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
When Caitlyn's ship, and Levi's favorite ship was in the docks, the boy wasn't often found on Caitlyn's unless Caity was there and if not, he was at the other which he was now, placed upon the ledge of the ships guard rails, his leg hanging in the air as his body barely had any friction against the material he sat on, pulling a cigarette from his mouth, smothering the embers against the side of the ship before flicking the bud away. He was never one for pipes, nor was he one for smoking a lot, but it seems the more he was in the air the more he craved to be a captain, and it feels like every ship captain was an old man with a brilliant hat, and a cigarette falling from his lips. Sounds fun, something he'd like to do. He lifts his chin and splits his lips in a small oval shape, pushing the smoke out of his mouth in rings, a trick he picked up out of boredom one day while sitting in a haze filled bar, but that's another story for another day. His eyebrows crease as he watches the smoke dissipates, waving away the cherry smelling smoke.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 10, 2014 20:04:33 GMT
Caitlin was walking down the sky tower pier toward her ship when she saw something flicker over the edge of the vessel parallel to hers. She shielded her eyes against the sun and looked up. A leg dangled over the side and hung loosely over thin air. It was a long drop to the ground below and she quickly shifted her eyes to the name of the airship stamped on its side. Yeah... this was one of hers. Great, just what she didn't want this morning was a suicide in her ranks. Glancing quickly back to the tower she checked to make sure noone was on the pier but her, then licked her lips and did a short sprint to the edge of the walk. Jumping, Cait got up as high as she could before reaching her peak and forming a platform under her feet to take a second leap, then a third (Speed I x2). Queens, this vessel was tall and broad. She reached up her fingers and caught the railing, a huff escaping her lungs as gravity pulled her back down and the tension hit her arms.
"Before you do anything stupid, mind helping a lady up?" She asked the face behind the rings of smoke. She couldn't see yet who exactly she was attempting to save.
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 shady blue eyes looked down, leering at the pier that was built for the skyships to dock to, seeing a familiar color scheme of gold, purple, and green. What happened next was not so familiar however as the pretty little lady decided to jump off the pier, causing Levi to raise his eyebrows in a curious arch. I knew I was damned well good looking, but surely not to die for, he thinks to himself before the girl manages to stand on the air and jump again before commencing this act a third time, her frame pushing her off what seemed was like nothing. As slender digits grab the rail of ship, a voice squeaks in the air breaking the white-sound in the background.
"Before you do anything stupid, mind helping a lady up?" The girl called to him as her fingers gripped the material. He looks down at her and gives her a flat expression with a helpful tone of.
"No. You did this to yourself, Kitten. If you really think I'm worth giving up on life for, I'll help you." He says, extending his hand to meet hers, lifting one of her fingers off of the railing, teasing her with the thought of him letting her drop, but sooner or later takes a grip in her hand and pulls her up with a flex of his muscles. "C'mon Caity, I wouldn't say I'm doing stupid. I'd consider you quite intelligent." He cracks out into the absent space between them, his lips raising in a grin as the metal in his face shines bright from the sun, the blue tipped bars almost matching his eyes, or at least as much of his eyes you can see with his hair falling in his face from looking down at Cait. After she settles in, he takes his hat off to run his hand back through his black locks, setting his cap on afterwards with a casual smile. "Do you come here often, or do I just attract you to do stupid things?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 11, 2014 0:42:26 GMT
The moment she heard his voice she groaned, then his words sunk in and she gasped. "Wise arse," she insulted him but then she held her breath as he plucked her finger off the rail and threatened to dangle her over the side. She looked down at the clouds beneath her feet, and back at the pier a couple paces behind her. She'd have to jump again mid air, and that would use up almost all her power right now. Her eyes swung back to him with dark growing anger. "you wouldn't!" He didn't.
He pulled her up and grinned, making casual conversation and brushing the hair out of his eyes. "if I'd known it was you, I'd have stayed on the ground," she berated him, but the sting was gone from her voice. She looked out at the sky. "Nice view you have." She slanted her eyes at him again. "I come here often and to work and you know that." She swatted at him, her hand brushing across the brown fabric of his sleeve. She felt... warmer. Must be the sunshine.
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 over the girl sitting next to him, taking in the scene with his senses he was allowed to use in public. Heh, he had to agree that he did have a good view as his eyes scanned over Caitlin slowly, stopping at the most important parts of her figure, taking in the reference before catching eyes watching his own. He narrows his view and turns forward as her hand brushes over his sleeve. Still nothin' but a love struck schoolgirl. He thinks in his own thoughts.
