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
Ikuze accepted his hand back up and briefly dusted herself off, before offering him his rose back. "I'm fine... but you ain't." she said looking up at him. "I saw what you did... trust me, they were just talking. Like you and me are right now. To anyone outside looking though, it'd look like I'm offering you a rose to be my date for the night or something. See what I mean?" asked the thief before she heard the clinking thud of the Ferris Wheel stopping. Her gaze was immediately torn towards the machine, widening at the sight of who was at the top of the ride. "And right now, I think it's time you earned those stripes. You're good with machines yeah?" asked the thief girl, a note of fear and concern in her voice as she pointed towards the stalled machine that held several lives in its thrall.
Rava slowly stud up , she was in her own zone, surprise that people had not approached , but suddenly she seen a violet butterfly , she got up as landed in her hand for a minute before it took to the air again
"I never got to fully know you ..... yet i know you where close to kin , regardless of what we had , its kinda weaird .....to think you left a few months ago .... and yet your worlds still echo in my mind..... of what we both lost because of something silly and needless ... thank you for forgiving me" Rava said to the sky as the butterfly flow high up in the sky as it flowed passed the the wheel , as her eyes seen what look to be .. Oh god its Caitlin! Rava locked on to her " what the hell is going on " she said as she walked over to the wheel.
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Feb 3, 2014 22:56:22 GMT
Will shook his head, stifling a nervous laugh. She had a point, but that didn't change much. When he glanced back to the place he found them...they were gone. Willoughby's imagination ran rampant. Its not like it matters anyway. She'll never see me that way, he thought looking at the rose the blue haired girl held in her hand. It wasn't perfect anymore. It no longer held the same symbolism. Cait was not the rose anymore, he was. Both so delicate with their own imperfections. The rose was covered in dirt, while he in grease.
He almost grabbed it when he heard that dreadful sound. His eyes darted around the festival, trying to find the source. He frowned when he realized it was the Ferris Wheel. With so many lives in danger...Will didn't have to think twice. He barely heard the woman speak about "earning his stripes". Willoughby dashed towards the scene, shrugging off his jacket as he did. He approached the two engineers fighting over the cause of the breakdown.
"Move out the way," he yelled, tossing his jacket and hat at the engineer, "What happened here?" the mechanic asked, pulling his lucky wrench from his pocket.
"I dunno!" the short man with a mustache, spoke, "I was just running it and suddenly everything began to act all strange and it halted!"
Will nodded, biting his lip and rolling up his shirt sleeves. He had an idea of what it was...but he didn't voice his thoughts on the matter though, he just got to work. The man pulled open the panel, observing the damage. It didn't look exactly natural. The gears showed no corrosion, no prior damage. It was as though something ripped it apart. He sighed...he couldn't do much, but he could do enough to get it moving long enough to unload the passengers.
After moments of tinkering away, Will got it moving, but it was slow and stopping it took a lot of effort on his part. He looked towards the tall lanky engineer, "I want you to do exactly what I am," he ordered, showing the worker how to get it moving again, before letting him take over. Will wiped his greasy hands on his jacket, placing it by the controls.
The mechanic then moved towards the entrance to help people get off. He just hoped the other engineer could hold it steady.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 3, 2014 23:58:12 GMT
Caitlin wasn't afraid of heights per say, at least not the length of a Ferris wheel. If she was then the woman never would have mastered the art of flying airships. That aside, she was afraid of falling off a Ferris wheel with a crowd watching and keeping her from double-jumping toward the end of her descent. With so many eyes aimed at the stalled machinery, she couldn't risk attempting to lessen her fall with magic. Even if she could, there was no certain guarantee it would work.
Arms circled her waist and she felt her whole body slide as Faolan pulled her back. When the chair rolled backwards over-correcting it's tilt, Caitlin's hand fell on his chest trying to catch herself. Her fearful eyes flitted to meet his as he pulled her closer and reassured her nothing would happen. Oh God! If anything did happen, anything at all, even a scrape that drew a pinprick of blood, she would be screwed because he was so close to her that it would be practically impossible to hide. Her heart pounded hard and heavy in her chest, each thud against her ribs a painful indication of how dangerous her predicament was. Why had she suggested the Ferris wheel in the first place? Her mind scrambled, unable to formulate a sensible answer to her own question. Instead her thoughts got caught up in the words he was telling her. He was trying to distract her with the memory of sword fighting... and it was working.
