mercenarius

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Yeah I was wondering about that... I thought it was just me, but at least it's comforting to know that there's nothing wrong with my machine.

I'm waiting for a couple other people to post before I do.
Also waiting on @Pirouette (no rush of course)

Welcome to Drumvar: A Slice of Life RP (Always Accepting)

I'll probably get a CS on Monday as well. Tomorrow is my anniversary so probably won't have much time to work on it

Welcome to Drumvar: A Slice of Life RP

Interested! I'll work on a character a little later

so cute girls but also sci-fi action? ok

Tentative interest~

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Fiala: making a scene

Fiala opened her eyes as she heard Goehearth's outburst. She looked toward him without moving her head, and smirked. "What's wrong, brother? A spot of bad luck?" Without lowering her arm, she snapped her fingers, locking him further into his form. It wasn't her fault to begin with, but she was more than happy to take the blame. And by her doing, it definitely wasn't a permanent lock... it would just be much harder to shift back when the time came. She threw her legs over the side of the chair and leaned back as far as she could, lowering her arm to drape it across her forehead. "Oh, whatever will you do?"

Hearing a knock at the window, Fiala shifted out of her dramatic pose just enough to glance toward the source. She returned the figure's wave, and laughed as she watched her sister struggle to enter the building. It reminded Fiala of Peter Pan, when Tinker Bell gets stuck in the keyhole and struggles to free herself, but in a less... fanservey way. "Iratze - I'd recognize that head of hair anywhere." She tilted her head slightly. The window pane would open easily on the next try - although if too much force was used, it would swing in such a way to knock the messenger aside. Returning to the Transatlantic accent, Fiala called, "Come join us, doll. Have some giggle water and hear Desious's tale."

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Luclie: where do I start

Luke breathed a sigh of relief when the woman agreed to lunch. He hopped on behind her, hugging her loosely so as to not fall off. As he did so, a dance of colours passed through her vision without obscuring it, varying in intensity and movement as the sounds around them changed. The roar of the engine produced explosions of indigo as it sputtered, and a wave of goldenrod flowed past as he spoke: "Thanks again. It's just up the road." The sensation lasted as long as he touched her - as soon as he let go and hopped off the bike, the colours disappeared completely. Without a word, he followed her into the restaurant and to the booth of her choice.

He noticed her blatant you-can't-sit-here gesture, but decided not to say anything. He slid into the opposite booth and took up a menu as well. When the waitress came to ask about drinks, he let his companion order first. "Coffee, please," he said when it was his turn. "Just bring us the pot, if you can." His stamina was a lot more drained than he thought. Sixteen near-straight hours on the road will do that to you.

He glanced over the menu, unsure exactly what he wanted but not wanting to waste too much time. Cheeseburger, good enough. He set aside the menu as she addressed him.

Her question surprised him. "Are - are we close to San Francisco?" He could have sworn they were much further north... but Luke wasn't exactly a geography expert. He tried to form a map in his mind... no, he definitely passed the last sign for San Francisco hours ago. Where the hell were they, then, that she would suggest that?

He cleared his throat. "No - no, I'm headed north. I don't really care about the bike right now." His heart broke as the words left his mouth - aside from his family, he loved that bike more than anything - but it was the truth. Fixing the bike would mean a costly detour, and his wife would surely find out. She would worry, and probably come looking for him, and he just couldn't let that happen right now.

He paused. Up until this moment he hadn't actually thought about what he would say to her. "I don't have time to care about the bike right now. I just need to go north." Fuck, how could he explain it? Following a distant bell across multiple states sounded crazy even to him. He tapped on the table, trying to think of what to say. "I'm looking for something," was what he settled on.

God, Luke, how badly can you fuck this up?

@Pirouette

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Fiala: just the cat's pajamas

Fiala smiled warmly as she shook Kayla's hand. She felt somehow more at ease - likely the demigod's power, she thought. It was relaxing, and sort of nice to feel so calm while surrounded by the angriest of her family. Then Kayla made her comment, and Fiala laughed freely. "You're probably right. Not the worst thing I've ever lost." She glanced at her stolen watch and laughed again. "Yeah, he's definitely my ex by now."

