Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Levi offers a soft shrug, grabbing his glass by the fine stem of crystal, taking a sip of the wine before setting it back down. He cuts a piece of his meat up again but this time decides to pick it up between thumb and index finger, placing it on his tongue before hiding it behind his lips and chewing. "Will I also be the first one to know in THAT field aswell?" He flashes a cheeky grin and offers a sly wink, his hair falling over his face as he grabs his glass, his fingers grasping the rim of the glass like a crane. "Am I doing something right? Your cheeks look to be red..."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 5:32:38 GMT
She leaned back too, mimicking his casual pose. "Who said I'd decided to let you anywhere near me? Let alone be my first?" Then her face blossomed red, realizing she just admitted to the fact that she had never gone to bed with anyone before. Caitlin reached quickly for the glass of Brandy, thought better of it, and wrapped her hand around the cup of water, lifting it to her lips and drinking it deeply. It was only a distraction for a couple of fleeting seconds and then it was empty. She placed it back on the table, took another look at Levi's expression, then grabbed the other glass and downed it too.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
This is probably the first time Caitlin has seen serious emotion from Levi, it comes in a form of color. The color of love, or pain depending on how you see it, tint his cheeks. He makes himself cough into his fist with an 'ahem' before watching Caity down her drinks. He smiles and takes a sip of his own, licking a drip of crimson off of the side of the glass. "Well, the way people look at you on the ship, I seem to be the only one to HAVE touch you...at least that they've seen." He smiles softly. "I'll treat you nice, promise Capin'."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 5:57:14 GMT
"uh thanks-" she mumbled, then cleared her own throat and tapped her fingers on the edge of the table. "Its just, I'm not just the (Queen of Rogues)" she whispered that part, leaning forward so noone else would hear. "Before that I am and have always been the Barons daughter, so very few people have ever gotten very, uh, close to me."
Incredible. Bring up her virginity and all of a sudden she's a blushing maid again. Caitlin was astonished to feel that way, after all she'd said and done over the years. She'd fought a war, she'd killed people, she'd saved people on death row... When it came to her being a leader, a pirate, she was a seasoned patron, but when it come to being a woman... she was nothing more than a rehearsed act.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi turns his ear to Caitlin as she whispers to him before pulling himself back with a soft nod. "Alright." He looks at you with kind of a blank look before leaning in close. "Who's the baron, and why is his daughter such a good looker?" It didn't take long until he was back to his normal self. "Tell me, if you truely are his daughter, why do we share the same blood?" He gently rubs his boot against Caitlin's calf. "If you don't mind explaining."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 6:58:50 GMT
"You're not supposed to know that about me. No one is," She said blankly, not deigning to answer his question. Let them guess at how she could be his daughter. Let them assume she was a half breed if they had to, her mothers secret went to the grave with her, and Cait had no intentions of taking that away from the late baroness. There he was again, touching her under the table with his boot. A shiver went up her leg and she straightened her skirt. "I'm just going to have to get used to this part of you, aren't I?" She asked, resignedly.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Smiles at Caity and shrugs as he downs the last of his drink. "Fine, keep your tales to your own book." He stops for a moment as she fixes her skirt. "Well, I'm glad you made the choice to keep me around.." he coos, with a cheeky grin to go with it. "Does it bother you? Having someone that close to you, without intentions to kill?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 7:09:42 GMT
"Well it's certainly different," She replied. The waiter came by again and refilled their waters, then stood by for further instruction. She had eaten as much of her soup as she had the stomach for. She pushed her plate gently away and the man collected it without a word. Looking across the table she assessed her cheeky companion, not for the first time and probably not for the last either. He was a character alright, one she enjoyed and yet also on that set the hair at the nape of her neck on edge. His charisma made her want to trust him fully, but that alone made her wary. "Tell me a tale from your book, a true story?" she beckoned him.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Picks and pokes at his food, waving the waiter away as he looks at him. He catches Caitlin looking over him so he winks before turning to her. "What's the matter?" he says, before she asks for a story, which causes him to choke on his water for a moment. "A story? From my book? Hmmm.." He sets his glass down and leans forward. "Well there was this one time, when I ventured to a faaaaar off land. A very different culture, the same place I picked up my blade and the skills to go with it." That's something too, he hasn't even brought a weapon to the date. Class? Maybe. "Mister Meeeee, something. I forget. I've got a few scars from training over there, maybe you'll care to see when I'm laying in your bed." He laughs gently and offers a wink.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 19:20:36 GMT
She gave him a hard look, meeting his playfulness with a serving of seriousness. "Persistence and good humor might work on most girls Levi, but not on me. I can't afford the risks. You ever decide I mean something to you - actually mean something, then come talk to me. Till then, you can forget the sheets," she broke into a smile, "and the bed, and I'll just have to settle with not knowing how many scars criss cross over your body."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Closes his eyes and extends his palms in a 'stop' gesture, as he almost mutters "I get it, I get it..but that won't stop me. Honestly, how many of your seamen have taken you out to dinner?" He pushes his plate to the end of the table with the back of his hand. "You know, I could see us. Ying and Yang. You've got the stone cold killer look, and I'll trap them with my sarcasm and looks." He pauses for a moment with a look of inquiry plastered on his face as he looks off to the side out of the window, before pulling a lip down with his finger, and letting it quickly flick back up. "So, if you are who you say you are...do you still talk to your father? I mean, you dice up bodies and take bad boys like me out on a date, so how does he feel about that?" He turns his attention to you, resting his eyes upon Caitlin's facial features. Quite an attraction, you know.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 19:38:59 GMT
Maybe she had been too stern. He held up his hand and muttered a reply. He made a quip about how many of her sailors had done something like this right here and now? Then he pushed his plate aside and turned to look out the window. He had a point. She blinked and her shoulders fell a little. None of them had approached her, invited her to something personal or anything like this, not since she had become the guild leader. Not since the war, when she rose above the rest as the pirate with the highest kill count. She had been reckless, she had been a girl under pressure and she had come out a hardened leader who did what had to be done, even after their previous leader was killed in the cross fire. His name had been William, and even then she hadn't the guts to approach him like Levi was approaching her now.
