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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 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.

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

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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?

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

[Listen, the thing is useful.]

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.

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.

The door’ll be unlocked, just let yourself in.

[He responded before hanging up.]

[Oh, that was abrupt. Or it was in her opinion. But she does get moving. While it takes a while to get there, she does arrive, a woman knocking at his door to announce herself before walking in, holding her hammer close as she bends in to go through the door, too low for her of course.]

Hellow?

[Caelan grinned a little as he heard the knock on the door. Holly didn’t knock, Nida used the window, and he generally heard Yuna’s voice as she entered instead of knocking. So it had to be his helpful guest.

He was currently sat on his couch, violin within reach to fuss with if he got bored. He was getting a little better at moving around the apartment, but he wasn’t keen to tempt the fates unless he had to.]

Hello, come on in. I’m over here, on the sofa.

[Indeed he is. A small man, at least by her estimation. And finally it clicks. She recognizes this one. Oh the voice quality of these 'phones' is so low fidelity. She hadn't known him.]

It is you, the music man.

[Early on in the call, he had thought her voice was vaguely familiar but hadn’t been sure. Now that she was here in person, he had a feeling he knew who it was. The impressively tall, strong woman he’d met at the carnival. ]

Oh, I do answer to music man, mischief maker, pain in the neck and many other assorted names. You’re welcome to call me Caelan though, if you like.

[What had her name been again...? He hummed a little,]

If my ears aren’t as broken as my eyes right now, I believe you’re Lauri-Ell? From the fair a while back.

Yes, I am indeed Lauri-Ell. I am pleased you remember.

[As if a woman of her... stature was easy to forget.]

I have brought my hammer to test your genetic structure. I shall hopefully be able to use this to provide you assistance.

I’m pleased, you’re pleased. Though I doubt I could forget such an interesting person like yourself.

[He grinned a little, before gesturing.]

Grand, it certainly sounds more promising than me trying to wander around like this looking for it. Anything you need me to do?

[Ah, how kind. She smiles before nodding. And then, remembering he cannot see that, she moves on to verbalizations.]

You need only stand there. One moment.

[She taps the hammer against the floor and leans it forward, to touch the broad head of it against Caelan's chest. It would feel warm, even leave a tingling sensation in his skin. And she nods to herself.]

It has the data now. Thank you.

[Being still? That he could do, especially at the moment. Caelan appreciated her talking through it though, just so he had a vague idea of where she was. The sensation was odd, but not entirely unpleasant.]

Doesn’t that just tickle.

[He mumbled with a curious little expression before he settled back against the couch. That had been quick.]

If it works, then I’m pretty sure I owe you thanks instead.

[Caelan would not be able to see the way that, as she pulled the hammer back, a panel of light radiated from it, the data on the man displayed. Not human. But close enough. Definitely Earth species structure, but... Different. Magic, the hammer notes. Interesting. Well, she must believe he does not wish this known. It is something she will respect.]

I do not need thanks. I will do my best to assist you, though.

[If Caelan understood how genetically different he was from humans, or anything about futuristic science and such, he probably would have been a little more cautious about accepting Lauri-Ell’s help. Probably better that she didn’t bring it up now, though he would be grateful for her decision just to respect his wish for secrecy if he knew.

He raised a brow at her insistence that she didn’t need his thanks. It was odd but it wasn’t like he did the things he did for thanks either.]

I suppose I can understand that, even if I can’t deny I’ll be grateful with or without the need.

[He’d just have to figure out a different way to express it, he supposed. Caelan usually is, after all, a sneaky one.]

Yes, this I suppose I can understand.

[He is a very interesting man. As it was, she leaned her hammer against her side.]

Where was the last place you remember your bag being?

[Caelan fell silent at the question for a moment, not because he was ignoring her so much as he was trying to recall the path he’d been on when the bear had caught up to him.

When he finally answered, it was with a little frown.]

I was cutting through the market when I ran into the bear... When it came at me I was heading for an easy escape route near an eastern canals. When the uh— damned rug caught up to me, I tossed it down a side street. If I could see I could probably retrace my steps but...

[He shrugged lightly, obviously that was out at the moment.]

Alright.

[This should be sufficient information for her to work with. Lauri-Ell offers him a salute before remembering he cannot see it.]

I shall stay in contact.

[He was a little lost when she fell silent for a moment, getting the distinct feeling this was a case of ‘you need your eyes to see whatever is going on around you, Caelan.’ When she spoke up, he nodded. Perhaps a little too eagerly, but updates would be useful. He was just... more than a little worried about this. He’d been gone for ages, so who knew what happened to the thing.

He smiled though, hoping he was directing it at Lauri-ell instead of something silly... like the wall.]

Grand, I look forward to hearing your lovely voice with updates.

[Lovely voice? She smiles at that.]

Thank you. I shall go directly!

[Ah, he can’t see the smile but he can hear it in her tone of voice at least. So he nods,]

I wish you luck in the search, you’ll know where to find me if you need me for any questions.

Indeed.

[She nods and moves away. Time to get to work.]

[And Caelan, for once in his life, was going to stay where he couldn’t get in any more trouble than he was in now.]

(ooc: good place to ftb I think?)

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