ask things, but she's not going to push. ]

[Which Caelan can certainly appreciate, not that he was prone to feeling too bad with his half truths and indirect responses. It went with the territory as it was, and if someone had an issue with it? It was their problem, not his.

Still... Shalimar definitely was proving to be both interesting and she might just turn out to be the sort of person he can trust.]

Maybe someday you will, I might even be inclined to tell you some of the really good ones.

[There’s a small grin in his voice. Yeah, if he found his skin, he might be put in a better mood to share a little. ]

Hectic is a good way to describe it, or chaotic. Which generally is just how I like it, could have done without this though.

Now, I just think you're teasing me. How will you keep your air of mystery up if you tell me anything? [ She lets out a very light and brief chuckle. She was starting to wonder if he just didn't like that aspect. ]

Can't think of many people that would jumping at the chance to be in the situation you go into. Death by bear and then coming back with messed up eyes and missing property seems excessively chaotic.

If someone relies on a few stories to carry their ‘air of mystery’ then they’re not mysterious enough to have earned it.

[He countered with a little laugh.]

I wouldn’t shame anyone if that were their idea of a good time, but I can certainly say that it’s not mine! It’s a strange little mess of exceptionally bad things. Which I hope to sort out sooner rather than later…

I appreciate your high standards for an air of mystery. [ A little laugh that was almost akin to a giggle came out with that. ]

Sounds like something you should probably shame. I hope you're able to get a break and the offer will be there if you want a drinking partner. My treat.

Yeah? Well, I like the sound of that offer. Always better to drink with a friend than alone, I always say. I will certainly take you up on it whenever my eyes kick in.

He is beauty, he is grace, see him fall right on his face. >>;;

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