"You know, I could see us. Ying and Yang. You've got the stone cold killer look, and I'll trap them with my sarcasm and looks." He paused, and she glanced up at him. Stone cold killer. Yep, that was her, wrapped up in a pretty little package and addressed with a noble title. Her insides churned. He changed the subject.
"We went through a phases where we didn't talk... just after the "Baron's ball" happened last October." It had been 6 months since then. After the 'explosive' exit she and her crew had made from the party, she didn't think she could go back... not until she had to, but then once she finally succumbed, it was only to be greeted with the news of her mothers passing and to regret how long she'd stayed away. She didn't want to bring up their reconciliation because that meant also bringing up her mothers death.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
A lick of the lips. One backed up with regret, not desire, is thee only thing Levi could do as Caitlin took a look at him, and it wasn't just senses grabbing information, it was more of, portraying it. Levi could feel the fact he hit something in Caitlin and it made his cheeks tint a little. Yes, he normally does it to other women he finds in bars, or the shops, but Caity was different. He felt as if he wasn't allowed to play loverboy with her...and that feeling keeps on pushing him. It drives him. "Mm, that's quite a tale. Been a few months then..." He looks down at the table, primarily the glass to watch Caitlin through the reflection. "You know, my parents are dead, if that levels the playing field." He lets the silence stagnate for a moment before saying. "You know, we could help each other. You take your field of work to seriously, eh..not saying it's NOT a serious job, but too much stress can be deadly..." He pulls a lock of hair behind his ear before continuing "It's time you've had some fun, and maybe you could teach me a few things about, ehm, erm.." The boy's rambling slowly cuts off into nothing. Perhaps he lost his words, or the courage to say it.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 20:07:14 GMT
Her heart lurched, and she forgot her own problems for a moment. His parents were dead. He wasn't a rare case in their company, that was true for many of the rogues but it wasn't for her (at least not completely she still had the Baron) and every time she heard those words from the mouths of her companions it chipped away at her, stirring up empathy and a longing to comfort them, or avenge them somehow. He spoke again and she quirked a little smile, especially when his voice trailed off, losing its steam. They couldn't end their meal like this.
"Oh but I haven't even gotten to the best part," She whispered with imbued excitement. Cait leaned forward like she really was about to deliver the best gossip all year and grabbed for his hands. "It was my party after all, and if anyone knows how to make an exit..." she lifted both brows and her eyes sparkled. "Just imagine, how long do you think it took them to repair the dining room windows after the notorious Brotherhood of Rogues BURST through the exterior wall and "kidnapped" me from my fathers house, hm?" She grinned cheekily. "And if that wasn't enough, we took off into the dusk of night on an airship, swaying in the chilling night air from a rope ladder as all the party guests raced out of the house and watched"
It had been her crowning act of defiance, the most public gesture she had ever made against her fathers wishes. Of course, if he hadn't sprung an engagement on her by announcing it to the public at that party - or introduced her to said fiance only for her to realize it was the same assassin she'd blown up a whole ship in an attempt to kill - then she might not have resorted to such theatrics. Cait shrugged, the lingering memory tugging a smile at the corners of her lips. It was bittersweet since Cohen was assassinated by his own people for sparing Cait's life when he knew what she was, but she hid the bitterness, knowing that if they hadn't, she might have and she didn't deserve to mourn him.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Know he knew saying his parents was dead probably was gonna be like saying he worked for Caitlin, so did everyone else in the Brotherhood of Rogues, but it seemed to poke Caitlin in a way to make her more cheerful..which was fine with Levi, because as she reached across the table to grab his hands, he lifted his own and interlocked his fingers with hers to give off the aura of a couple in love. What a cheeky bloke. He smiles as she tells her story, nodding as his grin grows wider and wider. "The only thing that could have made it better was if you had fire works!" He uses his thumb to gently rub the slide of Caity's palm. "That's quite an ordeal! I wish I was in Lodan at the time...but oh, I'll get over it, because I've found you, and that means I'll be able to be at ALL your crazy plans in the coming times."