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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on May 25, 2016 8:08:34 GMT
Lasair followed the voice and stopped once he came to the doorway, looking at Sayvahn with a sigh of relief. He was casually smoking a cigarette. That was such a normal thing for him to do, it almost surprised the guild leader. Yet, Lasair couldn’t find words to speak towards Sayvahn. Questions like “Are you all right?” and “What’s going on?” were at the forefront of his mind. But there were also comments, shorter phrases like “I’m sorry” and “I want to take you to go find help” also knocked at his brain.
But he spoke none of them. Instead, he stayed standing there, regarding the other with concerned eyes and a flat face. What could be said, after everything that has happened? What could even be done at this point? He didn’t know so he didn’t speak. He just stayed standing there, eyes glued to the other man.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 26, 2016 19:28:42 GMT
At least Sayvahn wasn't hiding from them, but Edelweiss alo didn't know what to say at first as she followed Lasair and they both spotted Sayvahn in the kitchen.
Well, the man sure looked composed. Had that report before not came from Jasper and holding a bloodied blade as proof and collateral, she'd have questioned its accuracy. That being said, it did came from the lad and envelopping the blade anyway, so she couldn't question it. Where to even start anyway... She might have commented about Sayvahn's smoking habits if they still were in her apartment, but the Feline had the right to do as he pleased while in his own home.
"Should I wait in the living room and let you two have a talk in private? Or would you rather I stay?" She had her own questions, of course. But they weren't urgent enough that she couldn't give those two some moments of privacy, so whether she stays through the whole thing or waits for her 'turn' was up to them.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Lasair’s eyes lingered on him, caught, blending with the haziness of the smoke as Savyahn turned away to dab the ashes on the ground. After all, this place, this home, had become nothing but a dumping ground in the end. The feline could guess what lingered on the fox’s mind. Could see the questioning on his face, making that scar that lined his cheek dance ever so softly in the light that trembled from the window as leaves danced. Why do you look so normal, Lasair seemed to question, and the thought, it made Sayvahn grunt, chuckle even. This was his normal— blood and smoke and all. And then, Edelweiss. It was only fitting that the Crimson Angel stood by Lasair’s side, both, concerned, confused even. Yet she, she was still beautiful, no, both of them so beautiful in their grace grace. But Lasair, his grace was stolen by concern, by confusion, by distress. “Lasair is to decide that.” The barber spoke, tapping his cigarette a bit more before bringing it to his lips. “He’s the only one that can, after all.” It was the fox’s decision to run the first time. And it would be his decision to face this alone, or with someone. Sayvahn never had a choice when it came the man. At least, not as far as this was concerned.
“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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 3, 2016 3:00:32 GMT
“I’ll meet up with you later then, Edelweiss. Thank you for the help,” Lasair said after a moment of thought. He then took a few steps towards Sayvahn and leaned against the wall (or counter, if that’s more appropriate) and looked him over slowly. At first he wasn’t going to speak up, instead letting the other break the silence after the footsteps from Edel faded. But he changed his mind then, and spoke up. “If I did something unforgivable…sound familiar?” he almost chuckled dryly as he thought back on it. But this was no laughing matter, at least not right now, not anymore.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 3, 2016 7:10:04 GMT
That was her cue to leave, and so she did, simple as that. Just give the two of them a nod and move back to the living room to wait until they finish having their talk away from prying ears. She thought she could remember seeing a couch when first entering the house, even if not in the best of conditions. Even if not, the floor would work well enough as a waiting seat.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Seeing Edelweiss leave would have been bitter sweet if it wasn’t for Lasair’s stance— those eyes that silently judged, looking for a flaw in the feline’s relaxed pose. It wouldn’t take the fox long to find something amiss. After all, Sayvahn wasn’t “perfect”— not like Edelweiss. Emerald orbs lowered, fingers, tapping the cigarette with every word of the guild leader, which wasn’t much. He remembered it well, those words, and what they truly meant— what the fox was getting at. Though, there were so many things at this point. Could you forgive me for tampering with your mind, with running away, with being in love with someone else? But that last one— that wasn’t a fault. It just hurt like one.