She thought of her own blade, and how not that long ago she had been on the ground wishing she had it on her hips so she could give him a proper reason to dislike women. Now he was practically encouraging the idea. She was surprised, though perhaps she shouldn't be given the nature of his work. A nobleman wouldn't be suggesting swordplay as a reasonable pastime for Caitlin. The very idea that someone else could decide that for her left a sour taste in her mouth. Begrudgingly, she allowed herself to appreciate this thing they seemed to have in common with swords and fighting.
The ride shook as the gears fought down below to rotate the circle of baskets. Caitlin stiffened with worry but then their seats shifted down one spot from the very top. She tried to relax and force a nervous smile. "I think I wasted the perfect opportunity to enjoy the view." She told her companion. Inwardly her nerves were still a tangled mess, but at least they were coming around. She couldn't wait to get her feet back on the ground.
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 Danny Ravensdale on Feb 4, 2014 2:46:15 GMT
"Come on... I don't want to be here." Danny turned to leave the area. "Everyone's coming down and it'll be fine. Besides, you promised me a carousel ride." Danny grinned at Stephen as she walked back into the crowd. This was good... but was it Jak? Or was it just an accident? Danny mulled over the issue as she moved through the fair. Jak didn't seem like the kind of person to attack a festival... but how much did she really know about him? "Hey, Stephen? You didn't happen to see a boy, blind in one eye, back there did you?" She looked over her shoulder, the wheels turning in her head plain on her face.
He felt her go almost stiff in his arms, only to relax slightly at his words. Perhaps it was not the ferris wheel she was scared of. But why be scared of him? Most of the highborn girls he'd met or been introduced to had all but thrown themselves at him, mostly seeking the esteem that came from being attached to a man in a powerful position. Boy would they have been disappointed if he'd ever reciprocated the feelings and they'd learned that he neither owned any property nor had a desire to.
Not that he couldn't have had nicer things or even a suite of apartments away from the military barracks. After all, his position entitled him to a certain degree of comfort, but he preferred to be in the trenches, with his men. He couldn't imagine a noble woman born that would accept the accommodations provided for married service men and women. At least, that had been before he'd met Caitlin. Not that he was thinking about marrying her, that would be ridiculous. A woman like that and a man like him. No, he simply meant that she was far from ordinary.
"Depends on the view," he grinned, then his eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said, and implied. Not that he hadn't meant it, but he hadn't meant to say it aloud. "Sorry, that just....I think, now, that I could really use that drink you were talking about earlier. When they get us down from here." he said, letting her go as the awkwardness became almost palpable. His mind was a chaos of contrasting thoughts and ideas. He didn't even know who this woman was, or what she did, and here he was acting like a hormonal teenager on a date at the fair. For all he knew, she'd disappeared from her fathers house the last time to become some kind of blasted sky pirate or assassin. It would explain her friends at the very least. It was a thought among many other thoughts, but there was only one question no matter who she turned out to be, what would he do about it? He had a duty, yes, but if he was going to be completely honest with himself, he had to admit that this little fantasy he'd just concocted was somewhat appealing. After all, it wasn't a path to far from the one he could have ended up on if not for his forced recruitment.
Stephen glanced back at the Ferris Wheel, thinking through all the faces he saw near there. He turned back to her with a frown "....No, I do not recall if I did." Why did she want to know? Did she think someone sabotaged the ride? Why would someone do that. Stephen was not to concerned with that question at the moment. He was more focused on a more pressing matter.