Turning her attention back to the group, she finally lit her cigarette, just in time to hear Stjerne announce that they were leaving. She looked up and saw the aura form and slowly surround them. Puff, puff. Fiala was grateful when they landed outside of their destination, not putting her in the position of having to pollute the air inside the building. She hung toward the back of the group as they entered, smoking to her heart's content but not finishing the cigarette, and scraping it out on the bottom of her boot before entering.

Fiala raised an eyebrow as they entered the penthouse. It was huge, and she couldn't help but wonder how much a place like this cost. She paused as she looked around, and smirked when she saw the bar. She followed Sjerne, and pulled up the nearest seat as he grabbed himself a drink.

Crossing her ankles and lifting an arm, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. "I'll have a gin rickey, my good sir," she announced in a Transatlantic accent, "and don't skimp on the hootch. I'm out on parole, ya see, and I'm lookin' to get zozzled tonight." She laughed at herself. The twenties were a fun time.

Although she clearly wasn't taking herself seriously, her ears were pricked up toward the rest of the group. This meeting was still important, and as much as she wanted to screw around, she knew she needed to pay attention.

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Luclie: a chance encounter

Luke looked up as a motorcycle pulled off a little bit ahead of him. The woman flipped her visor up and called to him, saying she would give him a ride to the exit. He hesitated a moment, unsure of whether he should trust her - but she looked genuine. He glanced over his shoulder, briefly considering going into the forest to find his helmet, but that would take time that he didn't have. It was gone forever now. He ran to the bike and hopped on.

"Thanks," he muttered. "Do you have an extra - nevermind. Just don't kill me, I got a kid at home." He didn't mean to sound harsh or ungrateful, but his tone reflected the anger he still felt after the crash.

As they cruised along, Luke looked around, trying to place where they were. The exit spit them out onto a nearly deserted road, with few businesses lining either side and no clue as to their geographic location. He sighed. The chances of a bus coming out here were slim... but as far as he could see, it was the only option he had.

Then the woman pulled into a gas station. She made a comment about him being dumb for crashing - no fucking way, I had no idea that crashing was a bad idea. Luke clenched his fists. "Pretty dumb of the trucking company to hire someone who can't fucking drive. I got run off the road, it wasn't my fault." Maybe it was pride, or maybe that anger was bubbling up again, but he couldn't stop from defending himself. He took a deep breath as she mentioned a phone. "Good idea. I'll go check." The words came through gritted teeth.

He ran into the gas station and slapped his hands on the counter to get the cashier's attention. "Bus schedule - do you have one?" He was demanding and rushed, and he did nothing to try and soften his words.

The teenager behind the counter shook his head, unsure of what to make of the man. The kid opened his mouth to say something, but Luke didn't wait to hear it. He glanced out the window to the woman who had picked him up. The last thing he wanted was for her to leave without him. He stormed out of the gas station as the kid called after him that the nearest bus terminal was almost an hour away.

Luke slowed a little as he approached the woman, trying to appear more friendly. "So, listen. Let me thank you for your help." He pointed in the direction they came from and forced a smile. "We passed a greasy spoon a little bit that way, let me buy you lunch."

It wasn't ideal: he knew he needed to find the source of the bell fast, but this place was the middle of nowhere. Even if he wanted to call someone to find him, Phoenix was just too far away - it would take a full day, at least, for someone to drive out. And he couldn't wait that long. With luck, he could sweet talk this woman into helping him at least get to the nearest Greyhound... or find someone else at the diner who would.

Besides, he realized, he'd eaten nothing since starting his journey the day before. He was running on caffeine and fumes... and the caffeine was starting to wear off. A few cups of coffee and a hot meal would help him recharge enough to keep going.