“How could I forget something that slipped from not only your tongue, but mine? After all, didn’t we ask it together? Or maybe, it was more convenient not to remember the fact that I asked it as well. But alas, maybe I just forgot it’s in your nature to take all the blame.” Pressing the cigarette into the counter, he heard the silent burn, that hiss, as the flame was extinguished against the wooden countertop. It mattered little what stain, what mark it left, since it was just one of many. “Get to the point, Lasair.”
“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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 7, 2016 18:18:05 GMT
He had meant it as a way to start the conversation, but it seemed that Sayvahn was taking it far more deeply than the leader had meant. He sighed, eyes moving off to the side. “I don’t have much to say other than I’m sorry. I’m also worried about you and feel guilty for doing things to worsen your condition. I’d like to take you to see a doctor now, at the very least to treat the wound you carry. I fear a simple spell wouldn’t be enough to remedy it.” There wasn’t really any other way to say what he wanted to, so his flimsy words would have to suffice.
The feline stared at the other, a slight smile crossing his lips. Sorry? That was fine. That was expected. But thinking that this—this pain this hurt, was jut on the fox’s shoulders? How childish did the guild leader believe him to be? “What are you sorry for? Running away? Refusing to talk to me? Because if it you are sorry for me, if you pity me for my condition, I suggest you take back your apology.” Playing with the crushed cigarette, the barber laughed to himself, digging his nails, his claws, into the material. “This isn’t a condition. This is me. And no doctor can fix my wound. Only I can. And you didn’t worsen it, at least, I don’t think you did, or not in the way that you think did.” Stepping forward, Sayvahn at last flicked the remains of that toxin from his fingers, only to approach the other, closing the distance, yet still, space remained between them.
“I’m done with spells. All of them. Don’t blame yourself, don’t hate yourself for your choice.” Looking at the fox, the older man sighed, the urge to touch him, to caress the redhead’s cheek, lingering. “As I don’t hate myself for mine. It was foolish for me to expect you to be able to handle my feelings, that I will admit. You got scared, you didn’t know what to do. I won’t judge you for that. But, I did realize something.” Looking out toward the living room, Sayvahn wondered if he could see it. Any trace of the woman, of a single lock, lost, fallen from her crimson grace. “I realized I can’t compete with her. I’m a man. I’m older, and look at me, Lasair.” Extending his hands, the feline gave a light flourish, but it was forced, ever so strained. “I’m a mess.” The older man held that pose for a moment, holding it, as if to burn the image, to lock the words and his stance into the structure of the house before he straightened, his limbs, seeming so fragile, so delicate as he moved. “My loyalty still lingers with you. I’ll stand by you. But I know you won’t let me be with you. And that—" Eyes lowered and another, fragile smile crossed the feline's lips. "That is fine. ”
“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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 9, 2016 1:24:37 GMT
“She’s not the woman for me. Not now, and perhaps not ever. You’ve jumped to that conclusion Sayvahn, and in doing that, you’ve excluded yourself from feeling certain feelings, enjoying certain parts of life. I’m not going to tell you that you’re wrong I just, I want you to know that it’s not the case. I care for you. Perhaps not the way you care for me, but I still care. And in caring a little, there’s room to care a lot.” He reached his hand out to touch the others, pausing as he saw the arm tense and stiffen up, but there was no flinch or pulling away. He gently took the feline’s hand and lifted it up to his face, pressing the fingers against his cheek.
“You might be a mess, but that doesn’t mean you have to clean yourself up. And if you think you do, well then you don’t have to do it alone.”
Eyes sharpened into a glare as Lasair held out his hand to take Sayvahn’s own. The touch, it was foreign. Familiar, but displaced. Maybe at one point, Sayvahn would have lingered in the touch, would have basked in it. But he knew what Lasair was saying, was expressing. He could feel the other’s pain, yet, part of it— part of it seemed fake. At one point did the line between guild leader and friend cross? At what point did the man no longer love him? Because there had been that kiss. The barber remembered it. Remembered all the light touches. But now, what was this? Lasair, pressing his face into the feline’s hand, as if expecting, wanting things to go back? But they couldn’t. Not like this.
