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 Aug 15, 2016 4:53:04 GMT
Caitlin didn't bother trying to hide the surprise on her face when she heard Skye's reply. It was... unexpected to say the least. but it was also a relief, almost seemed like a reward for her honesty. If she could accept herself, maybe he could accept her too.
Her eyes felt misty, but she didn't cry, she just gave a wane smile and shrugged. "No, I don't suppose you two are." She slid from her perch and walked carefully toward him. His hands were resting at his sides, and she reached for them, trying to slide her own into his grasp."I don't know what will happen. I honestly dont, and pretending I did was what caused this heart ache to begin with. Pretending I could write the story the way I wished it would be was a mistake. I can't force myself to start and stop feeling things when it is convenient to feel them. But if you are willing, I'd rather start over with the truth then to continue an old life built on a lie." She gave a quick squeeze and let go, taking a step back to allow him his space. He deserved it.
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
His words were the truth, but he still felt the pain. There was a deep anxiety building inside him that he still might lose her. How was this even a contest. Other than being thrown into a prison, Skye had been here for here the whole time, and Levi got to run away and then just show up and have a party with little explanation. The jealousy was there, but he tried to push it back down to where it belonged.
He tried to relax as she took his hands, and her words were warm and somehow comforting, yet there was no decision in her words. Start over? But as what? Well, he could only go so far as to control himself. He couldn't control her, and he certainly didn't own her soul. The only thing he could do was try to earn it, day by day, moment by moment.
"If we are starting over with the truth then," he began with a step towards her, a smile curling back to his lips, "how about we start with the truth you showed me when you first entered this room, and I can start with one of my own. I need you desperately."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 15, 2016 5:47:00 GMT
"Oh," her face tinted just a touch. "That?" She backed away from him as the glimmer returned to her eyes. "That was my way of introducing myself. This is me. Caitlin, the pirate, the princess, the blackblooded demon all in one..." the more he walked toward her the more she backed up, but it wasn't from fear or distrust, it was from the excitement in his eyes and the way it warmed her inside and out. "how do you do?" She went on with the charade.
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
His smile returned at the playfulness he suddenly saw in her. It was something new, and the warmness washed over him as well. He felt the fear and anxiety slipping away, as the moment took over. For the moment they were together, and that was enough, for now.
"Hi there," he mock bowed as he continued moving closer, backing her towards the large window that surrounded the space. "I'm Skye, The Pirate, the Wanted outlaw, and the battle hardened bloodied soldier." His smile became a grin as she ran out of room to flee and he placed a hand against the glass, just next to her head, so he could lean forward until their lips were barely touching. For once he felt like the dashing rouge he'd been pretending to be. Perhaps that was his truth, he'd always been the rogue. He had a ship, a crew, and before him was a Queen. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he whispered.
Last Edit: Aug 15, 2016 6:00:40 GMT by Faolan Skye
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 15, 2016 6:40:23 GMT
"A Pirate!" She gasped playfully, he went on. "A Wanted outlaw!? Wanted, by who?" She continued to tease. He backed her all the way up to the glass with the last one. A battle hardened and bloodied soldier. She exhaled heavily. "There is no denying that much," she conceded. He barely brushed his lips across hers before falling naturally into a roguish smile she swore she'd never seen on his face before.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he whispered.
"Likewise, captain," she replied honestly. It really was like meeting someone new. She smiled again, mostly at her own thoughts. New, but familiar. Or else he wouldn't be standing this close to her. She reached up and adjusted the lapels of his jacket, not that they needed tweaked, but she found the gesture comforting and so she continued without questioning it.
"Would the captain give this ander-girl a tour of his prized vessel?" She asked nicely.
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
"Are you sure?" he said, moving back just slightly and using his free hand to grasp hers gently. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it softly, "There's so much to see right here, and the view is just so beautiful." He concluded with a little play on words, although there were more comfortable sections of the ship so perhaps they could conclude such a tour in his private quarters.
"Although, as this simple girl is also my Queen," he winked and pushed off the glass window, still holding her hand, "I suppose I must do as she commands."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 15, 2016 7:02:26 GMT
He was right, the view from here was incredible, all milky white clouds, whipped up like buttered cream and floating past the ship at their own lazy pace. It was a three-dimensional painting of heaven. But after a while she suspected the clouds would start to blend together and all look alike. This was her first time on an EIRAL war ship, she wanted to know what they'd stolen.
He took her hand, made another small tease and led them along on this exclusive tour. She kept her hand in his, happy in the moment, happy with herself, happy with him. But mostly happy because she felt like she'd come clean. She had owned who she was, doubts flaws and all, and he'd allowed her to be who she was without accusation. Maybe later she could try the same thing with Levi - tell him exactly who she was and wasn't and see how that worked out in the long run. It certainly beat living in the pit of her stomach, retching on bile and self-loathing.
"I love the make over by the way, all this dark and eerie paint is absolutely wicked. It will make the crew feel right at home."
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
"I had very little to say in the overall changes, I'm far from an engineer," he proclaimed as he led her through the various decks of the ship. "You have some very talented people working for you. Though I suppose that's a must when you have a fleet that needs repairs on a regular basis."
The tour itself included most of the accessible areas of the ship, there were gunners gangways where panels of glass moved aside to reveal cannons, crew quarters that included some cramped bunk space, and a moderate galley where hot meals could be prepared. The only difference between the other ships of the BoR fleet and this one was the lack of an open deck. The ship connected directly to the balloon on top and her engines jutted out from the sides. All areas were enclosed save the docking gangway at the bottom of the ship. There was even an observation room at the lower fore of the ship which boasted some mapping equipment and telescopes for detecting objects on the ground. If needed, the ship could function as a bomber, but as she was a modified courier ship, it wasn't her usual function. Of course Skye pointed out all of this as they walked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze on occasion.
