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
Open to Caitlin Cockfoster and anyone who sees the poor bloke! For awhile now, as Levi's been up in the skies he's learned of when the ship will be above Lodan's docks through some...not-so-nice ways. Today's the big day, and Levi's prepared.
Parachute? Check!
Flying Hover-boat!? Check!
Courage? Maybe!
Levi knows he really shouldn't be jumping, not here and not now, but standing on the side of the ship, looking down at the water and roadways below him make his heart pump. He takes the goggles from the top of his hat and places it over his eyes. He smiles as he hears someone yelling for him and with that, it's time. All he hopes for is Caitlyn to be on the docks.
Levi hears nothing but screaming. Not from people, but the wind flying over his ears in a cover of whistles. He's face first as he free-falls through the clear, warm day towards the docks. It's quite a drop today, he thinks to himself as he falls past birds and other aerial creatures with a 'WHOOSH!'
He's not something that can just be ignored, a man falling through the sky. Boy, this is gonna be fun when I land. He thinks to himself. Maybe he'll be thought of a flying ander? Who knows.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 18:31:57 GMT
Caitlin was wearing a disguise today. She'd spent too much time on the docks as herself, and people were starting to talk. There were rumors that she came here so often and waited by the sea for a lost lover to return to her, some even said it was Willoughby, the Mechanic who ran off on her with another woman, when really he left the city on some business and was obviously too busy to write to her. Or maybe he did run off with another woman who knew. It didn't matter anymore, time pressed on and people were bound to make of her behaviors what they would. She just couldn't feed the gossip-mongers too much fodder or they'd get even more outrageous with their tales (and even closer to the truth!) She didn't want that.
So instead of doing her inventories as the frivolous blond baroness, today she was incognito as a comely brunette tavern wench. Cait's long blonde hair was coiled beneath a faux wig, and she borrowed clothing from a real tavern wench that often relayed info to one of Caitlin's men. None of it was ever any good, but they held out hope that one day she would have some nugget of intel worth hearing.
It was an overly busy day and the heat from the sun was not filtered through any forgiving cloud cover. It was unbearably hot with two layers of skirt, a blouse beneath her corset (which -really she should have on most of the time anyway but who was checking?) and long sleeves SLEEVES! In this heat!? If that wasn't bad enough, swine kept grabbing her around the waist and getting handsy with her figure in general. She had to call over some of her men and make them babysit her just so she could go over her charts in peace.
Clearly that was not meant to be. "ALL HANDS ON DECK!" "ALL HANDS" she could hear shouts from her ship, and it went up like wildfire with the other vessels as well, even the ones she didn't own. Men were rushing the weather-decks and climbing the rigging. Some had grasped the situation sooner than others and were already unraveling the sails. "We got ourselves a limp birdie, coming in hot!" One of the merchants shouted with glee from his ship. Pandemonium broke out, like a spontaneous challenge had been issued, every ships crew was working double time to get their sails and netting unfurled to see who could catch the sky diver. Caitlin stared up like many in the crowd around her and her heart squeezed. Whoever it was appeared to be riding a dysfunctional hover-boat. At this low of an altitude, shouldn't the steam ventilators have kicked in? How was he supposed to hoover without venting steam??
Her eyes swung to her own crew, eager to join in the game, but she wasnt looking for a victory, she was looking for a winged ander... someone who could rescue the poor sod... someone who didn't have to worry about being found out like she always had to.
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 feeling of the fall was a rush, one so immense he'd do it again and again and again...but you know, at a moment like this, wouldn't you rather think about landing? Levi sure did, as he looked over the side of the boat, the ships below coming at him faster and growing bigger. It's about time he aborts from this failure of a life-saver! He rips the cord on the backpack like sack that was strapped around his body, releasing a giant cloth parachute that took wind with ease, bellowing a 'fwoop!' as it filled with the slowing power of mother nature.
The jerk from the pull wasn't bad, he'll be a little sore tomorrow but he'll get over it, and the panic when his feet left the hover-craft subsided when he realized this was suppose to happen, so for now he casually, as casual as one could get while falling through the sky, floated to the nearest boat.
He didn't need to be caught, so he chose to circle the boat once before making contact near the steering wheel of the rig, his parachute catching on the side of the boat as it lost it's air. He undid the straps and stretched as if he just woke out a bed, before being swarmed with a mass of people.
He made a distraction for his own boat, which hit the water with a mighty crash and floated on the salty sea waves like a dead otter. He wasn't going to pay for that. Not today, any ways.
His eyes scan the crowd as people throw questions and accusations at him, which he ignores, and even with all this commotion people are whispering among themselves in the back, but he's got only one question. "Has anyone seen the queen-bee?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 19:04:23 GMT
Caitlin rushed her ship the moment the parachute came out. The flyer wasn't far away, just one pier over and circling the ship to the left of hers. Still, she needed to get above the crowd to see who it was. She didn't stop running till her body hit the railing of her uppermost deck. She leaned over the side of the ship to see the hover-boat floating upside down. She looked at it nice and hard, and then her face went ashen and the blood drained from her complexion. That was her equipment. That belonged to one of her sky ships. Immediately her eyes snapped up to the adjacent ship to see who had fallen from her air ship. The man had landed at this point and was being mobbed by a bunch of excited sailors who won the impromptu contest by default since the diver landed on their boat - even if it was by his own hand and not theirs.
