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
The daggers from the girl did not go unnoticed. Instead, Sayvahn smiled, a sliver of a grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “That is the view of the guild. People learn self defense. We may fight for peace, but we’re not stupid. Or at least, I hope we aren’t. It’s just expected that one has those capabilities before entering the guild, sweetie.” The feline stated, eyes drifting toward Almandine. The hatred of a child was not unknown to Sayvahn. In opposite, it amused him. After all, it seemed that every child he encountered would turn sour against him at some point.
Though, it seemed like the differences between guilds stretched father than philosophies as the Crimson Angel again raised her brow— an action that the feline was beginning to really dislike. Answers were expected— the destination, but it was the journey, the way to those answers that Savyahn was concerned about. And so, Sayvahn rolled his eyes, letting out a light huff as he adjusted himself, crossing his arms in the process.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 11, 2016 20:05:10 GMT
"You contradicted yourself." To say that 'violence is better avoided, even in self-defense', and then implying that he too knew how to defend and would do so if needed be was paradoxal to say the least. Add that to the fact he seemed to have a huge painful crush on their magic teacher and yet was treating the hostage as a little boy, even though the two shouldn't be very far apart in age. It was hard to tell if Almandine truly hated Sayvahn; they barely met at, what, a couple hours ago? It wasn't nearly time enough for a good judgement of character. As of now he definitely was not making it into her likes list, but mostly she simply didn't know what to make of him or his thought process. It didn't make sense in her own.
Edelweiss just let them chat freely and focused her attention on Liam. He seemed to have a particularly low resistance to magic, but she still didn't know how much longer that Deceit spell would last on him. They had to make the most of it while it lasts. The Sveden lad had said the numbers were 'periodic'. Which, in itself, is not a number. "Elaborate please." "Small teams... survey... forest... So infiltrating units won't bump into... beasts before reaching the city." "How often, and how many?" "I don't... know."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Rolling his eyes at Almandine, Sayvahn sighed. “That’s the nature of my guild. One giant contradiction.” Crossing his arms, the feline noticed her stare, and how it didn’t waver. He recognized it, somewhat. A stare of concentration, of dislike. Pinching his brow, the barber shook his head. Apparently he wasn’t good with children after all. That wasn’t anything new— although, he had to admit. It was steadily becoming more of a fact as of late. Sayvahn listened to the interrogation, taking note of the information. Running into shadow beasts was not unheard of. Unpleasant, but not unheard of. Yet, since it wasn’t his specialty with interrogation, he stuck by Almandine, fingers, rolling along his sleeve. “So. Is this a normal picnic for you guys? Fighting bad guys and having Interrogations?” The older man hummed, unsure of what else to do.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 12, 2016 3:41:30 GMT
"Would be normal if he wasn't here." Pearl said, with a bit of a squinty look (but directed at Liam, not Sayvahn). The blond man might not be doing all that well with Almandine, but wasn't doing bad with the others either. Pearl didn't really mind him, and Amber was still set on the assumption that 'he has a pretty dress and let me try it on, so he can't be a bad person'. Ember was normally just unimpressed by people in general, and Jasper didn't like many people to start with - his respective guild leader and roommate being rare exceptions. "The bouncers in the Theater District sometimes catch some bad people, drunkwards and such and people who try to leave without paying and then have to ask some questions. But usually not like this, that's newer, from when the mortars started. Sveden is ruining all the nice things (not only my cakes)."
That being said, there was a limit to the things they could ask of Liam. A Deceit spell could keep him from lying and ommiting the truth, but it would not make him suddenly know info he didn't have access to prior the cast. Whatever he didn't know how to answer would remain unanswered, and the following questions Edelweiss made were all replied with varied manners of 'I don't know'. His usefulness was starting to wear thin. She switched the questions to something that required less gagging from the lad trying (and failing) to keep his tongue at bay. "Liam, do you understand who we are?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Shrugging, Sayvahn nodded. That made sense. Still, the knowledge and insight that the kids offered was a mixture between comforting and disturbing. Comforting, knowing that they wouldn’t be traumatically scared. Disturbing, because it meant that they were used to thigns like this. Really now, what did Edelweiss do in her free time? “One of these days I am going to have to try your cakes Pearl. But, I think I’m going to have to wait a little bit before that can happen.” Straightening, Sayvahn listened to the rest of the interrogation, and how “well” it was going. Which wasn’t well. Nothing was going well. Or maybe it was. It was hard to tell. He was out later then he wanted to— not bad, since he didn’t have a curfew for MI— but distressing somewhat, knowing that his schedule was not being kept. Yet, it seemed that neither was Edelweiss’ schedule. The Crimson Angel was getting tired, or at least, Sayvahn thought she was.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 12, 2016 5:27:35 GMT
"You should try Jade's too. And her pancakes, they're pretty tasty."
