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
Catboy finishes what Kitten didn't of the first treat, letting the taste sit in his both as they walked. He chuckles softly and pokes around "Really? The big bad queen is scared of the dark?" He says as the enter the blacked out tunnel, and as their bodies become encased in the blackness he continues on with his speech. "Really? As if you could never just call out my name. I'm all for the idea of keeping you warm through the night, you're just the one who pushes me away. If you're so scared of coming out here, why not just lay in my arms? We've already proved I'm quicker on the draw then you are. You even signed the statement in blood." He snickers.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 2:00:35 GMT
Caitlin rolled her eyes in the dark, but he couldn't see it, part of the reason she could say the things she did when she couldn't see him either. "I'm being serious this time Levi, this is my serious face," ok that part was a joke, since they couldn't see faces. "I'm telling you this as a kind of confession. You tease me a lot about it, and of course I'm going to deny it - and keep denying it too in the light of day, but I wanted you to know. Even if you decide to be an arse about it later..." they were coming up on the exit and she paused just inside the tunnel wall, the sunlight cutting in at an angle illuminating their bodies from the waist down, but nothing else.
"When you promised to catch me if I fell..." was this the right time to mention this? She bit her lip, uncertainty creeping up again. She couldn't take it back once it was out there. That's what made it so hard to say.
"You're probably the only person in the world who could look at those marks you've left on my skin, and still think they're beautiful... I feel the most comfortable with you, and I -"
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 stops as his opposite does. He stands in the shadows with her as she speaks, "Ya' know. I may bend words into making them good for me, but I don't spit lies to people I...mmm...'communicate' for more than one day with. My hand will always be ready to meet yours, no matter how deep. You're pretty easy to carry." Levi's mind wanders to the first time they came out here, and Caitlin decided to force gills upon herself, sucking in water like it was air. "If I didn't think you're scars gave you a good appearance, why would I add to the collection?" he asks into the darkness, raising his hand to scratch his chest lightly, knowing the scars that hid beneath the cloth. "Go on, I'm curious. Youuu....adore me and my sense of humor? You love the way my hair falls? Because I do. Maybe youuuuu can't get over the thought of me?" You know, you can't see it, but that smug bastard would definitely be looking over himself.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 2:26:10 GMT
Despite herself, she smiled warmly at his words, she allowed the glow, the chemistry, the adoration and everything she felt show in her features because she knew she was safe in the shadow. That very attitude of his was the reason behind her next few words. "Yes to all of that, to the sense of humor, the way your hair falls, the odd metal pieces in your face, the fact that you're in love with yourself," she snickered a little. Then her giggles subsided. She reached for his hands and pulled him till their knees were touching. She leaned forward till she felt her forehead rest on his chin. "I'm in love with you." She whispered so faintly they were barely 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
Levi rolls his eyes in the darkness as he lets himself get pulled into the woman, sliding his hands around her as she comes close to him, her cool skin against his. He holds his words for a moment, collecting what he should say in a few thoughts. "Daddy's not gonna like that. I'm nothing but a cat in the streets." His words didn't carry much seriousness, nor did they radiate sarcasm, in more than one sense he's right, and it's not exactly a good thing. Levi exhales quickly. "So the lamb fell in love with the wolf, heh?" Levi's lips turn into a grin, shaded by the shadows.
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2014 2:51:32 GMT by Levi Küper
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 2:54:20 GMT
Caitlin held on tight to him. The words rolled off her tongue so easily once she'd decided to let them go. Now she was afraid it wouldn't mean anything. Before she was terrified it would mean everything, but admitting it only brought on the reality that it didn't mean anything. Not unless she was willing to fight for it. "No, no he's not," she gave a nervous laugh and tucked her face under his chin, snuggling in closer, glad he didn't rebuke her for her confession. She felt the heavy exhale from his body, and then she felt the grin in his words as he teased her about sheep and wolves.
"Yes, I suppose it did..."
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 lifts his hand up and runs his fingers through Cait's hair, gently in a soft flow of motion. "Well that's good, but if we stand here any longer we may become train ornaments." Levi places a gentle kiss on the crown of Caitlin's head as some things run through his head, more of just words meshing together than anything actually creating sense. "So does this mean I can sleep in your cabin now?" He jokes as he caresses the small of her back with his hand. "You know, to keep you safe and warm."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 3:11:26 GMT
The reminder about the train came as a wake up call. He was right. Immediately she started pulling out of his arms. His hands were caressing her back and she hated to move but they needed to. She only reached back to grab his hand and drag him out of the tunnel and toward the terrace. His remark about getting into her cabin made her laugh out loud and it felt good. She shook her head no but what actually came out of her mouth was, "Yes, but not in my bed," she turned quickly to catch his expression and to see if his smile would falter with the 2nd part of that sentence. Her hair swished from the motion and her face glowed as she smiled at him, a woman admittedly in love, however short lived this moment of honesty might be.
"Are we diving or walking?" She asked, mimicking her earlier question.
