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
"Speaking of gliding," he said, looking away as if he could sense a growing discomfort. Instead he stared out the window. Breaks in the cloud cover offered a periodic glimpse of the ocean below, sparkling in the moonlight. "Do you remember our first date. You took me out in the flying machine. I don't think I've ever been that nervous. Well, not about flying. And then, of course, Sveden had to interrupt. Seems to be our thing," he grinned, "being interrupted."
After that there was silence as gears turned in his head, changing course. This approach, was all wrong. "You know, I still have the wing suits I used to take this ship. You ever wonder what it's like to actually soar like a bird?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 26, 2016 20:42:56 GMT
She blanched of the idea of herself inside some kind of human contraption attempting to fly. It sounded like suicide in the most sadistic way. "I, I can't say I have, no..." She preferred bigger machines, ones that were too big and too grand for her to destroy on her own. Something she could experience like a flea on a dog, rocketing miles and miles this way and that - unnoticed as they hitched along.
She put the drink down and sat. "I'm not like you like that. We have lots in common Skye, but our speciation isn't one of them. I was never meant to fly. Not as an Ander, and not as a human. There are things I can do... I can bring the dead back to life if I needed to, but flying isn't within my reach."
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 he wasn't going to let that stop him from at least showing her the device that Mingo's had built for him. He had three in total, but the one that had been built for Thrak might be a bit too large. "Never say never, my dear," he said, bringing the contraption over to where she was sitting.
"The best explanation I can give for how it works, is that it turns the wearer into a big kite. There's excess material between the arms and legs that catch the air and allow for gliding. It's not so much flying as it is controlled falling. In that sense it's like the glider we used on our first outing. Nothing you can possibly break, but I understand if the idea is a bit daunting." He gave her a wink and moved to put it back in the closet. Maybe she'd change her mind, maybe she wouldn't.
"You should have seen Thrak flying one. The man crashed right through one of the windows on the side of the ship. Gave us one hell of a distraction to work with."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 9, 2016 14:12:00 GMT
She gave it a suspicious gaze, not fully sold on the idea of trusting technology not to kill her as she free falls from the sky. Like a cat giving the death gaze to a bath their human companion had staged for them. "I'll think on it," she offered as a compromise. When he said Thrak had tried one her eyes bugged out a little, "No?!...." She gasped in disbelief, but even still, at least Thrak was human. A very large human. One she couldn't imagine sky diving, but could some how picture sky-crashing through a window
"That I wish I had been present to see," She confessed with a little laughter.
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
"Indeed, Lorraine worked with him quite a bit before the final jump. We came down expecting to have to rescue him, but from what we saw, the guards couldn't believe he'd purposely crashed into the ship. The way he talks seems to make people underestimate him. It's both an advantage and a disadvantage."
He returned to the closet to hang the suit back up and moved to get a refill, offering to freshen Cait's glass as well. "When it comes to machines, however, the man is as natural as you are with a sword. I couldn't make heads or tails of this ships Tesla drive. Without him we'd still be sitting in the EIRAL dock cursing the ship for not moving." he laughed.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 14, 2016 5:15:12 GMT
She visibly relaxed more when she saw him put the contraptions away. Something about it unnerved her and it was less stressful to not think about them right now. The fact that her newest recruits (Thrak, Lorraine, and Skye) were getting on so well pleased in her a very prideful way. Her team. they were hers, and she was theirs and if they could get along, then they could accomplish great things.
"I'm glad to hear it," she replied honestly. "And I'm glad you three made it back in one piece, along with the ship, of course. But honestly, I'm most proud that you were able to regain your strength and to take command without fear," Or if there had been fear, he hadn't let it stop him and that was equally as important.
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 moved back to the decanter and poured another glass before moving to take a seat next to Caitlin, "Well I had a lot of help getting back on my feet. One woman in particular, she just wouldn't let up, kept pushing me. The Audacity, "he chuckled and took another sip of his drink. His recovery had been the hardest thing he'd possibly ever done on a physical level. If not for Cait he'd probably never have made it back on his feet, let alone to any fighting state. Of course, his romantic interest in her had helped as well. Good thing she hadn't told him about Levi until later.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 10, 2016 19:35:34 GMT
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmellow 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.
They couldn't hide forever, but she wouldn't spit in the face of a desperate reprieve from herself. "Sometimes I wish I could be anyone else but me." She sighed. She shouldn't have said it, it was childish and pointless, and would raise more stressful questions, but she hoped her present company wouldn't make her feel bad for wanting to escape. He was a guild leader once... maybe he could understand the fantasy of forgetting who you were and wanting to leave it all behind.
