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

[stickyflippers]

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!)

Comments

[kree_soldieress]

I cannot accurately advise you on how the technology works. It is a closely guarded secret, even from one such as myself. But I shall begin my Investigation during those hours I have free.

[stickyflippers]

Sounds pretty mysterious to me.

[Alright, there might have been a small grin in his voice. If only because he can’t help but wonder if she doesn’t know how the technology works, how can one be sure there isn’t magic involved.

Oh well, he’s from a very old-fashioned sort of world that defaults largely to magic. So that’s just where his mind went.]

But thank you. If you make any progress, I’ll definitely owe you one. More than one, probably.

[kree_soldieress]

I do not require anything in exchange. If I can serve, then I shall. It is my honor and my duty.

[stickyflippers]

Your duty?

[Sorry, Lauri-Ell, where he’s from most people don’t help for nothing at all. Besides that, a fae takes their debts seriously. Being in someone’s debt was never fun.]

[kree_soldieress]

To serve justice. If someone has stolen your items, that is not justice.

[stickyflippers]

[That sounded so official, and admittedly that kind of dedication to getting stolen items back as admirable in his books. Considering what he did for a living at home... But he shrugs, until he remembered the tell-phones don’t work like that.]

Fair point, though I can say with reasonable certainty that it hasn’t been stolen yet. Just... missing.

I hope.

[Actually, he should probably confirm that. If he could get down to the docks and see if he could pass from shore to water...]

[kree_soldieress]

Then I shall recover it to ensure it is not. I have the means by which to do so, and so shall make use of it for you.

We are neighbors. Helping is fitting.

[stickyflippers]

You sound very capable, you know. Do you have some special tool to find things, or are you just particularly good at finding lost items?

[Or does the not-magic-hammer do that too?]

[kree_soldieress]

The Hammer, again, can show me things. Or it can back home.

[stickyflippers]

Whenever I can see again, I certainly look forward to getting a look at it.

[They aren’t at her home though, so he wasn’t about to get his hopes up too high.]

[kree_soldieress]

I shall be happy to show you.

[He can't touch it anyway.]

[stickyflippers]

[Aw, Lauri-Ell that’s no fun.]

Thanks, that’d be neat. Or ‘cool’ as a friend of mine would say.

[kree_soldieress]

[The touch would hurt too much, so it is less that it is no fun, and more that it is necessary.]

Cool? No, it is warm to the touch.

[stickyflippers]

[Oh! Now this was one he could explain. Or... try with a level of confidence.]

Ah, you see, I’ve been told recently that ‘cool’ means something else now. That it means something is good and interesting? If I worked out what the kid who told me was saying properly.

Wait, it’s warm?

[kree_soldieress]

If it means good and interesting, why do people not just say that?

[Of course it's warm?]

Why would it not be?

[stickyflippers]

Your guess is as good as mine, I’m afraid. Languages do evolve over time though, at least from what I’ve seen over the years.

[Caelan supposed it wasn’t like he knew what the hammer was made of.]

I suppose I’ve always imagined hammers being made out of some sort of metal, which is often cool outside certain circumstances.

[kree_soldieress]

It is indeed made out of a form of metal. But I assure you, it is warm to the touch.

[stickyflippers]

I will have to take your word for it, I suppose.

[He paused thoughtfully before continuing.]

Is there anything that you’ll need from me for the hammer to do its thing?

[kree_soldieress]

If I had a better understanding of what the bag looked like, that would help. But the best thing I can do is let it get near you for genetic testing to be certain the blood is yours when I find it.

[stickyflippers]

I can definitely try to describe it better if you like.

[yeah he’s not sure what any of the rest of that meant.]

Genetic... testing to make sure the blood is mine? Afraid I’m not sure what that is, but if you explain it a little better, I might be agreeable to it if it makes this faster.

[kree_soldieress]

Your genetic make-up. The building blocks of you. All blood that comes from you can only come from you.

[stickyflippers]

Okay, I would think all blood that comes from me could only come from me by default. Never thought anyone could actually tell, though...

Alright. You don’t need much, yeah?

[kree_soldieress]

I merely need to be in your presence so that the hammer can identify your genetic structure.

[Listen, the thing is useful.]

[stickyflippers]

So I don’t even have to bleed for this? Grand.

[Because he’d honestly had enough of that for a while. He hummed a little,]

I’m in the red building, apartment B-05 whenever you find yourself a spare moment. I won’t be going far like this, so I’ll be there.

[kree_soldieress]

You do not. It would be bad to make you bleed for it.

[Red building. Yes, she will manage it.]

I shall be there then. I'll see you soon.