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 Sept 30, 2017 17:13:31 GMT
RP open to Dakota Cicatrice et al! Caitlin had been quiet mostly, since the Inventors Fair. She was adrift, listless without direction on placid seas. She was getting no where fast and she had no idea where she wanted to get to. It was perplexing. Had she lost her motive? Her drive? Had she lost her will to live?--- well no, not that last one. but life seemed colorless of late, and she couldn't figure out how or when it had become so drab.
She exited the gates of her fathers manor, walking aimlessly through the central square. In no great hurry, she dragged her feet past her neighbors, and their neighbors, lost in thought until she tripped over something in front of the Cicatrice property, not that she knew who the owners were personally. Not yet anyway.
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
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Oct 3, 2017 7:58:33 GMT
For Dakota, life had been strange lately. Within the span of one night, he has been inducted into a guild of assassins, and not really given a choice in the matter. Either way he didn't really care, although it meant that his income would more than likely take a hit, now that he had to confine himself to the criminals that the guild allowed him, as opposed to his commission. It was all very fast and in many respects, quite annoying.
He decided he needed to just take it in. Stepping outside into the cool day's air, he decided he would take a walk through town and contemplate his life and actions going forward. As he began to exit his property, he noticed a thin girl trip over one of the stones outside of his home. The girl looked quite familiar to Dakota but he couldn't quite place it. "Are you okay there?" asked Dakota as he walked towards her, partially out of concern, partially out of obligation.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 6, 2017 14:42:51 GMT
"I...uh, yes thank you, I wasn't really paying attention to...." she looked up and her words slowed as she took in the stranger. "where I was going." she finished gently. It wasn't uncommon for men to have long hair, but this gentleman's hair was an exaggeration of the norm, but not in a bad way. Not only was there a lot of it, but it was a striking white-blond color. She gave a tiny bob of a curtsey and introduced herself. "I'm Caitlin, Marquel Cockfoster's daughter. I live just around the corner," she explained, looking back over her shoulder as if to indicate which direction. "Do you live here?" She hadn't seen him before.
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
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Oct 8, 2017 8:48:20 GMT
Dakota smirked at the girls bumbling. He looked her up and down, she was dressed very properly, clearly a noble. Luckily for her, she was not one of his many outstanding contracts. He listened to her introduction. Cockfoster. A name he had known, but not for any particular reason. "Yes indeed. This is my home." answered Dakota plainly. "I apologize for the stones outside here, I trip on them quite often myself. Considering I always walk barefoot, it's quite painful when I do." said Dakota as he looked down to his feet, small bruises and cuts among the sides of them.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 8, 2017 22:21:02 GMT
Looking down at his shockingly bare feet, it triggered the fraction of a memory in her, and she thought for just a moment, that maybe this wasn't the first time they had crossed paths. But if that were true, then when and where else had she seen him before? No answers surfaced and she had to make due with meeting him now as if for the first time.
"Perhaps the city will get around to correcting them sometime soon, one could only hope," she responded as politely. She didn't remark on his bare feet considering that might be rude. "Have you lived her long?" On that matter she felt it was safe to pry.
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
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Oct 9, 2017 7:03:32 GMT
"Indeed it would." agreed Dakota blankly. He looked back up from his feet to the girl. She seemed strikingly familiar, but Dakota could not place it. He thought it would be best to be careful, now that he was affiliated with a guild, he couldn't really afford to throw out his name or information to people, least of all a noble, who would likely turn him in if she knew who he was. Nevertheless she seemed modest for now and he had no reason to lie. "Not an incredibly long time. My job has been paying quite well recently, and I was able to afford this home. How about you Caitlin?" asked Dakota.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 10, 2017 18:08:23 GMT
not to say she didn't know anything about earning her coin (though she had often stollen it, so it was hard to say what did and did not count), as the baroness she couldn't claim to understand. Not in the current circumstances. Instead she blushed a modest amount and replied. "I am abashed to say, I was born into my wealth and cannot claim to have done anything quite so successful as purchasing one of the manors on this block." She smiled appreciatively for his endeavor and offered her hand to shake. "It is a pleasure to meet you, neighbor." She smiled some more. "What trade or business are you in?"
