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 pulled himself up and kept himself there with his palms on the sheets, his arms pushing him upright. He smiles at her and gets to his feet to throw on his usual get up. "So I get to meet him already? That was quick kitten! Or, maybe real late. It's almost been a year, ya know." He winks at her and beings to put his undergarments on, followed by the outer ware. He starts pulling a sock on as he asks, "What do you think he's here for?" as he slides the cotton up his foot. He sits at the edge of the bed, half dressed with his elbows on his knees, looking up at her.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 6, 2015 1:55:56 GMT
Caitlin was not surprised when he invited himself down to join her and her father. So rather than argue over it, she waited for him to properly dress himself... well "properly" in the sense that he was covered, not in the sense that he was any kind of gentleman. Still, the rugged look he wore so comfortably made the corner of her lips turn up in a smile. Her nerves were a bundled mess in her gut. She wasn't going to let fear own her though, so she took a deep breath and led the way out of the ship.
"Please, whatever you do, let me handle my father," Don't say anything, don't give me away, please... she prayed in her mind. Turning down the ramp, her father was just doubling back down the pier toward the shoreline when he spotted her debarking.
"Caitlin!" He called out and she gave a tight lipped smile and a small bob of a curtsy.
"Father, how strange of you to -"
"Nonsense, let's not waste our time with all that, really." He shrugged off her greeting. Then his eyes took in Levi, head to toe. And summarily dismissed him as another one of his childs 'henchmen' or the sort. He never truly understood what her street gang or group of hooligans were all about. "Time is an issue Caity... and the issue is we dont have much of it. Why didn't you tell me you were seeing the Master Mechanic after your failed engagement with Cohen?" Her cheeks burned red and she stole a glance toward Levi.
"I doubt this is the place to... failed? Father I didn't fail my engagement, the man died."
"Shh!" He shushed her, then glanced around nervously. "I know the man died, the whole of Lodan knows, and now they know that after Cohen there was the Master Mechanic Will, who vanished on a trade route... and now there is this unlucky lot with the High Commander being arrested. Do you know what people are saying about all of this? About you?" He was wringing his handkerchief nervously around one finger and it looked a little too tight for circulation.
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 follows Caitlin down to the dock, his hat tilting just a bit ontop of his head to through a glare over his eyes, though it didn't effect the view of anyone looking under it, considering him being ander in all. He watches the big man, who appears to be Caitlin's father, and picks his teeth with his nail, before flicking whatever it was to the side.
He realizes, he is not the most classy man, and decides, maybe he needs to change it up, so he straightens his pose out some, and holds his hands down to his side, in an effort to appear more approachable and likeable. He waits until the old man is done ranting about Caitlin's failed attempts at getting married, and puts in an offerable, "Oh, well, you see, she was just bringing me to show myself to you. Caitlin has really taken a liking to me, and I've been in the same shoes." He creates a fist to cough lightly into, talking...correctly is hard, but he continues on. "You see, I found her in one of the towns she took a ship too, a town far out from here, in one of the vast lands my father owns!"
He raised an eyebrow disbelievingly at Levi... So very much like an expression Caitlin often made. "Caitlin does not 'take ships' to towns. She visits the docks because she enjoys watching the sun rise and sunset on the water. She's got a touch of artist in her and plans to one day furnish her home with seascape paintings." He replied in a very flat, non-negotiable tone. "Lighting fire to any rumors of her doing otherwise is one of the quickest ways to say goodbye to your association with her."
It was all bull. Caitlin had never painted a seascape or any kind of landscape before in her life. Like any noblewoman, she was raised by tutors in all the fine arts... painting, music, etc. none of them ever stuck, she was useless except for her social talents. She'd received full marks as a hostess. Speaking of socializing, his threat that they would no longer socialize was real. He tugged on his vest in a manly-I-mean-what-I-say kind of way. Caitlin's eyes were round as coins but he wasn't going to back down. "Now see here, Sir, if you are suggesting courting my daughter - I suggest you stick to wearing your own shoes, and having your father bring himself here... on one of his own ships, to negotiate the dowry. Otherwise, otherwise, good day!"
He turned to face Caitlin, tapped his watch meaningfully, and walked off.
Levi gives Caitlin a big ol 'I dunno' kind of shrug, and facial expression to go with it. "I've never done this whole...what did he say? Courting a daughter? I mean, not this way at least. It usually involves skirts and dark rooms." He waves the thoughts away as if someone belched in the air around him. "We're left with a problem though. I haven't seen my father in a long time. Perhaps we hire a few midgets to dress up and put on a show in honor of my father?" Levi gigglesnorts, and holds his hand over his mouth for a moment, snorting is not his favorite thing to do. "You got any ideas, Kitten?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2015 4:20:00 GMT
She heaved a massive sigh, then promptly sat on one of the mooring post on the pier. "Honestly, after that image you've placed in my head... I have none." She cuffed her chin in her palm and turned her head to look at the sea. What would she do? Her father was back on his own mission, a warpath to see her properly wed... and sooner than ever given the increasingly evident curse that was her marriageability.
Her emotions were broken. How could she have felt so many different ways in one day? First to have told him she'd never - besides with the man she married. Then to have gone completely opposite of that statement and to have given him everything, because she loved him and hated fighting it. And now... in the face of her two worlds colliding, the one that involved dashing rogues like him, and the upstanding gentry like her father... she was sick at heart. a lost soul. perhaps even a lost cause. She reached back blindly with her other hand, hoping he would take it, an anchor to her restless sea.
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 steps forward towards Caitlin's post, running his fingers over the back side of her hand so his palm would interlock with it as their fingers entangled. He wraps his arms around her waist and places his chin on her shoulder to playfully nibble at the lobe of her ear, and to softly place a gentle kiss just under it. "We could do what ever body has thought about once, run away! Or even better yet, stage your own death, take on a new appeal in the Brotherhood of Rouges! Who knows princess, we'll figure a way through it." He shrugs and rocks her side to side for a moment. "You know, is there something you'd like to do to get your mind off of it?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 1, 2015 4:13:12 GMT
The fact that she stayed in his arms, out there in the open on the pier was colossal. The baroness had never been an exhibitionist with her relationships, especially given their unanimous nature to fail miserably in the public eye. But for this one moment, she didn't have an iota of stress to spare on the public and what they saw. She leaned back into his arms and sighed, her eyes staring blankly out to sea.
"I've been running away my whole life Levi, that's kinda the point of my secret identity." She gave a weak smile, in spite of herself.
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 exudes his happiness by offering a quick huff of air, smiling, as Caitlin leans into him. He kisses her shoulder and says. "Well, ya' got a secret identity, so you're already a badarse. Why can'tcha pull this'in off? I know how good you are." His fingers squeeze her's lightly, and his stomach turns and attacks itself, feeling all gushy and romantic is not a fond feeling for it.