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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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The comment about ‘window cat burglar guy’ gets what is probably the first honest laugh out of him since he was resurrected. It’s a small thing, but his lips quirk into a small grin. He knows exactly who she’s talking about after all, and there’s something very amusing about that nickname.]
Yeah? Believe it or not ‘cat burglar guy’ actually works for... what did you call him again? Right. Captain Funsuck.
[He huffed softly, because it’s pretty funny. Moving on though, he shook his head a little.]
No, that makes plenty of sense to me. I have been told once or twice that I’m a rather flighty sort, though I promise you I wouldn’t just up and leave without a word if it was in my control. Not without telling my friends I was going.
[He’s irresponsible, yes, but not that much.]
Hey, no, it’s okay. Though I’m sure you could have knocked it’s lights out, Holly.
[But in all honesty? He’s relieved that she never ran into it... It was definitely worse than they’d thought. Way worse...]
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[ That's a surprise, although it really shouldn't be. People needed jobs, and someone who could monkey-climb through windows and shit would probably be real good at security stuff. Or guarding things. She didn't know what exactly the Captain actually did asides from being a bit too serious.
It is comforting though, to hear Caelan reassure her that he wouldn't leave without telling her. ]
Yeah, you'd better not...if I can't find you again I'm gonna be real mad, and then a demon bear will be the last of the city's fuckin' worries.
[ Now would probably be a good time to remind her that she is only 12, but perhaps not the smartest move at the same time. ]
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[It’s just idle chatter really, something to put a little distance between what had happened and now. Caelan needed it, between the memories and the vague levels of panic over losing his damned skin.
Besides that, he’s too distracted by the mental image of Holly on a rampage through the town. Yes, she’s twelve. Yes, he should discourage this... but it’s Holly, he doubts he could make her do anything.]
I swear to you, [He even puts a hand over his heart dramatically,] that I will endeavour to not disappear again outside my own control without leaving you a sign.
Because I get the distinct feeling that the city might not be standing after you get through with it, yeah?
[Hey, he’s impressed and proud of his Gremlin’s abilities to generate chaos.]
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[ Pulling the collar of her t-shirt up, Holly dried her face (or made a valiant attempt to) as talking became just a little bit easier. Same with smiling, when he put his hand to his heart. It was dumb and dramatic and she'd never change it. ]
You got that right...[ With another sniff, she pulls her feet up onto the couch and curls up against him. ]
You uh, you said you lost your bag right? I can go lookin' for it, since your eyes're all fucked. Where'd you lose it..?
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[Really, he couldn’t imagine leaving without at least saying goodbye to the little vampire. If the aspects thought they were going to send him home without giving him a chance to bid his friends fair well, they were in for a rude surprise...
If the circumstances of his disappearance weren’t to do with going home?]
Besides, if I am going anywhere... It’d probably be out to sea, and if you don’t think you’d get seasick, I’d probably invite you to come along.
[A sensible decision, clearly...
Caelan glanced down for a moment when she curled up against his side closer, with a small frown at the mention of his bag.]
Yeah... I can’t say where for sure, I was cutting through the market? Near the eastern canals, if I remember correctly. There’s a few people keeping their eyes open for it, but If you see it that’d be a big help.
[That said? He wasn’t really in the mood to rush her out to look for it, a few people had offered to help already and honestly he’d rather give the kid a chance to process all this... And it was nice to have company, the apartment would be too quiet otherwise.]