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 turns his head to the right as Caitlin jumps, the huff of an exhale and the standing ON THE AIR before jumping up to the bridge was enough to make him stop and stare. drat, what a sight for multiple reasons. He calls up. "Nice under-garments!" before climbing up, making the leap to the pipe on the side of the track. He pulls himself up, smiling at Caitlyn. "Baby, you burn my heart up." he says sarcastically. "I'll make sure you get it before you leave." he says, smiling as he offers her a hand. "Shall we go?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 23:54:02 GMT
She rolls her eyes at him, but she does it with a smile. When he was over the top she couldn't help but enjoy the humor in the words he said. And she wasn't the least bit abashed about her undergarments, it wasn't the first time today he had seen them. "It's a shame really that you would go through all that trouble to get me some kindling for my fireplace," she tsked him. "but if that's how you want to spend you time right before deploying on a little cruise that's your choice." She took his offered hand and pranced daintily past him into the dark tunnel, an infectious grin on her face.
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
"I can't let you get cold, I like my women with a fierce fire burning in them." He smirks as she takes his hand and drags him into the tunnel. She seems happier now, he thought to himself, maybe he was the cause of it, or maybe, she has a plan for him. Either way, it's good to see her smile. "What, do you have something in store for me before I leave? I mean, it wouldn't surprise me if you owned handcuffs on that ship of yours."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 0:20:28 GMT
She was giggling, laughing as she tugged on his hand, tripping over her own feet and hitting her back against the wall in the darkness. She pulled him with her, the two of them blind in the cavern but aware of where one ended and the other began. He giggles subsided lazily as his words echo'd in her thoughts. "His women", women, not woman.... It was like a dull knife twisting in her gut, but she felt it as a far away pain, something not quite real. She didn't want to be his woman anyway, she didn't know him well enough to truly ache for that special title, but it did sting a little to be grouped anonymously with a collection of unknown others.
"No, no handcuffs," she half whispered into the growing silence. She stayed where she was, her hand still locked in his. It would be so easy to pretend like anything she did here and now in the dark wouldn't follow her into the city lights when she came out the other side of the tunnel. She couldn't explain it, the chemistry, the allure, maybe it was just his bad-boy aura sucking her in, but she wanted to kiss him again in this dark corner for hours. The thought of him insulting her again kept her from doing it. She knew better - she had been a terrible flirt in her late teens, acting out and meeting with boys just to piss her father off - so she knew she was a good kisser, even if she didn't know how to do much else. She let go of his hand and put both of hers behind her, pinning them between the arch of her back and the cold cavern wall.
"Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and Giselle will own some." she suggested loftily.
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
He smiles as hes drug into shadows, barely able to make out certain shapes but in this darkness you can't be sure if it's not your mind playing tricks on you. All he knows for sure is there's a pretty girl pulling him along.
"That's not fun to hear, but then again, maybe you'll like the roughage of ropes." His ever famous grin slithers onto is face in the darkness. "I'm not even sure I want to get close to Giselle, when I'm already inches from you..." His voice trails into the darkness, like a black steed galloping into the abyss and for a moment, there is no sound besides the shuffling of dirt, which you soon realize is much closer to your ears then anything as Levi places his hands by your head, leaning forward against the wall. "Tell me, did you have all of this planned?" He asks, the breath of the two inter-changing words with each other, just as white and black make a painting. He leans forward, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her chin. "If you tell me the truth, I'll tell you a secret."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 0:48:45 GMT
She held still, all except for the rise and fall of her chest with each deep breath she took. She tried not to touch him but then his hands were on either side of her and his mouth grazed her chin. She tipped her head back and tapped the crown of her head against the rough wall. "No," she breathed out softly. "The only part I had planned was to lure you into the drink and steal a cheap glance at your scars," she answered him honestly.
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 as he looks at her in the dark. "Well, then you won't feel the same when I play rogue on my end." He snickers. "You know, for a girl that wanted to kill me a few moments again, I'm liking how you're acting now." He shifts his feet in the dirt. "Did you like what you saw? Care to add another one?" he offers jokingly.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 1:05:22 GMT
"Who says I don't still want to kill you now?" She asked him. Caitlin laced her fingers together behind her back and bit her lip to stamp down on her urges. "And what do you mean play a rogue on your end? You offered me a secret in exchange for an honest answer." She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of an answer to his last two questions. If her hands on his body down by the river weren't answer enough - she wasn't about to confirm it in words.
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
"I joined because of you. The only reason I'm in the Brotherhood is you. I never minded the drifter life." His heart pounds in his chest like war drums. That's good enough of a secret, definitely. He ignores her second question and answers the first with. "I hope you do. It'll make our relationship fun." He says, as a light sparks at his finger tips, lighting up the darkness just for the two of them to see each other, and on Levi's face was a grin propelled by Caity. "You're even cuter when you bite your lip. Confused about something?" He asks, the flames licking his finger tips for a long enough to get her response out. And don't worry about your hair, his hands are fair enough away, that and it IS conjured flame.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 1:21:25 GMT
Her heart sank in her chest. So he was a liar. She didn't see that coming. A prankster she would have believed, a hot head and a risk taker she was already sure of, but a liar she wouldn't have guessed. There was no reason for it, not when he could probably smarm his way out of any corner he got himself backed into.