He glanced down then back up at her, his frown deepening "What I would like to know is as to why you are still holding my hand. I am not a child. I do not need to be led around." he grumbled. He was not use to being in such close contact with people. It made him nervous and a little uncomfortable. To be honest though, he did not entirely mind her holding his hand.... What in the name of St. George was wrong with him tonight?!?! Where were all these nasty little mushy feelings bubbling up from?!?! Had someone slipped something in his drink? This could be the only explanation. Maybe he needed a good bash in the head to wake him up. Stephen glanced around, looking for the nearest wall to slam his face into.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 4, 2014 3:40:42 GMT
Danny looked at Stephen with a deadpan expression. "Really? Okay then." She dropped his hand and turned back towards the crowd, quickly threading her way through the crowd. It was almost scary how she could move so quickly through the throng without disturbing anyone. 'Let's see if he can still keep up...' Danny turned and began weaving through the crowd, a grin breaking out on her face. She stopped to stifle a giggle, and then pressed on. Danny brought every skill she had learned about movement to bear in the crowd, and quite nearly vanished. She arrived at her destination in next to no time at all, and decided to wait for Stephen. She found a small table setup near a snack stand, ordered a cup of cider, and sat down to wait.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 4, 2014 3:59:01 GMT
Her eyes mirrored his own as both sets grew round at the implication of his words. Was the Commander... Flirting? With her? Every nuisance she had put him through since the first time they'd crossed paths, the way she rebelled against his alliance with her father to trap her back in her old life, and here he was making a pass at her. No... no it couldn't be...
He backpedaled his words and tried to take it back, but you couldn't un-say something that was already said. He brought up the drinks again, and heat rose to her face at the suspicions swimming in her head. Could her father really be up to another arrangement, so soon after her mothers-
no.
For his sake, she hoped he wouldn't dare. Her eyebrows scrunched low over her eyes as dark thoughts crowded her mind. Focusing on the mental images in her minds eye, she whispered these words to Skye. "Whatever deal my father has made with you Commander Skye, I assure you, it will not be fulfilled if it has anything to do with me. He may own the title, but he does not own me, or my future."
She was brought back to the present by the shift of Faolan's weight as he put some space between their bodies. The cool night air washed over her and she was made suddenly aware of the amount of body heat he had shared with her. She shivered, and fought her instinctual reaction to lean back in for more warmth. The Ferris wheel stuttered again and brought them around some more. They were one basket away from putting their boots back on solid ground.
A familiar voice caught her ear and she turned in her seat to look back.
"Will!" She gasped. He was standing on the platform, giving people guidance, and ushering them off the ride. Caitlin sat forward again, scanning the crowd for Ikuze whom she'd last seen with the Merchanics guild leader. Not finding her, she turned back to her companion, the momentary ease they had before lost behind a veil of distrust. "Thank you very much for the ride, Commander, I had a lovely time," she said with every ounce of lady-like poise she was raised to exude. She even smiled like she meant it, only her eyes resisted the lie.
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
Danny didn't have to wait long. Stephen was only surprised from her sudden increase of speed for a moment. "That girl!" he hissed then took after her. He was a little bit faster than the average human, thanks to his mixed blood. He was in such a hurried rush to catch up with the little she devil that he forgot to hide that fact about himself. He clumsily weaved his way after her, almost running over a girl in a white dress. He side stepped her last minute and gave the brunette a nasty glare "Watch it!" and continued on. Stephen stumbled out of the crowd, finally reaching his destination. He surveyed the surroundings until he spotted her. He stormed up to her furiously "That was uncalled for! You are inhumanly fast for a midget!" he snarled, not to pleased about having been ditched.
Ikuze watched as Will dashed off and began fixing the ferris wheel, getting everyone off to safety including Caitlin. No clue how it broke, but least he can give her that- she thought to herself before she realised that SHE still had the rose in her hand. "Oh fudge... right, gotta get it to him to give to Caitlin then... This'll be a first, reverse-pick-pocketing." she said to herself with a slight chuckle as she made her way through the crowd, drawing closer to the ferris wheel. The thief eyed the crowd and those getting off of the ride and saw that Caitlin was just one stop away from being able to get off herself. So long as he doesn't feel it, I don't give too coppers what the drat crowd thinks. thought the blue haired girl to herself as she went to carefully slide the rose into his back trouser pocket, trying to ensure that he didn't feel it sliding behind his cheeks till the last possible moment. Didn't want her hard work being for naught if he wound up sitting on the drat thing instead of giving it to Caitlin.
