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
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 22, 2014 22:36:00 GMT
"Oh no thank you," She laughed, evading his drenched hug. This was one instant when she'd rather be dry. "I still have to put back on those fancy clothes you know," She excused herself, hoping that would be reason enough not to share the wealth of water he seemed to have accumulated since they began. She side stepped him till he caved, and then waited with curiosity as to what the page said about their performances.
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 shrugged and gave her a wink. "Alright, your loss." he said as he chuckled and walked over to the page, as he did so he took off the tank top and rung it out before slipping it back on again. That done, he pulled the paper from the slot and looked it over. Each hit was annoted by a simple circular punch, while negative points were denoted by an X. She had indeed missed a few targets, but then he'd killed a civilian, so, if he added them up.
"Well, looks like we have a tie Miss Cockfoster," he turned and walked back over, offering her the sheet. "A momento of your time here, I hope it was more enjoyable then my experience." he chuckled. "It seems you are much more than you appear, which just confirms what I already knew. I'm not really interested in the whole haughty type."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 22, 2014 23:58:12 GMT
Should she have dumbed down her performance? She considered it for a second then brushed it off. She had her reasons for knowing how to handle a blade, though her skill and practice was probably giving her tutor more credit than he deserved. Skye removed, wrung out, and redressed in his shirt, flashing her way more eye candy than she had imagined was on him, and that was saying something, considering the opinion she already held of his military honed fitness. "I enjoyed it very much," she confessed and smiled. She meant it in reply to the experience in the play fighting, but it could be applied to the view as well. "And I confess I'm not that interested in the whole 'haughty' type either. Not to say manners aren't a virtue, but, well I'm sure you of all people know what I mean."
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 smiled and nodded, hoping that she had as much say in her future as she thought. Her father was a powerful man, if not one of the most powerful men in Loadan. The thought made him nervous. He didn't think the man would sit idly by and allow things like this to continue. Then there were the other obsticles, things he didn't want to consider. After all, were they really important to him?
"Well," he smiled, moving closer to her until he was inches away, "with manners in mind, I'm finding I'd very much like to kiss you again, if I might have your permission." he winked, speaking very calmly. He had no qualms about just doing it, but he was playing this part, and obviously so. He'd already demonstrated that he could be impulsive.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 1:02:30 GMT
Caitlin was surprised by his question, though his intent was easy to read. He had come within inches of her again, giving off that intimacy vibe. Her blood hummed in her veins as she looked up at him. He was tall too. "uh," she breathed out, hesitating out of guilt for someone else, somewhere far away. But Faolan had already kissed her once, and he was officially courting her - she personally heard the conversation between the man and her father so she knew it to be true. Her gaze went from his eyes to his lips and the word came out quietly, like a delicate question. "Yes?"
Ok, so she was guilty of liking his kiss. But who could blame her when he'd rewritten the meaning of the word in that one impulsive moment on the walk here? If for no other reason but mild curiosity, she wanted to feel that again, and see if it was real or some kind of make believe from her imagination.
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 smiled at her answer, the first time he'd spring the kiss on her, but still, that electricity had been there, that connection when one kiss can set your whole body and soul ablaze. Still, she seemed a bit unsure. Well, if he couldn't change her mind on that front, what was he doing here?
Gently he pressed his right palm against her face, letting his thumb slide gently across her lips before leaning down to kiss her once more not too firm, but not to soft either. It had been quite a while since he'd kissed anyone, but some things don't grow rusty with time.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 2:44:13 GMT
No that wasn't it. It was nice, but - nice wasn't what he'd shown her before this game began. She let her eyes open slowly, not quite meeting his gaze. She didn't know what to say, and in the awkward silence she blushed. "Sorry, you'd think I'd be used to courtship by now, it being my 3rd year unmarried," she stammered. He probably didn't need to know that. Good job Cait, she chastised herself, way to be smooth. She looked at his throat, still not meeting his gaze, and got distracted by the wetness from his recent impromptu shower.
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
Or perhaps some things do get rusty. He wasn't really sure what to do or say for a minute and then realized that she didn't either. "Hey," he said, tilting her head up to look at him, "don't worry about it, that was my fault. It's been a long time since I actually kissed a girl...I guess I was trying to hard that time to impress you, when I should have just done what I did before."
He ran his fingers through her hair, carefull not to alter the way it was pinned up so nicely. He recalled how she'd looked, standing there with the sun and water at her back, the way he felt. His lips turned up at the memory and at how beautiful her eyes were, even here they sparkled. He thought about her slight strip tease, and the way she handled herself on the course, and with all of that feeling flowing inside him, he kissed her again. His mistake had been in trying before, now it was about feeling, that feeling that she was the only woman he truly cared about after all this time in the darkness.
"Now, how about lunch," he grinned like a schoolboy once the kiss had finally broken.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 5:30:46 GMT
He tilted her face to look at him, not letting her hide her disappointment but he was ok with it, admitting his fault. She gave a timid smile at his candidness. He brushed his hand across her hair and just watched her for a moment, making her jittery. When he smiled she felt a lure to close her eyes and they drifted shut as his lips touched hers a third time. There it was. She came up on her tip toes and met the pressure of his kiss with equal return. There was something emotional about it. The physicality was more subdue than what she come to know from Levi, but it was no less intense for its subtly. If anything it was like listening to a faint whisper and focusing harder to understand the words.
