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 watches as Caitlin grabs the blade from it's resting place, watching it with curious eyes as she brought it over to him and began sawing. A serrated edge would help you know. He wrinkles his nose and un-wrinkles it as he tries to scratch it with tied down hands. "You're the one who reacted strange."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 27, 2014 3:33:12 GMT
Caitlin's brows knit low together as she contemplated his accusation. "I have a role to play, Levi, and I haven't let anyone mess with that since the war ended. You're kind of forcing me out of my comfort zone here. This is new water for me," she pointed back and forth between the two of them with the blade. Then seeing the glint of it in her hand, she looked at it strangely. "Didn't Juliet impale herself with such an instrument, after losing her Romeo?"
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 'shrugs', if that's what you'd call it, in the now less-tight rope as Caitlin speaks. "That's a good thing, change never happened because someone stayed how in a place they knew." He smiles as she points the blade between the two, then focuses his brow as she speaks about Juliet and Romeo. "I thought she drank poison?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 27, 2014 3:48:07 GMT
Caitlin shakes her head no. "Uhuh. He drinks poison when he sees her laid out in her coffin, but she's only taken a death-like sleeping potion. After he drinks posion, she wakes, and its too late to undo his mistake, so she borrows a blade, like this, from him and ends herself. Tragically unwise, the pair of them." Caitlin doesn't like the way she was picturing themselves as these iconic figures, so she shakes it off and goes back to cutting the rope. She gets through one bit of it and the rest falls loose. He can untangle himself at that point and step free of the binding.
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
Hmm. "Looks like someone did their reading." He smiles and slides down till his feet touches the floor of the boat. He pushes the rope off of himself and steps out, placing a hand on his face as he looks over at Caitlin. "I feel as if that won't be the last time you have me bounded by ropes." He teases followed by snickering.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 27, 2014 4:03:59 GMT
Caitlin sighs at that, but she's smiling, taking it light heartedly after taking everything else too serious. "Sorry about... that," she says, reaching up to touch his face where she struck him. She hadn't hit him hard, but she'd still hit him and it if he'd ever done it to her she knew she would hate him for it. Her thumb brushes over the spot where her knuckles had grazed his face. "Here, let me kiss it - and make it better," she half whispered. It was something her mother used to say when she was much younger and would get a bump or bruise. Caitlin didn't wait for him to accept, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to the spot. Then, her gaze slowly lifting to his, she went in for another, but on his lips this time. She didn't want bitterness between their last kiss.
"If that's how you treat the men you like, I'm glad you never took a fancy to me," a voice spoke from behind them. Caitlin closed her eyes and just shook her head.
"Lucky for you then," she joked back to her first mate, Juniper, without bothering to look. "Would you mind going ahead of us to the tavern, cover for me till I get there? I offered the crew free drinks and I'm certain every last one of them is already there cashing in." Juniper stared at Levi eye-to-eye past Caits shoulder, but she didn't notice, her back was turned to him and she didn't glance back to see what he was doing. Juniper gave that silent I'm watching you vibe, big brother style.
"As you wish," he answered Cait at last, then excused himself from the ship.
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 with a smile on his face in a it's whatever kind fashion as Kitten brushes his cheek with her hand and mentions about making it feel better. As she kisses his cheek his smile turns into a smirk and he places his hand on her hip, going with the flow as her next kiss means so much more. Or, at least into someone decided to break the moment, but they were on a pirate ship so it was kinda expected. Levi watched the man from the other side of Caitlin, his glare so sharp it could cut diamonds as the two talked between each other. Catboy looks down at blondie and asks in a low voice between the two of them. "He's a sourpuss, ain't he?" He smiles and places a kiss on her forehead before whispering into her ear. "I'll get you back for this."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 27, 2014 4:26:58 GMT
She was glad Juniper was taking this so well, but then again, his sense of calm was the biggest reason he was 2nd in command of her air fleet (Harold of her sea fleet). Levi's remark made Caitlin snicker, though she tried to hide it as the big man left. Then the feline promised to get her back for all this and she felt a shiver run up her spine. Caitlin crooked an eyebrow at him and said "oh really?" But it was Levi, so should she expect anything less?