When he first approached them on the docks, looking for the BoR's he thought Rava was their leader. He was his typical audacious self, flirting with her right off the bat and it had amused Caitlin when it seemed harmless. But this hurt. The fact that he thought a cheap lie would win over her confidence, it felt like a low blow. She turned her face away from him and blew out the flame on his finger tips. Her good humor evaporated.
"C'mon it really is late, we should get you to the docks and introduce you to your new captain before she turns in for the night." Caitlin's voice was raw and she pinched herself to snap out of it. She didn't move yet though. If she took a step forward all she would do is collide with Levi's chest and right now that was the last thing she wanted.
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
As she blow out the fire on his fingers, his eyebrows narrow and his eyes squint to see in the darkness. The tone of her voice changed, talking to her was like playing with a porcupine. Maybe you get poked, maybe you won't. Just make sure to touch it the right way.
Levi leans down so his elbows are against the wall, moving his knee to the wall also, making the space small between them, hell he's pretty sure he can feel her body heat coming on to him.
"Do you think I'm lying?" He asks, with a cold tone. "I was told there was a beautiful woman who pirates the seas most intimidating ship, a woman of great power and mass respect. All I was told was she was at the docks, and you'll know her when you see her. And yes, I may have called Rava cute, but haven't you found that out yet? I'm the town flirt. I'd flirt to get a drink of water if I had to!" He frowns in the dark, maybe she could see it, maybe she couldn't. It didn't matter, not now. His lips slowly start to turn into a pout. "When I saw you, I set my locks on to you. I found you, and I knew it was you, not Rava. If the stories were a lie, don't you think I would've turned and left?" He exhales, his heart playing the song of history, and didn't show signs of slowing down, he could hear it in his own ears. "I know you've had to been through a lot, and your first instinct has probably kept you alive, but I've yet to give you a reason to distrust me, so why now?"
Levi shifts away, taking his body back to himself. To the darkness. He can't see Caitlyn from where he's standing, and pretty sure she can't see him either, which was a good thing.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 1:57:14 GMT
Instead of backing away, he brought himself closer to her. She shrank back against the wall as far as she could, she even removed her hands from behind her and pressed them against her sides in little balled fists. His voice was as flat as hers when he spoke, and a shiver ran down her spine. She could feel each breath he took between sentences and she worried that if she so much as hiccup'd her body would brush against his. She had to admit he at least sounded like he believed what he told her was the truth. It made her second guess herself and she hated that. He ended his monologue with a question and pushed himself back to give her some space.
She was shaking. She didn't realize it before but she did now. Her whole body trembled as she fought to find the right answer. "If I trusted everybody I met on the first day, I'd be dead by now," She whispered to him. Of course if she kissed every man she met on the first day - she'd probably be in the same boat. It was hypocritical to act like what they were doing was somehow standard.
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
The darkness admits a voice of accusation and hurt in an echo of sound. "And if you went around getting it in with every boy you saw, you'd be found in a gutter one day." He steps up onto the train track, causing the steel to clunk against the bottom of his boot. "You're a good looking lady, and a drat valuable one at that. Too be honest, what you did with ME was stupid. I scarred you, took you to dinner, and you acted like a cat in heat on the beach. Are you sure you're not telling me lies?" He places a hand on his own shoulder, looking down in the darkness. Maybe he was being quite harsh, or maybe she..no, no, it was definitely him.
"If I wanted to I could've let you die today. I could've done it myself a few places through out the day, but I didn't. If I didn't harm you physically, what makes you think I'll lie to you, babydoll?" He hushes into the dark. "I change my mind, I'd rather be in the sky then on water."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 2:13:16 GMT
She chewed her lip as he snapped at her. Everything he said was true and it cut like a knife. For all her talk about being so careful in her position, she hadn't been today. She'd been reckless, and worse... Then he pulled a 180 on her and she gave a small gasp. The rumors of the Pirate Queen had led him astray in one regard, though she hadn't felt the need to correct him earlier. Caitlin's ship wasn't on the sea. Well - to be fair it HAD been back when she wasn't their leader, but ever since stepping up to the roll she'd taken over the flag ship in the sky. But he didn't know that... did he?
"Why change your mind now?" She asked him with a careful neutrality to her voice.
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 remains quiet for a few moments. "I've always had a born despise of winged anders. I'm jealous over the freedom they have, and wish I had it." The air lingers for a moment as he thinks for a moment. "That, and I feel like swinging from one ship to another thousands of feet above land seems...fun. It'll get my blood going...and if it ever comes to it, hitting the ground seems faster than drowning."