"Well obviously, I'm up here quite often with you. Sadly though, I'm starting to catch rumor from the deckhands. The sounds coming from your room are loud enough to get their attention. Seems I keep your mind running in your sleep?" He says, just getting words rolling into the form of conversation. "So when is your father marrying you off? I gotta know so I can come swinging in through the big ol' glass window behind the altar. Wouldn't that just be sumthin'?" Levi rolls his head, placing a hand on his neck as he does so. "I mean unless you planned on marrying me, but I don't think Daddy would like that."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 11, 2014 1:40:38 GMT
"That is complete nonsense, you, you made that up," she said flustered after he insinuated rumors about her sleeping habits. She was flustered, and her face tinged a little bit rosier than before. God what if it was true though? She'd dreampt about- no, no way did she talk in her sleep. She was sure. He changed the topic and she released the tension from the last one.
Caitlin leaned on the rail and stared out at the clouds. "If he has made plans, he hasn't told me about it.But that wouldn't be a surprise, he didn't tell me about it the last time either." She chucked at the thought of him crashing her wedding. "I think I prefer the daring window jumping brigand than the obligatory groom, why, has my father arranged a wedding between us that I should know about?" She twisted to face him and cocked an eyebrow at him. She was playing of course, but her heart jack hammered in her chest from the teasing. It made her giddy.
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 raises a single finger to his lips, gesturing a shoosh towards her as his lips turn into a soft smile.
"Maybe, but if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise now would it? It doesn't bother you, does it? The though of marrying someone who worries more about the way his hair falls then the world around him?" Levi shrugs and looks down below them, he his face contorts into a scowl as he brings up phlegm and spits into the space between the ship in the dock. "Feel bad for the bloke who gets hit by that. Heheh, 'll never see it comin'! Think you can spit farther than me?" He says, offering a carefree glance to Caitlin from over his shoulder.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 11, 2014 1:57:46 GMT
"Pity," She said with false pretension. "I'll have to find a different daring brigand to jump through the window then, if you will be preoccupied with the obligatory groom role." He shrugged, looked down then spat. She instantly recoiled. Oh that was charming. Then, unable to help herself, she gave a throaty laugh. "You are an eel." she told him, though if pressed, she'd refuse to say why she thought so.
Jumping up on the rail, Caitlin tugged her braid loose and finger combed her hair, letting the wind catch it and fly it like ribbons facing Levi. "Think you can jump farther than me? Which of us do you think could really fly if we wanted to?" Her heels tilted over the edge and she lost balance for a second, wobbling her hands for balance before standing up straight again, her skirt tangling around her legs in the breeze. She was smiling, carelessly standing on the edge of death and enjoying the wind in her hair. She had no idea what she was really doing up here. The deeper recesses of her mind whispered, fall and he will catch you, but she pushed it away. He was an eel, and she needed to remember it.
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
Catboy took his hand off the rail to give Caitlin a two handed shrug. He smiles and says "Call me what you want, but I didn't think you'd take me up on the challenge. I always thought you weren't a spitter." Levi watches as goldie-locks stood up and balanced on the rail with supreme 'skill' as she wiggled in fingers in the air as she lost balance for a moment. Levi reaches over and places a hand on the back of her lower thigh, pushing her slowly. "Go ahead, Queen. If you wanna dive into the belly of the beast I won't stop ya'." he pauses for a moment, running his hand down the back of her leg until he finds the metal rail again. "But I'll sure as hell gut that bastard to get you out of'em!" He exhales heavily before standing up with Caitlin, smiling as his legs shake for a moment, standing on a cylinder of steel wasn't an everything day for him, and especially not when he was quite the distance up. He wasn't worried so much about the fall, but it was the landing that worried him. He looked over at Caitlin, spinning his body so the toes on one foot is touching the heel of the other, holding out his hands to find hers. He takes interest in her face as he coos "I'm not blessed with any fancy magic like you, so if I fall I'm done for." He grins lightly and leans to the side, his body weight shifting to the air, teasing that he'll jump. "If I held your hand, would you leap with me? I'll promise to give you your last kiss on the way down." He says with a chuckle after it all.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 11, 2014 2:32:54 GMT
She liked the sound of him rescuing her from the belly of the beast, it was a metaphor of course (hopefully she's never actually diving into the belly of any beast) but it sounded a lot like a promise to be there when she needed him. That was reassuring. He jumped up next to her and faltered on the railing as she had. It made her chest squeeze because this really was way more dangerous for him than it was for her. Her silliness faded away and her eyes filled with concern when he leaned out over the edge. Quickly Cait grabbed his arm and pulled them both in toward the ship. Her feet fell off the rail and hit the deck, and she pulled him with her.
Tangled in her skirt she fell down even more and ended up on her butt, tugging him down too even if he wasn't going to trip same as she had. Ignoring her embarrassment at falling on her rump, she looked up at his eyes. "Why don't you have 'fancy magic' like me? You're an Ander, you could learn it you know..." She held on to him, not letting go yet, not feeling right about him risking his own death for their amusement. She preferred him warm and breathing and alive.