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
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Oct 12, 2017 6:51:43 GMT
"Pleasure to meet you as well." replied Dakota. Obviously with a baroness for her father, she hadn't had to earn her money. Still he appreciated the compliment and extended his to shake the girls hand as well. The question she asked was difficult to answer but not impossible. Dakota was not a fantastic liar, but if he alluded to it or answered honestly he'd have no problem pulling it off. "I am merely.....an artist." replied Dakota blankly. "Do you have a job?" he asked attempting to move the conversation off of his activities.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 13, 2017 1:34:28 GMT
"Oh! What is you're sur name? I wonder if I've heard of or seen any of your work," she asked gleefully. It was fun to test her own education in the arts, especially modern arts which were ever evolving. As for whether or not she worked... under the table? yes, but above board.... "No, I do not have a job sad to say. It is unseemly for a woman in my position to take up work beyond assisting my father with the estates."
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
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Oct 16, 2017 5:28:36 GMT
Dakota had to take a moment to debate in his head. Surely the girl would know his name, if she had any knowledge of crimes that had been committed against the wealthier families of Lodan. On the other hand, she was more than likely sheltered from all of the conflict by her father, and truth be told, he didn't really fear the nobles. They were powerless to him, nothing more than just another person. "My name is Dakota Cicatrice. Although it is quite unlikely that you have heard of my work. I'm much more specialized than most of my fellow craftsman." said Dakota with a smirk.
He wasn't shocked to here she didn't have a job. She was more than likely nothing more than a pampered noble girl. What he was intrigued by, was that she was out, with nobody else to protect her. Now that was interesting. Maybe she was too dim to think of it, maybe she just trusted the area, or maybe, she could protect herself. Dakota reasoned this unlikely, she didn't seem much the type. "If I may ask, what is a girl of your stature doing out and about in the city alone?" asked Dakota.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 16, 2017 12:40:44 GMT
She mulled over the name, wanting to recognize it, but for the moment it was unfamiliar to her. She frowned as she wracked her brain but his next question pulled her attention and she hesitated to reply at first, clearly caught off guard.
"I... well, this isn't exactly the city now.... We're only in the Central Square. Surely that's safe enough?" She never really thought about being out and about on her own, it was such a habit. Sure, one that had caused plenty of gossip about her among the other nobel women who will talk till their tongues fall off.... but really she'd been unrully since her teens and her father had given up restricting her to the house. And the last handmaiden she'd had had been a lie (Ikuze, really, she was her 2nd in command, not a mere maid at all). That lie had to stop when Ikuze was discovered by a wealthy grandfather who perched her up on a pedestal just like Caitlin's. Karma perhaps, for their trickery. who knew.
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
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Oct 19, 2017 3:39:37 GMT
Dakota smirked for a moment. She had been caught off guard. Was she hiding something? More than likely, but what? It could be a large range of things. She could be out without her father's permission, or maybe it was something larger. Either way, Dakota was intrigued. "I suppose, It's merely just....unique to see a girl of such high stature with nobody else, out and about the city." remarked Dakota. "What brings you out today?" asked Dakota, still intrigued at this girl.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 19, 2017 18:17:27 GMT
Hm... stick around and he was likely to see her wandering off on her own quite a bit. But she didn't feel the need to say as much out loud. "Cabin fever I'm afraid. I got tired of sitting around at home, so I thought I'd go out for some fresh air and a nice walk. I was wearing a hole in the carpet at home." Pacing. She did a lot of that. even now her hands fidgeted with the iron gates of his estate, just so that some part of her was still actively moving. She had to pull her thoughts out of intrinsically evaluating herself and remember that he could be put to the same scrutiny. "How about yourself, sir, why are you out and about? I'm not delaying you am I?" She asked. After all, her tripping in front of his gate was the only reason the two of them had come this intersection.
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
Post by Dakota Cicatrice on Oct 21, 2017 17:00:49 GMT
Cabin Fever? Not an unlikely cause. Dakota would attempt to remain suspicious, but a girl attempting to get some fresh air, especially one who may be trapped in often, made sense. "That's fair enough, I suppose." said Dakota. "I'm currently dealing with a fair bit of stress, so I thought it best to take a walk, and feel the fresh air. It helps me think clearly." answered Dakota.
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 22, 2017 17:56:10 GMT
Fair enough indeed. She smiled "Would you like some company on your walk then? Though please do feel welcome to say no if it would be too much of a distraction from your thoughts. I assure you I will not take offense." It was a tried and true practice that moving one's feet helped to remove mental blocks. Why else would people pace?
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
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