"Will I enjoy this payback, at least?" She asked him in a conspirator whisper?
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 smiles cheekily with his eyes closed as he shakes his head no. "It depends if you wear frills or not that day." He drags her in closer with his hand on her hip, embracing her as his words come out slow and smooth, "Did somebody have a bad day?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 27, 2014 22:33:16 GMT
Oh right, it had been a long day, just one day too... felt like many. She pressed her lips together, bracing herself for a mental catalog of what all she'd been through. Finally she tossed the stack of memos into the oblivion of her subconscious and shook her head. "I've had worse," was all she wanted to say on that matter. His hand on her hip felt nice, she liked it when he held her this way. Something about it made her feel prettier somehow, wanted. It wouldn't be the same though if it wasn't someone she liked, then she'd just feel gross. Good thing she really liked Levi, considering the constancy with which he embraced her.
"Should we catch up with the rest of the crew, now that you're free from bondage?"
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 offers a half-hearted shrug. "Can't believe you wanna go down and drink. I thought you would've passed out by now." He says, holding the tension close between them. "Do you really want to visit the tavern, or did you just say that to give yourself some time?" Levi smirks at Caitlin, "I know I wouldn't mind people around if I had you tied up."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 29, 2014 2:09:05 GMT
"I don't," she answered when he asked if she really wanted to go down and drink. He held her close still, not letting go. She was bidding time, at war with herself and what path she wanted to take. Her time was limited, and something warned her inside that she wouldn't be able to slip the noose of marriage this time like she had the three years before. So what was it going to be? Play nice with papa and do as he bid? Or... something unexpected? She looked into his eyes and was relieved when he broke the tension with a joke.
"If you had me tied up, this would be a different kind of story," she mused out loud. She had no idea how right that statement may be. She sighed and looked over the edge of the ship. "you can join them though, no sense in staying here and missing all the fun. I'll need to go down eventually; pay my tab and all."
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 slides his hand down her back with his fingers crossing over the waistline to grab a firm hold of the her round backside, with a cheeky grin. He looks down at her, from the small height advantage he has on her and pecks a quick kiss upon her lips. "The only way I'll get drunk tonight is off of your love, Caitlin." He pulls his free hand up towards her face, tracing the line of her facial features with his index finger before brushing away some of her hair. "Today has done a number on you, what say we forget about the tab tonight, and I'll pay it in the morning for 'ya? I'll even let'cha cuddle in real close." His hand slips around her head and gently persuades her to bring her forehead closer, so he can deliver a meaningful kiss to it.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 7, 2015 0:17:12 GMT
She lowered her brows threatening at him when he grabbed her backside, but there was no real threat in her eyes and so no harm no foul. Her skin tingled where Levi's finger traced over her face and brushed aside her hair. She didn't say anything, just leaned into him, her forehead on his til he brought his lips up to kiss it. Finally she sighed and her hard edge evaporated. She really was exhausted. it had been an eventful day.
"Under one condition," she began, putting her hands on his chest and creating enough space to look at him sternly. "I'll let you back to my cabin, so long as you don't get any ideas in that head of yours that have anything to do with removing layers of your clothing or mine. Deal?"
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 down at her and offers her an artificially-perplexed expression. "Are you telling me that you sleep with multiple layers of clothes on? Doesn't that get, well, too hot? Or restrictive?" He places his hands on her hips as hers brace against his chest. He offers a simple shrug, with closed eyes and an understanding curl of his lips. He looks into her eyes for a moment before his misty expression warms up enough to soften into a soft smile. "I'm not sleeping fully clothed, but I can promise you to stop when you say enough is enough." and he can't just leave it at an innocent comment, no, oh no, he has to throw in the extra-wink and cunning grin. He snakes a hand up her body's curves all and down the length of her arm to entwine his fingers with hers. "Shall we go then?" He says as his eyes scour the poor mess of a woman. She's really done herself well.