Post by Mulven Renehan on Feb 4, 2014 19:47:16 GMT
Mulven was licking his fingers after devouring a funnel cake covered in powder sugar. In front of him a blur zipped by at such speed he couldn't tell what the person looked like. Then in the wake of the first runner came a second, clumsily bumping into a girl dressed in white.
"Watch it!" The man glared back at her and Mulven shook his head, tsk tsking as he walked over to the girl with one hand in his pocket and the other one extended to help the girl back up.
"Need a hand little-sister?" He asked with a side smirk. Not because they were related, but because this tiny little trumpet flower with her white petal dress had a look on her face like pure hellfire and it reminded him of himself... If he were a frail little girl with skinny little arms and short legs. He doubted she could do much damage even if she tried.
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Feb 4, 2014 19:47:51 GMT
Tavers beamed with pride and happiness as more and more people left the Ferris wheel safely. He liked saving lives. The look of relief on their faces when they reached out and grasped his hand, knowing that they were finally safe, was a drug to him. He could not help, but to help someone. It was just his nature. Saving the day was one of the many perks of the job. One woman, with tears running down her cheeks, even threw her arms around his neck, thanking him repeatedly. She treated him as though he was her savior. He liked that too...the being wanted and appreciated thing.
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out his name. He looked left and right, trying to find the source. It wasn't until he dared to look up that he saw that golden blonde hair. An involuntary grin crept upon his face. There she was, trapped on this Ferris wheel. Will was so happy that she was alright...but he wasn't happy with who she was sharing her company with. Maybe the blue haired girl was wrong. Maybe it was exactly what it seemed. Will tore his eyes away from her, trying to hide his frustration, and frowned. He didn't want to be made a fool, yet everywhere he turned...he was constantly proved to be one.
As the military man and Cait's basket approached him, he felt something touch his bottom. He wasn't quite sure what it was, until he reached around and found his rose. A faint smile appeared as his calloused hand held the delicate flower... He wouldn't give up so easily. The over glorified policeman had nothing on him. Heck, he just saved a Ferris Wheel full of people, while he sat on his arse! That smile grew ten times as large as he came face to face with her.
He extended his other hand out to her, palm up, "Cait," he spoke softly, as though her name was the most precious word in his vocabulary. He then pulled the slightly damaged flower out from his back pocket and held it out towards her, "Enjoying the Festival?" the mechanic added, trying not to laugh at the situation.
"Deal?!" He said back with a bit of shock, before the lift reached the platform where a certain mechanic was pulling people off. He ignored the man for now, though shortly that wouldn't be an option. "You have the wrong idea, if anything your father told me to stay away from you. Very loudly at that, when he found out I pulled a sword on you. Why do you think I now have a PR man following me around and the queen on my behind?" he grumbled, wondering if Quinn had come to yet. "I just...it's been some time since I found the company of a woman enjoyable, or anyone's company for that matter. I'm sorry that I seem to offend you, or whatever. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night." he bowed his head, feeling as if he'd been stabbed. No, nix that, being stabbed would have hurt less.
Then that was it. Caitlin thanked him for the ride, like she meant it, but her eyes gave her away. It was always there in the eyes. It made it worse that they were such a lovely shade of blue. Their basket came to a stop, and there was the head of Mingo's Mechanics standing there offering Caitlin a rose. Anything else that was said was lost on him. Of course there was someone else. Someone more charming or more dashing. He chastised himself for daring to think that they could even be friends, let alone something more than that, but that damned ferris wheel. As Caitlin was going to do before, he made a bee line towards the nearest bar, ripping off the cape, and not caring that he looked like a fool. For once his outer appearance matched his inner feelings.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 4, 2014 22:37:14 GMT
Danny downed the last of her cider and grinned at Stephen. "You said you could keep up." Danny shrugged her shoulders. "Anyways, let's ride that carousel you promised. Hmmmm... That one!" Danny very nearly glowed with excitement as she pointed at one of the seats. It was a two person bench with gilded leaves painted onto its white sides. A hardened steel strip was curled around the top to look like a red ribbon, and bits of wood were secured to the base of the bench to look like pink flower petals. The seat was just barely big enough to fit two people if they sat close together. "Come on! That one! Danny hopped up and started tugging Stephen towards the ride.
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