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
"Familiar words," he replied as he turned to look at her, to really look at her. "It only took me half a lifetime and an eye to realize that the choice had been mine all along." Really he'd been forced into it, but looking back at all the time he spent longing for a different life, he could see now that the only thing stopping him from achieving his personal freedom had been himself.
"Now, old me would have probably said," he cleared his voice and spoke in a gruffer and darker tone, "We all have our places in life, best to accept them." His scowl turned back into a grin and he laughed at his own rather over the top imitation. "The new me would say that you have the power to do as you wish. Hell, we could turn this ship around right now and fly off to some far away land of wonder."
He smiled and placed his free hand atop hers, "All I can say with any certainty is that I'm in love with the person that you are, no matter what form that takes."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 10, 2016 20:05:05 GMT
"Would you have had the strength to make that choice though... if the old you wasn't stripped away against your will first?" No one had reduced her to nothing and locked her away from the world, so she still had reasons to fight for who she was, to live up to who she was... he had been wonderful at who he was and what he did. She looked at him, seeing the old and the new in one moment. She almost wanted to cry because he was so beautiful, he had such a beautiful heart, such a valiant mind. But they had taken everything from him before she had the chance to offer him something else.
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 considered her question carefully as he sipped at his drink. Honestly he wasn't sure. Any number of circumstances could have prompted him to make a change on his own terms. "I don't know." he said plainly, his fingers interlocking with hers, if she let him. "There was a time when I might have said, absolutely nothing would deter me from my duty. But given what I know know. If I had found out the military and specifically Alistair had been behind the murder of my family. That certainly would have swayed my allegiance. Or if I found out a certain someone was actually the Queen of the Rogues. Ultimately, looking back on the past and wondering if things could be different is like jumping off a cliff and then wishing you were back at the top."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 10, 2016 20:34:17 GMT
"The brotherhood of Rogues didn't kill my mother..." She said, but that did remind her of one thing, and she pulled her hand from his. He had known... once. About her being the queen of rogues, and he tried to arrest her for it - over her mothers dead body to boot. But she stole the memory from him to secure her escape. Even knowing now what he forgot he knew then, he had not chosen her over his duties. It made him a good leader. To defend the people depending on him, before attending to the wants of his heart. She could admire that. "And you're right.... its hard to know what we might have done in hindsight..." But she knew, she just didn't think he'd want to have that information back.
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
If he could have read her thoughts, he'd have had a valiant defense against such claims. He'd only met her once prior to that date, and allowed her to get away with stealing a hat, to get away from her father's henchmen. But the only thing he did remember was barging into her mothers room with a drawn sword and then apologizing for thinking Cait was a burglar. He'd been tossed out by the Baron after that. How to make up for thing's he couldn't remember.
"I'm sorry about your mother," he said, thinking that might be the reason she'd pulled her hand away. "I know I made everything worse when I barged in on your last moments with her."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 10, 2016 21:23:01 GMT
"Those weren't my last moments," she said bitterly, looking down at the glass and debating knocking it back in one long swig. "She was already dead before I entered the room. Our last moments were months prior to that night, and we hadn't known they were going to be our last." She looked up at him, not wanting him to feel guilty for defending her home. They'd come a long way since then, and it wasn't right to keep punishing him for something he had little control over.
"And you don't have to apologize Faolan... You were no more the cause than I was. I should have appreciated the fact that you were there, defending my family when I wasn't. I never thanked you for that." She stepped nearer and wrapped her arms around his waist, slowly bringing her head to his chest and pressed her ear over his heart. She gave a gentle squeeze and held on. She probably needed the hug more than he did, but they both could benefit from the motion so she didn't feel the need to refrain. It was certainly more constructive than drowning herself in the drink. The last person she wanted to be was an alcoholic.
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
Faolan had driven himself to drink once upon a time, after the loss of his family, before he'd gona on a revenge killing spree, he'd lost himself in the bottom of a glass. Times had changed all that. He'd cleaned up and pushed himself through the ranks into a job he'd never wanted.
All that was in the past. Blown away like leaves in a storm. Now, he had this ship, this life, and this exquisite woman in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, placing his head against the top of hers, inhaling her scent, feeling her warmth. There was peace here. No words were needed to convey such emotions. He just wished they could stay like this forever and a time.
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