@Pirouette

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Luclie

"GOD FUCKING--"

Luke ripped off his helmet and threw it down. It bounced off the pavement and rolled toward the smoking wreck that was now his beloved bike. Gripping his hair and pulling it between his fingers, he paced on the side of the road, trying to process what just happened. A semi who CLEARLY had no idea how to drive - an erratic swerve to avoid a face full of truck, and a hail-Mary leap to avoid a body full of redwood. Really, there was no reason why he should still be alive right now, but in the moment that thought didn't process. All he could think was that he was now essentially stranded here, still far from his destination but too far away from home to know where he was.

The echo of the bell rang in his mind as he paced. That beautiful sound, a dance of colours like he'd never experienced, hues he couldn't even put words to. He needed to find it. He needed to know what it meant. Luke pulled out his phone and stared at it for a moment as he considered calling his wife to beg her to come find him - no, that wouldn't be fair. No reason to drag her into things that he didn't understand - she'd bring the baby, of course. She never went anywhere without the baby. No, it's much better to keep them out of things for now.

But that didn't fix his current situation. He gripped his phone as he continued to pace, racking his head to think of someone he could call for help - but all of them were back home in Arizona. No one knew where he was, and of what few people he knew would come find him, he couldn't think of a single soul he wanted to drag into whatever he was getting himself into.

What about the police? He could call 911 - but they would ask questions. They would call his wife. Fuck, someone else probably called 911 after seeing what happened. Luke let out a wordless shout as he realized the best course of action was probably to get as far away from the wreck as possible.

What if he flagged down a motorist? Hey, I need to get to the nearest bus station - but then they would ask questions, wouldn't they? People don't just pick up hitchhikers, especially not those standing next to a smoking motorcycle accident. Another wordless shout.

Luke put away his phone and looked around. There was a sign advertising the nearest exit... half a mile away. Fuck, at least it's in the direction he was headed. Taking a deep breath to ground himself, he started walking down the shoulder of the road toward his new destination, kicking the helmet further into the forest as he passed.

@Pirouette

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Luke, Son of Fortune

Luclie "Luke" Favaro

Name: Luclie (pronounced Lu-clee) Favaro. He prefers to be called Luke.

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Birth Parents: Fiala & an unknown human
Adoptive Parents: Carlos & Renee Favaro

Powers:
Uncanny Luck: Luclie is an unusually lucky man. Even bad-luck spots (for example, crashing his motorcycle on an unfamiliar stretch of highway) eventually turn out for the best for him. His good luck does not rub off on others.

Synesthesia: Although he has been a synesthete his entire life, with the onset of his powers, Luclie can now pass along the sensation to others for as long as they physically touch (because he currently has no control over his power, at the moment this manifests entirely unconsciously - he literally doesn’t know he’s doing it)

Backstory:
Luclie’s earliest memories are of travelling with his birth mother. He doesn’t remember much about her, but he remembers how much he loved taking a nap in the back of their beat-up station wagon and waking up, hours later, in a completely different place. He remembers laying next to her in the trunk of the car, parked along a deserted highway, the back hatch popped open, snuggled up in a mountain of blankets and pillows, and drifting to sleep as she whispered stories about the stars. And he remembers vividly the day after his fourth birthday, when she dropped him off with strangers and never came back.

His adoptive parents always stressed that she did it out of love, but that was about all they could tell Luke about his mother - not because they wanted to keep secrets, but because they simply didn’t know that much about her. As he got older, he stopped asking questions. Carlos and Renee gave him a good, stable life, and Luke will never say he didn’t grow up well. But he always felt a certain, unexplainable disconnect from his adoptive family.

All in all, Luke lived a mostly normal life. He went to school, got a job, bought a motorcycle and then a house. He married a beautiful woman and had a daughter of his own. He was generally happy, but there was always that feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

Then, one day, he heard a ring. It called to him in a way he’d never felt before, and he knew that the source of this ring would help him find answers about that strange feeling he’d felt his entire life, the missing piece about himself. He called his wife and told her he had to go - not forever, he promised, he’ll be back soon enough - got on his bike, and headed toward the ring, unsure of what he’d find but desperate to find it.

Motive: Figure out what is missing and where he comes from.