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 boy smiles as his weight is counter-acted by Caitlin's force of falling, causing him to come with her, though he manages to land flat footed in a bent over state has Caitlin has a firm grip on his hand. He places his other hand on the back side of her hand and pulls her up onto her feet, offering a mix of "Well.." and exhaling as he does so "The answer is simple, dove. What kills me makes me feel alive, and if I knew I could land when I jumped, what excitement would that give me?" He pulls Caitlin into him, pulling their hands up above her head to give her a pathway into a ballerina spin before placing his arms around her, their bodies together. "I assume it's how you feel when I play with you. I like it." His lips make a soft line, wavering at the corners of his lips as he leans his head forward to plant a soft kiss on Caitlin's forehead. "To continue on my original point, if I was a ghost I'd haunt the living hell out of people. That has a quality about it that makes me feel like it'd be worth it!" He snickers softly. "You know it's been quite sometime since you've been this close to me. Dare you tread into the shadows?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 12, 2014 4:26:11 GMT
He helped her to her feet, then tugged her to him, embracing her in a romantic dance before twirling her around and pulling her back against his body. The things he described sounded very familiar, she'd cheated death more than once, thanks to a pointless war they waged some months over a year ago at least. It was almost frightening how quickly she was forgetting, but then again those weren't the kind of memories one wanted to hold onto. Then there was this. The way Levi made her feel, and he knew it... the smug bastard.
She would have kicked him but for the kiss he leaned in to plant on her forehead. Her eyes drifted closed and she savored it for a moment. He snickered softly and then made a quip about their proximity and a tread in the shadows. She did kick him this time, right in the shin, but not very hard. "I do recall someone using spontaneous fire to light gunpowder on my back, and he did it with nothing more than his fingertips. Perhaps we have different abilities, but personally I'd count that as 'fancy magic' stuff any day." She responded to his prior statement rather than the latter, not knowing how to handle her heartstrings. He was playing her like a fiddle and she didn't like knowing he found her so easy a target. She watched his expressions, and caught the glint of metal in his bottom lip. She remembered the smooth cool steel against her own lips and it was distracting.
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, the fire they spoke of perpetually burning the inside of his emotions. "Maybe, but that's nothing but a little show and go, you can pull some pretty crazy stuff with your abilities and you know that damned well." He grins as he runs his eyes over the girl within his arms, his eyes melting with the heat from her body. "So Kitten, is the bed still the way I left it? Warm?" His grin turns into a teasing smirk. "Or perhaps you'd call it something different. Hmm, maybe a little crazy?" He snickers lightly. "You know, I'm really taking a like to these ships, Caity. They're quite something. I feel light, weight lifting off my body. It's weird. You give me the same feeling."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 16, 2014 1:39:38 GMT
She thought about what skills she did have, while they were diverse, they weren't all that powerful and she liked to think the secret MI guild, wherever they were out there, whoever they were, had much more powerful members perhaps even a mage or two. Her heart skidded when he talked intimately to her, pet names and all. She raised an eyebrow at him and tried to keep her cool. "You mean from the one time you sat on it while I had a talk with Ikuze?" She crossed her arms over her chest, causing her arms and hands to brush against his chest in the tight space. "I imagine it looks just as well made as before." A thought surfaced, something he'd said once about them both being Anders, keeping it in the blood and having kittens of their own. Her skin warmed and she was glad he switched topics. The way he described the freedoms of the sky spoke to her. She knew exactly what he meant. The final sentence that came out of his mouth though broke her. She was stunned silent, though she held his gaze without faltering, not wanting him to realize how the words touched her.
"You know, I could use a few more reliable sky captains up here... the sea's are pretty well managed but the skies are still so open and there are plenty of clouds we haven't touched yet..." She watched him as she spoke slowly. "I like to reward my best with a promotion within a year of service, if I think they're up to the task. Not everyone has the salt..."
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 throws a generic comment into the wind as her eyebrow raises. "You look confused." He says softly as her hands come up to cross over her chest, brushing his in the process. His lips settle into a warm hearted smile as his hands come from their places, drifting slowly down so they rest easy on her hips. "Did I say something weird" He asks in a collective voice as his eyes scan her face for exposure of emotion or lack-their-of, but as the topic of Sky Captaining comes up, Levi lets a chuckle rumble from the depths of his chest. "You barely let me into your bed, but you'd hand me the reigns of the ship? You're trying to distance yourself from me, aren't you?" He says in an accusing but sarcastic tone. "If you wanted my hands on something so important all you had to do was kick Ikuze out." He continues with a cheeky grin. Yeah, that's the worlds biggest dung eating grin right there.