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
Caitlin is really making the shots today, isn't she? Just dragging him this way and that, hmph. Her remark about not sleeping in the bed makes his smirk turn into a cheeky grin. "Hey, whatta' mean? I ain't no dog!" He boasts as he's pulled forward near the edge of the tracks. He looks over into the deep blue, shaking his head quickly. "No thank'ya, I'd prefer to stay dry, I dunno about you though." He marveled as he delivered a playful smack onto Caitlin's rump. "Go ahead if you want, I'll meet'cha down there." He jokes as he walks a few feet, turning around to see if she follows or jumps.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 3:45:11 GMT
The tap on her rear made her spin around and scowl at him, but she didn't mean it. If anything she felt higher than she had in ages, like she could sprout wings and suddenly fly. She wasn't that kind of Ander though...
If she jumped now instead of diving, she wouldn't be able to jump back up because of how many times she'd already used her magic to find out who was dangling over the edge of the skyship in the beginning. "Alright then," she spoke out loud. She looked back at the empty tracks, a moments fear from their last close call. There was no sound coming from the other side, which was good. "Here, catch this," she shouted to Levi as he climbed the rest of the way down. She started pealing off layers, First her shrug, then her blouse till she was standing in a corset. She pulled off her boots and stuffed the fabrics inside each. One at a time she threw them to him. Lastly she unhooked her skirts and shimmied out of them so it was just her stockings, knickers, and corset. If anyone saw her now they'd think she was a dollymop putting on a show. "This too," she shouted, throwing it into the air. The skirt drifted lazily down.
"My turn," she said a little quieter and slowly counted to three. Holding her breath she dove and her feet left the terrace. Pointing with her fingers together, palms flat, she spiked neatly into the water, barely disrupting the surface this time.
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 winks at Caitlin as his mouth slinks into an expression of 'aha, gotcha!' before he spins and walks towards the tunnel, jumping off the side of the track to the hillside, starting his decent down as his boots knocked dirt and stones away as he slid down the side of the hill, his feet hitting the sand with speed after the little jump off the bank, causing him to stumble forward a bit. Caitlin shouts something from above so he raises his head, looking up as clothing spirals down in the air, looking like a tragedy. He shakes his head and collects the clothes, dropping them in a semi-neatish pile so he can have his hands free as her boots came rocketing down, followed by her skirt to finish of the cake-pile of clothes. He rolls his eyes as the girl stands almost naked on the train tracks. The boy licks his gums as she hesitates for a moment, wondering to himself how he ended up in this situation, and then, she jumped and he watched her form cut through the air like a graceful swan, breaking the surface tension of the water with ease. He crosses his arms over his chest and sets one foot farther then the other, waiting for the girl to surface from the blue. "Did'ya have fun?" He calls out in a playful manner as she crawls from water, the beads of liquid balling up and rolling down her skin.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 20, 2014 3:27:27 GMT
She surfaced from the water and breathed in the clean air. Being away from the smog of the city was nice. Being here in her own little oasis paradise was even better. She swam toward the bank where Levi was, walking through the water as it rushed against her hips, then her thighs, knees, and calf till she was only ankle deep in. The water ran off of her in ribbons, dripping down her face, collecting on the upward tilt of her lips, and dripping from her hair. "I am having fun, shame you're not," she grinned. "I feel so under-dressed with you standing there clothed head to toe like that," she threw out there. Not that she was complaining, but she was getting used to the idea of transparency between them here, she liked that she could bare her self and her soul to him, and he would do the same. They're was no shame between them - their was no ugliness or embarrassment, no fear of judgement for their scars. Nothing like that.
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 smirks at the sea nymph in front of him. "Who said I ain't havin' fun? Cause I'm definitely enjoying the view!" He boasts as his eyes run down the water slicked Caitlin. He reaches up and grabs the brim of his hat, dropping it off onto the sand as he steps forwards towards her. "You're two strings from embarrassment." He brings a hand up to the buttons of his shirt, slipping them out of the cloth slits as he begins to un-button the linen all the way down , revealing his scarred torso has he takes it off in a quick over the head motion, letting the shirt fall to the ground. He lifts his arms in a gun show, smiling at Caitlin. It's not like Levi was built like the big bulky sailors on any of the ships, but his muscles were toned and well defined. "I'll let you touch mine if I can touch yours."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 21, 2014 18:20:35 GMT
Caitlin smirked as he began to disrobe, but his remark about two strings from embarrassment confused her. She looked down at herself and gasped. White linen shirt in water = no bueno. she quickly snapped her arms around her bust like a strait jacket, wishing they'd go ahead and invent the bra already Her eyes came back up to catch Levi dropping his shirt to the ground and posing with one arm poised next to his head, the hand behind his neck and his bicep bulging. He had a nice build, not skinny, not bulky, just natural and it was nice, sexy in its effortlessness. Everything about him just came off that way: effortless. He offered her an exchange of liberties and she laughed.
"One condition. You have to actually get in the water. No swim, no deal," she grinned and walked slowly backwards deeper into the water.
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 thinks about it, his index finger placed against his bottom lip in thought before pointing it at Caitlin in a quick motion. "How about you come out here?" He smiles and places himself down in the sand, kicking a boot out forward as he does so, causing sand to fly out ahead of it. He leans over to Caitlin's pile of stuff and grabs her boots, placing them down in front of him. "Look, I even got you something to put on." He teases with a glorious grin. The little devil sits between the shoreline and Caitlin's clothes. He leans forward placing his elbows on his knee caps, locking his fingers together. "I know you like the feel of my nails on your bare skin. Let them explore places they've yet to go."