Finally the crowd started to part down the middle as everyone surrounding him turned to see the faulty tech in the water that came down with him. For just a split second she could see him, dead ahead and grinning like he'd just invented the wheel. "Levi," Cait whispered, her heart hammering one good hard kick in her chest, then the glimpse of him was gone, covered by the crowd that wasn't done with him yet.
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 puts his hands up, using them as stop signs as the big guys come rushing at him, fluttering over him likes bees on honey, and for a second Levi feels violated as he's grabbed all over and thrown into the air. You see him for a moment as the toss him and catch him over and over. "Let me down!" "Hey I NEED THOSE FOR KIDS!" "I think I'm gonna be sick!" are just a few things being said as the boy returns to the air and back down again, all while the the sailors shout. "We gottem! We win!"
Levi thinks to himself he's never gonna find Caitlin like this, but you know what, as long as he doesn't get dis-emboweled by the salty seamen, he doesn't care! So he tries to stand on their hands and take poses as a captain and as if he were a statue, but it doesn't really work you see, as standing on people isn't the easiest of things. Especially when you're on a boat, and you just come in from a crash landing.
"Lemme hear it men, do I know how to make an entrance or what?!" He howls out, followed by laughter as he tossed again. Okay, really this tossing business isn't fun.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 19:38:55 GMT
Annnd there he was again, walking on peoples hands, nope falling on, no wait - walking again, ok now he's just bouncing. She rolled her eyes at how ridiculous it was but she couldn't help a little bubble of laughter that escaped. One of her crew tapped her on the shoulder and asked her about the floatsom. "Yes, get it out of the water please, and see if one of the technically inclined personnel can do anything for it." He nodded and walked away. She gripped the railing even tighter and leaned out further. She wondered what it had been like, falling through the hot air, arms free and weightless, Nothing holding you in, nothing holding you back. Did the ocean rush up at him like a speeding train? She bet it was like having wings. Part of her wanted to go over there and ask him, to join the crush of fangirls shoving their way toward him like he was a rockstar.
Instead she stayed on the rails, watching him get passed along the other boat and down to the pier so the men could gloat to the rest of the docks that they'd won. She smiled. That was one way to lift the oppressive drone that had gripped them all for the last countless hours.
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 struggles and squirms out of their grasp once they reach the dock, and he gets his feet on the ground. "Hey hey, wait a minute! Where's Caitlin, does anyone know? I've gotta talk to her!" He calls out over the crowd of people, which all stay rather quiet, but a girl taps him on the shoulder and points up to the crest of the boat where she believes Caitlin was. Levi nods and gives a famous smile before elbowing and growling his way through the wall of muscles and meat. His goal was to make it on the boat, and that'd be good enough for him if he were to get grabbed again. If she wanted to see him, she'd have to save him again but damnit, he's gonna fight to get up there!
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 19:56:29 GMT
The whispers traveled faster than Levi could shoulder his way through the crowd. That one insistent question he yelled over the crowd only fed the fires that were already burning in the rumor mill. "what did he say?" "He asked for Caitlin" "move I wanna see?!" "Caitlin who" "I think he means the Baroness" "That's her long lost lover?" *collective gasps "Who is he, who fell?" "It's the Baroness's lover," "No It's not" "Is too, everyone says they heard him say so," "I thought the commander of the EIRAL's was the Baroness's lover?"
That one rang loud and clear to Levi's right shoulder and couldn't have been misheard.
Caitlin walked briskly to own ships ramp touching the pier. He was just about to walk past her boat when he (and the crowd swarming him) all turned and headed toward her. She stepped back a few feet, then remembered she was in disguise and leaned forward again to watch the processional. When they were close enough to shout words back and forth her crew boo'd the other crew, calling out it was a fixed contest - that they cheated, and all manner of rowdy sportsmanship. Caity just grinned at her fallen angel - or devil morelike, and watched him fight his own battles. "You started this," She shouted down to him, still smiling, unaware of what the gossips were saying on the pier below.
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 words mesh together as the boy works his way through the pier, but he stops for a moment when a sentence rings into his ear like an air-raid drill. "I thought the commander of the EIRAL's was the Baroness's lover?" And to anyone's surprise who could read his thoughts, it didn't make him angry, no, but it fueled something else in the boy as his face twists into a look of determination, and then curiosity as the woman yells at him. Hell, in this battlefield ever body sounds the same, all he knows is she hasn't flanked him, so she must have intel. And he was determined to get it as he reached for the plank that led up to the boat, crawling up it as a sailor grabs his leg for a moment, barking out "Where'ya goin' birdy?!" Levi reacts with a quick jolt of his leg and tries to run up the boats plank, ugh. Sailor's have some serious determination!