".......Yes and no." The sveden eeked out after a short moment of silence. "...God? Am I dead?" Was this why he couldn't lie? Because this crazy glowing evening is afterlife and his life is being judged, and one couldn't lie before God? Heavens, he couldn't remember his last moments alive. How did he die?! "No. To both questions - you're not meeting your maker." Edelweiss sighed. It was turning late and she wished she could take the kids to bed for their needed hours of sleep as they should to stay healthy and grow strong, but passing her own nights awake was not something out of her usual. Sayvahn is partially right in his assessment in that she's tired of asking questions, not out of sleepiness. "You... you glow. I see pairs of floating eyes... kids made of porcelain... something too beautiful to be real. You can't be human." "...The last one isn't wrong." "Am I going to die?"
Raising a brow, Sayvahn leaned against a tree, listening ever so faintly to Pearl’s voice—how it filtered in between the breeze, echoing ever so slightly before the boy’s voice cut it with his own. God? Did the boy think that Edelweiss was God? The guild leader assured him otherwise, but that mattered little. To be honest, the Crimson angel did hold the boy’s life in his hands. Wasn’t that an act of god? Holding one’s life by the edge of a rope, choosing whether to let them live or die? It was either an act of god, or an act of sin— the question was, which one did the angel fall into? The older man laughed at the boy’s presumption. They weren’t human. That was a perk, a curse, a blessing. Eyes that glowed— yes, and fingers nails sharpened into knives, where caresses turn from gentle to deadly in the matter of moments. But that was a thought for another time. “Only if you want to.” He knew the boy didn’t want to— no one wanted to die— but the statement was mainly directed toward Edelweiss, at the red haired beauty, who knew best, after all. Because all you do is fail, all you do is hurt, Damien sung, and the emerald orbed man peered into the shadows, at how the corpse crawled across the ground, hands, entwining into the dirt, as if hell was just trying to pull him back under, but god wouldn’t let it. Yet, what god would put the barber through this? Lowering his eyes, Sayvahn placed more of his weight against the tree, attention, lingering on the angel and the soldier, the soldier that reminded him so much of Corey— his child, his failure, his curse.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 31, 2016 22:18:06 GMT
'Only if you want to.' The sentence seemed to ressonate in the silence, and even the wind stopped for a couple seconds. Liam turned his head to look at Green-Glowy-Eyes (no names were given other than his own, and he had to call them something in his mind) with a look that mixed incredulity and disbelief, and fear. He'd only die if he wanted to? He wasn't suicidal. Yet here he was still, armorless and helpless, tied to a tree. What did that imply? Was something worse than death be done, that might make him wish to die?
Edelweiss watched for a short moment, thinking what would be best to do. It was true that killing this lad while he's defenseless would leave a bitter taste in her mouth, but they couldn't simply let him go and risk him returning to Sveden's army and reporting about them - or even getting captured by EIRAL and telling about then either. He could maybe be used in a hostages exchange if needed be in the future, or keep giving them information or imput, but at the end it became a matter of deciding whether or not it was worth the trouble of keeping him alive and taking him with them, and whether or not he'd be willing to cooperate. "Which one you value more - life or loyalty?" "...I'm not a coward..." "No one said you were." "What... are you?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Those eyes were one of fear—ones that lingered in Sayvahn’s own mind, haunted by the shadows of Corey , and Damien who loomed over the captured soldier, arms around him as if to strangle his neck, or at least try breaking it. “I am loyal.” Sayvahn stated, taking a step forward. “But, I also value my life enough to not to belong to a group that sees me merely as a soldier and not as a person. So, tell me, dear.” Bending down to his height, Sayvahn didn’t dare touch him like he had before— when pain was implemented, and the danger, far too great. No, this time, he brushed his hand against the boy’s cheek, claws, crossing his skin, but never digging in. “Which do you value more? Life.” Lowering his eyes, the glowing slits flickered brighter as the feline forced his aura to appear, the jumping greenish black and purple mass, flickering in his palm, coasting against the blonde’s fingers to at last, the warmth pressed against Liam’s cheek, inching across his skin, as if waiting for the order to scour across the skin, and at last, devour the boy, Damien's laugh, echoing in the crevices of Sayvahn's mind. “…. or loyalty?”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Aug 26, 2016 18:32:33 GMT
Liam stared at the glowing eyes that insisted on meeting his own, and the children's wisps of light seemingly displaced illuminating the foliage. Life or Loyalty, what choice did he even have? He was tied to a freaking tree. A soldier, spirited away by forest faeries, no never be seen again. What a joke. Who would believe it... and yet he did. Nothing here seemed real. Cruel, and cold, and still strangely beautiful. The green glowing eyes keep staring at him, and talking. Then they lowered, and in their place was a glow of purple and dark light. "Fae... Your kind are devilish indeed... Almost." He turned to the redhead woman with his face lowered, seeming torn between looking at her or the soil. The purplish tones on the side of his view made her rose gold wisps look almost soft. "Leannán sí, who smells of forbidden fruit, where do I sign?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Devilish was one of many names gifted upon Sayvahn. At least, when he was young. The memory pulled lightly on his mind, a smile, tinting his features, but was halted as the boy’s eyes drifted to Edelweiss. Taking a step back, the Elder man flourished his hand, the aura, dissipating some, yet the purple still glinted on his fingers, unable to fully disappear. Not until quite a bit of time passed. Indeed. Where would the Crimson Angel take it from here?
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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