When it stopped he was smiling, and made a change of topic before things could get weird again. She blinked and came down on her heels. "oh, uh yes lunch would be great." She smiled in return.
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
"Can't go like this," he said, looking at his sodden clothing. Walking over to the wall where the print out came, he picked up a small phone and tapped on the receiver a few times then waited patiently. "Yes, it's Skye...yes, I find myself in need of a change of clothes....yes, I discovered the water trap, thank you." he hung up the receiver and turned back to Cait. "I'll let you get changed as well." he let his eyes appreciate her form for another moment before he turned and headed out the door to meet his messenger. It didn't take long. His office was just across the quad, and his assistant knew very well where his extra uniforms where.
"Oh, one more thing," he said as his assistant started to head back, "I'll need a guest pass for Caitlin Cockfoster ready at reception." The Assistant just nodded and headed for Barracks again. Skye turned and headed back into the training center, giving Cait a wink before disappearing into one of the side rooms to change. Once he was finished, and glad to be dry again, he gave himself a once over and proceeded back into the other room.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 2:03:55 GMT
Caity giggled a little at his remark and shook her head in agreement. While he went off to collect clothing of his own she redressed in hers. It was a short wait but soon they both were outfitted and passable for a proper meal. He looked sharp, as always and she gave him a smile. "Much better," She approved. "Any place in particular you prefer to go?"
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 offered his arm and smiled, but didn't say where they were going. He lead her from the trainging area and into the lobby of the Barracks proper. He knew it wasn't the first time she'd seen this much of the EIRAL HQ, but she was about to get a more in depth look. A female Lieutenant stood from the desk and snapped a salute as he entered. He returned the gesture and she walked around the desk and handed Cait a badge with a clip on it that read Visitor. "Ma'am, please make sure you wear this at all times." she bowed her head and disappeared again behind the desk. Skye just grinned and lead onward.
They passed through a set of double doors and into the giant main hall of the EIRAL HQ with its intricate brick work, glass skylights, and vaulted ceilings. Staircases ascended from their vantage point, to either side of the doorway, leading to upper floors. Skye smiled and let her take it all in before heading up the staircase on his right, to the second landing. Other EIRAL soldiers moved about the area, some in hushed conversations, but the room seemed to echo any sound to make it seem as if an entire Army was moving through the space.
From the Landing, Skye pushed open a door marked 'Club 40'.
Inside they were greated by a concierge who made some fluttery small talk as he lead them to a table in the back of the room that was ringed with plush padded seats. The table had been set for two, and arrayed in such a manner that even the Baron would have been happy. Once they were seated, and the man departed Skye leaned forward and asked, "Well, what do you think?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 4:04:37 GMT
Caitlin couldn't lie, everything from the backstage pass to club 40 itself was remarkable. She may have talked her way into the foyer of the new barracks once before, but never this deep into the facility as she was now. "I must say, sir, this is incredible. I never imagined something so, beautiful would exist inside the military HQ." Her eyes swam over the decor and everything about it spoke of Lodan-City of Gears prestige. The color schemes, the materials, the decorations everything was beyond imagining. "If the food is as remarkable as the facility I will be absolutely speechless."
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 nodded. He'd felt the same way when he'd come through the doors for the first time. There was a sense of majesty to it all, it was like being in some ornate church. In a sense, they were all cemented under a common cause. "Most people think it's all black and grey in here, like some kind of prison, but this is a home to over a thousand men and women sworn to protect the city. What they need most is a reminder of what they are fighting for, and the comforts of their own type of sanctuary. At the end of the day you need some place private where you can get away from the prying eyes."
He might have said more, but at that point the sommelier came over and poured a glass of Skye's usual red wine, offering them both a taste as he waited approval.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 5:54:37 GMT
Caitlin had been like most people then, believing the army base to be a drab estate with nothing more to offer than duty, codes, and orders. She should have known better. Still she was pleasantly surprised by the unexpected majesty. His description was kind of beautiful and she could almost buy into the guild herself, if not for one particular setback. Caitlin looked down at her arms, hands folded in her lap, and wondered what difference it made what color their blood ran? but of course, she knew the answer even before finishing the question in her mind. The difference in their blood lay in what it could do. Hers could do magic, his could do technology and there was no mixing of the two... well, except for what the witch doctor had done with the two of theirs.
Wine was poured and Caitlin sipped it delicately, smiling her approval with dazzling pearly whites. "Delicious," she complimented sweetly. She turned her gaze back to the man before her and really took him in. Really absorbed the vision of him, in his uniform, the brass of his rank gleaming on his shoulders. She was so self incriminating about her age earlier after the botched kiss, but here was a man who exceeded her in age, strength and poise. He was an action figure, a symbol and whether or not she agreed with what he stood for, she appreciated the way he stood for it.
"I appreciate what you did today, granting me access to the obstacle course, it really is a remarkable thing. All the best tutors in Lodan couldn't compete with a space like that," she praised. "I've had the best training money can buy, but I've not had access to the best facilities which you yourself have. Its no wonder the EIRAL are the police force of the city. With training like that, there could be no body better suited."
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
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