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 20:12:35 GMT
Her smile turned into a flat line when someone grabbed him on the ramp. Someone had their thinking cap on today, and they must know that anyone falling from the sky has to be chalk full of gooey secrets. She gave one tiny nod, and thats all it took for her men to react to the silent command. The sailors beside her descended the ramp and roped off the crowd behind Levi so he could make his way onboard without getting himself mauled any further.
"What were you thinking?" Cait whispered to him when he finally reached her.
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 looks back as the Caitlin's seamen fend off against the other sailors for Levi to make it up on the sheep. He walks over to her and leans and arm on the banister, leaning over as he takes a few, well needed breaths of fresh air. Sailor crotch doesn't smell well after all, and there was quite the number of them. He looks up at Caitlin and smiles the widest his smiled in a long time.
"I was thinking about how fantastic my entrance had to be, to make up for your exit." He puts forth to Caitlin. "After all, what's ying...without the yang?" He peeps between breaths before standing up straight to be a little taller than Caitlin. "What are you dressed in? Looks like something I'd find in the slaughter-swine inn."
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jul 2, 2014 20:23:58 GMT
Danny scuttled across the tops of some of the shipping crates as he made a beeline for where the skydiving daredevil had been. Oh man, that was so cool! Wonder what he's like... probably an arse, but that was still just so awesome. Danny drew nearer and nearer to where he guessed the body would be. Well... looks like he was fine. Danny looked around before he went off into the water. No use getting up there by the walkway. He did his best to swim around to the front of the boat, but he was no mean swimmer even without the coat and scarf weighing him down. He drew next to the front of the boat and began climbing up the wood. Well... there goes that plan. A lipped overhang made it impossible for the boy to get up, so he jumped off the front of the boat and bounced up to catch the lip after creating a small pearl platform of light to aid his ascent. Hopefully it didn't draw too much attention, considering the commotion going on. The boy quickly hauled himself onto the boat and took a moment to get his bearings. Aha! There he is! Danny marched straight across the boat as though he belonged there and drew up next to the high flying daredevil. "'ey, bud- Oh-ho-ho! How ya been pal? Ain' seen ya since tha' soldier girly botched 'er run inta the woods!" Danny grinned at the now recognized daredevil. "Ya gotta tell me when yer doin' that again! I'll come with ya!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 20:30:09 GMT
Caitlin barked a laugh at Levi's ying and yang comment and it lifted the weight on her shoulders another notch. "I should have known," she chided lightly, shaking her head from side to side. When he remarked on her gettup she looked down at herself and fanned out her skirts with her hands. "This? What you don't like it? and here I thought barmaid was your kind of women," plural. not singular. she wasn't about to let herself forget he liked to keep more than one, and if she couldn't be the only one - well then she wouldn't be one of his at all. Caitlin's eyes glinted a challenge and she steeled her heart for whatever charm he threw her way. She'd had months to forget about him, and she'd been doing a pretty drated good job too, until now of course.
She watched him catching his breath. His dark hair was a long shaggy mess, and it covered parts of his face. Those blue eyes pierced through though, regardless, and the studs on his face glinted against his olive skin in the harsh sunlight. Her eyes washed over his face like they missed him. There was a strange tether around her sternum, invisible, but it tugged at her, making her want to step closer. She resisted and broke eye contact with him to make resisting easier. She had made up her mind about Levi. She wasn't about to change it.
While her boys held off the pier mob, they failed to notice the little blonde letting himself onto the boat and walking around like he owned it. Cait raised her eyes at Danny who addressed Levi in the oddest of ways - though given who Danny was she might as well have expected it. She raised her eyebrows at the insightful information Danny was offering with his greeting. encounter with a soldier girl in the woods? Really now? She'd have to question Levi about that later in private, make sure he wasn't turning them over to the EIRALs.
"Ahem" she cleared her throat for Danny's attention. "How is that sword practicing coming, little one?" She asked with a fat grin. Let the kid figure out who she was in this costume.
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
Winks at Caitlyn, smiling as he does so before Danny comes upto him. He gives the younger boy a once over, narrowing his eyes at the costume, and yep..those goggles are something you can't forget. He pats Danny on the should, giving Caity his back as he pulls him close and speaks through a closed smile. "Been awhile bud, forget about that." He lightens up his look and turns back to Caitlyn. "Ah, I may like to tease women in such attire, but I'd never want to find my woman like that." He pockets his hands and offers a light shrug. "You know the youngin', Cait?" he offers up after she asks Danny her question.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jul 2, 2014 20:47:23 GMT
Cait? What? Well, that was a surprise. Danny tugged his goggles up off his face and winked at Caitlin. "Sword works gettin' pretty good if I say so myself... I'll show ya sometime if ya want." Danny stretched his arms over his head, blissfully ignoring Levi's intimidating comment. "Can' ferget it when ya pulled my arse outta the fire with tha' girly an' 'er gunman. Kinda owe ya a solid, ya know?" Danny's lie was smooth and natural as he grinned at the bugger. "Yeh, me an' her met. First time was out in the woods when I saved 'er life. Er's an' one'a 'er girlies... Roofo... Rega... Wha'ever 'er name was... the nutter tha' tried ta attack the queen when King Big-Hat was visitin'."
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