The final stop of their tour, was at the very top spike of the ship, which formed into an almost unicorn like horn at the fore of the ship. With windows on both sides, it gave a splendid view. Inside the room was a moderate metalic desk scattered with books and charts, a queen sized bed covered with dark sheets, and a small bar filled with Skye's favorite drinks, though mostly just varying degrees of whiskey.
"So, what do you think of your latest prize," he said, closing the door behind him and leaning against it like she had on the bridge.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 15, 2016 7:48:25 GMT
"Impressive," and it was. Not only was it an impressive asset, it was a piece of art. Very different from commercial ships, even her own cargo cruisers and destroyers, this vessel had a very modern style to it, all the bells and whistles and clever mechanics of human technology at its finest. Which reminded her...
"I"m glad we didn't fall out of the sky when I broke that equipment on the bridge." with her butt. The equipment she sat on and it went haywire under the console paneling. She laughed at the thought, them in their heated moment until suddenly - a free falling ship of death and doom. Plop right into the sea!
Her laughing subsided naturally as she looked at him, leaning on the door like a new man. Someone who seemed restored. No, better, someone who seemed like he'd never been broken to begin with. He really was a free man, which just begged the question what what he doing in the army before? It wasn't the right life for him. Of course he'd done well by it, he was everything they wished they could have in their troops, but they weren't everything that he wished to have in his life.
She hoped he'd be happy here, among thieves and cheats and liars and... and a brother hood of miscreants that knew what they were and had somehow developed a culture of their own where they could make it work. Theyre weren't hard and fast laws in the BoR... but there was an unspoken understanding, a bond among their own where they knew who needed what more than the next and they had their own kind of honor. It wasn't fair, but it was just.
"I'm glad my talented guildmates have pleased you," she commented gently. It meant more to her than the words themselves that he was comfortable among her people.
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
"Well, that's why we avoided the engineering section," he winked at her comment about taking the ship down. Really, even if they broke something there the worst they could do was strand the ship in the sky. Short of shooting a large hole in the balloon above, the ship was solid. Though his engineer was likely to give him an earful over having broken one of the bridge control stations. It was worth it.
"My guildmates are certainly a pleasure to work with," save levi, "but it's their Queen that pleases me more." He just hoped she'd move closer to him as he stood there blocking the exit. Mentally he tried to will something to happen. "I remember telling you once, that a person would be lucky to choose the life they wanted to live. I didn't think it was possible that I'd ever be able to do such a thing. Though I chose to join the Brotherhood for all the wrong reasons, these past few months have given me clarity. This is where I belong. I feel a freedom here to be true to myself, and whether we're together or not, I am happy here. Though I'd obviously prefer the former."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 17, 2016 10:28:22 GMT
She was so used to avoiding the engine rooms that it hadn't even crossed her mind, but now that he mentioned it, she laughed. "Wise decision," she affirmed. He stayed at the door as he continued to speak, and she wondered if perhaps he was doing it to ease any worries she might have at being in a room alone with him. Not just any room... the captains cabin, and it certainly rivaled her own. Windows on BOTH sides, and what a gorgeous view it was. She noted the miniature bar and invited herself to it. "You know, you can usually tell what kind of rogue you're dealing with based on their flavor of drink," she said conversationally as she shifted through his stash. A smile slowly spread across her face and she looked up at him with a knowing glance. "I see..." a telltale tone to her voice. She grabbed two glasses from the drawer and one of his bottles of whiskey. After pouring a generous shot for each of them, she stoppered the bottle and carried the drinks to the door. After placing one in his hand, she tapped a finger on the glass and whispered. "Do you want to know what kind of rogue lives here?"
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
Skye raised an eyebrow as she comment on his drink selections in a somewhat telling voice. She was teasing, of course, but her comment piqued his interest. He pushed himself away from the door to take the offered glass from her hand. No sense standing there holding up the bulkhead. Perhaps something would happen, perhaps not. He'd just have to take a cold shower when she left.
"Tell me," he smiled and took a sip from the glass. This should be interesting.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 17, 2016 17:37:04 GMT
He took the bait, and the drink, and she smiled. Casting her eyes down into her own glass she savored the moment. Had they ever been so forthright and honest with each other? She didn't think so, not from the very first day they met. She bet he was drinking whiskey that day too.
"The same kind that lives on my ship," she answered, bringing her gaze back up to his. "cheers," she offered in salute before taking a sip of her own.
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
"Oh? And what kind might that be?" he said softly, taking the bait as he stepped closer. His eyes were locked onto hers. Those sparkling blue gems that whispered of the danger lurking behind the beauty. She was amazing in every respect. He was constantly in awe of her, and he could see that effect on those around him as well. People didn't follow her as Queen because of any chain of command, they followed because they wanted to. They believed in her.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 24, 2016 1:49:07 GMT
"The kind that live by their own rules, in their own world, a layer on top of the present reality - gliding over the world as sky angels. It was in your name all along, I suspect." Her voice had trailed off, slower, quieter, as she spoke. Growing more numb to the game the longer he stared at her like that. She took another sip, her lips parched all of a sudden.
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
Shoutbox
Welcome to the Shoutbox - If You Have Discord, Ask to Join the Discord Server