“I haven’t excluded any feelings. You’re the one that has. Don’t you remember? You cast deceit on me. And you say she isn’t the woman for you, but I can see it in your eyes.” And right now, the blue lingered, seeming to ache, to cry, the golden ring, no longer enticing, but more like a chain. I remember the caress of it against my lips, can feel the warm metal, grazing— “And if you truly cared for me.” Sayvahn bit his lip, eyes grazing down. “Then why the hell did you lead me on?” The hand was limp in the others own, but Sayvahn still had one hand left, and he used it to clutch at his own face, to run a hand over his mouth as the older man sighed. There was no point in this. Maybe it was his time to run away. “Lasair, let me go.”
Sayvahn was a mess. He wanted to be cleaned up. But the barber knew that Lasair wouldn’t be the one to do it. In fact, perhaps the redhead would only make it worse. And maybe, he had only been making it worse, this whole time. Eyes lowered once more, and the distant gaze, the distant feeling within Sayvahn’s chest seemed to roar, to carve out his insides. He needed a doctor, and there was only one that he could think of. “I want to be alone.” I want to be away from you.
“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 Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 9, 2016 1:53:16 GMT
Defeat and sadness came to his eyes as he saw the battle was over, the battle to try and help or repair Sayvahn. There was nothing the guild leader could do, especially if he were convinced Lasair’s heart belonged to another.
So be it.
The hand slipped from his grip and Lasair turned his back to the other. “Fine. Leave then.” It took Lasair a split second to remember that this was Sayvahn’s home, so telling him to leave didn’t quite make sense. Before his error could be questioned, he strode forward, walking through the house and out the first exit he could find. Perhaps he would walk past Edelweiss, perhaps not. Either way, he had no reason to linger in the house any longer. This time he wasn’t running away out of his choice. This time it was Sayvahn’s.
Why did the pain have to linger? “Fine. Leave then.” Echoed in the feline’s mind. And part of him was willing to, but the fox fled before Sayvahn could even move. Yet, Lasair had stopped, had waited. So close—close enough to touch, but Sayvahn couldn’t. Something happened and the touch, the desire, had died within him just as Lasair, was unwilling to admit his own fault, his own place in all of this. And then, he ran. Just like he always had. Just this time, Sayvahn had asked for it. You hurt me, Lasair. Don’t you understand that? “I loved you. I really did.” Sayvahn muttered under his breath, eyes lowering to his palm— still tingling as the warmth faded from it, the cold air, erasing any trace of what once was. “But that doesn’t mean anything.” And it never had. Love was for fools. Why couldn’t he get that through his head?
“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 9, 2016 2:40:27 GMT
Edelweiss had taken a seat on the couch, waiting for the two men in the other room solve their pendencies, but the sound of footsteps caught her attention barely a couple minutes later. Lasair walked out the kitchen, and for half a second she wondered if they had changed their minds and would rather she be there and talk to - but that face the redhead man was pulling was hard to mistake. No, that was the very opposite of having a talk. He was leaving. Again? But Sayvahn wasn't giving chase this time. "...Las? What--" What even happened in the past 2 minutes she was not closely watching them? What the heck.
Letting out a sigh, the redhead woman stood up. She could go after Lasair, and probably should. But she had to adress Sayvahn first this time. Jasper could probbly stall Lasair for 2 or 3 minutes at least once he reaches outside... or at least she hoped so while walking towards the kitchen.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 9, 2016 2:54:10 GMT
As soon as Lasair exited the building, a familiar teen appeared in front of him, standing in his way. He recognized the kid from magic lessons and didn’t pay much mind to him. Yet, the tall red-eyed Ander wouldn’t let Lasair walk away that easily.
“What happened? Where’s Edel?” the kid asked with a surprisingly deep voice.
Lasair gestured behind him. “She’s fine, still inside. It was time for me to go, that’s all.” He attempted to walk around him then and continue leaving. He no longer wanted to stay and linger.
There wasn’t much time. Not much time to think, to act. Sayvahn only succeeded in staggering to the wall, breathing, slow, barely there, yet he was already reaching for another cigarette, another form of release, when Edelweiss appeared in the doorframe. He looked at her for a moment, her angelic frame, confused, concerned. She would want to fix this. But there was nothing to fix. “It’s over, Edelweiss. We’re done.”