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 Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 26, 2016 2:17:27 GMT
Edelweiss felt like that smile of his was sadder than if he had actually started crying, and she found herself wondering why. The last time she'd seen Sayvahn wasn't exactly a happy and pleasant moment, and if the fact he was there standing in front of her door surprised her, it also worried her that something else may have happened to him again. Still, he didn't seem as panicked as when he'd asked her to look for Lasair though... "The same as always, I guess." She replied with a small shrug and took a step back from the door, opening some space for the blond man to pass. "Don't you want to come inside?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Jasper’s word echoed in the elder feline’s head, and Sayvahn stared at the Angel, tracing the lines of her face as if searching for any sign of that weariness, of that sadness, and when he found none— Sayvahn didn’t know what else to do, but step inside. “Sorry to be a bother.” But I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to apologize. I want to say so many thing to you but— The only thing he could do was walk inside, and from there, from there, maybe he would find his courage. The words, they weren’t that hard to even confess, but still, pressure, the inevitable of “I put you through hell. I don’t know what to do. I can’t return to MI. I can’t face him.” Was pulling too much on his tongue until at last— “I failed you.” Spilled forth, trickling, the words, caught in the air. That wasn’t what the blonde wanted to say, not all of it. But, it was a start.
“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 26, 2016 3:03:54 GMT
"It's not a bother. Though I wasn't expecting visitors, so you'll have to excuse the mess. It was about time this place saw some cleaning." She'd been working on the windows, to be more specific. Easy to notice with the materials around, though most of the glass surface was nicely washed by now. The books were in order, and the portraits in their respective places too. Some dust always accumulated on them, and around, it was a natural effect of living alone in such a big apartment without any cleaning staff. It required some of her own time to keep the place neat and tidy.
The redhead waited for Sayvahn to enter before closing the door behind him, and guided him to the living room, offering a seat on the couch if he wishes to take it. He was proving to be a quite quiet guest though, which was unexpected which what she knew, or thought she knew, of him. "Pardon?" Mild confusion laced into her voice at his statement. Failed her? "How did you fail me?"
Waving at the possibility of the room being “messy” (for it was far from it), Sayvahn staggered to the couch— unsure of whether to sit, or if he would even be there for that long. After all, nothing promised the older man that they would not erupt in a fight, or a skirmish, or anything. There was too much left for chance. Though, maybe if he did sit down, the feline would at least be rooted. Taking a breath, Sayvahn did root himself, nestling himself into the crook of the chair as the feline nodded. “I didn’t head your warnings— any of them, in fact. I wasn’t patient with Lasair. I was far too thick headed, and because of that, I have lost him, but, I lost him in the worst way— by dragging you along.” The blonde considered stopping, yet the smell of cleaning fluids— the burning sensation that it carried that stung his nose— or perhaps, it was the tears that lingered beneath his eyelids that made him feel so sick, feel so hot? The older man couldn’t tell. “You are Lasair’s friend. No denying that. And even if I was blind in thinking that the two of you were involved further than that, it should not excuse my actions. I ultimately hurt you both, and although I can’t face Lasair, I can at least face you and say, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you, for being rude to you, and ultimately failing you. I can’t look after Lasair. I can’t even look after myself, and it was rude for me to burden you with my troubles when you are not only handling your own, but your guild’s as well.”
“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 26, 2016 3:52:53 GMT
"Well, I figured you were having a pretty terrible day back then. We all have those." Some just have it worse than others. She sighed. "I can't say I wasn't really hurt, but it's good that you realized the implication of your words on your own. I can't hold it against you." And even if she could, she'd probably not want to.
Now when the matter what the part of his comments that were not a direct apology to her... "It's not in my right to judge whether or not you lost him in the manner you wished for him to be yours, but Las - as a person - is still there. He's alive, which is more than can be said of a lot of good people. Please keep that in mind, alright?" Then again, it's not like she could force Sayvahn to still want to befriend Lasair, or even wish to meet him again, for that matter. Just wishful thinking. "That being said, where are you even staying? You said your house felt no longer yours, and I had guessed you were staying at your guild, but if you don't want to see your leader... where will you even live?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Practical. The woman was always practical— and how many times had they met? Not enough to make a solid judgment, yet, Sayvahn couldn’t alter it. No, he felt confident, in fact with his assessment. The woman was wise for her age— and he, he was foolish for his. And then, the conversation stumbled upon the part he was avoiding. Yes, the feline had brought up Lasair, but only because the man was so intertwined with both of their stories. After all, it was what linked them together. “I realize he is there. But I also realize he’s better off if I wasn’t. We both need time, Edelweiss. I think of all people, you recognize that.” Lowering his eyes, the blonde contemplated the rest of her words. “ And with that in mind, I can’t return to my guild. For the past few months, that is where I have stayed. As for my current living arrangements, I’ll figure something out. Perhaps inquire old friends for favors. Yet, the greater concern is finding a job, one that will enable me to change my identity.” Again, fingers twitched, thirsting to feel the rough outer casing of a cigarette. “I’ve evaded paying the dues to my house amongst other things. I don’t have the funds. A person I took care of burned most of my belongings, money, and severely damaged my house. It was easier to run away when I thought I could live at MI. But now I can’t….” Trailing off, Sayvahn pondered what that really meant for him. He hadn’t really considered the implications of his decisions, at least, to this extent. The older man always figured that MI would be his backup— and so he never planned for there to be a backup to his backup. “I can easily change my identity to avoid EIRAL. But, the greater concern is where I can put my talents to, if, anywhere.”
“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 26, 2016 4:26:53 GMT
"A job, huh..." She thought for a moment. Business talk, that was something she could deal with easily, with much more surety and less conflict than any emotion-related topic right then. What an irony. Most people wanted nothing but take a break from work to live their life, and here she was, constantly taking a break from life to enjoy work. Was this how Lasair felt? She could only wonder. "Say, Sayvahn, do you still enjoy dancing?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Although a fool, Sayvahn could tell that the crimson angel was up to something. Furrowing his brow, the feline knew he didn’t have to be cautious around the crimson angel (at least not then) however his instincts spoke otherwise. “I do. Why do you ask?” The older man inquired, leaning forward somewhat.
“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 26, 2016 4:58:46 GMT
"You know my guild operates independing of Sveden's looming presence, right? But we're not fully unaffected by them. Mortar fire in particular is troublesome, and occasionally takes people away, along other factors. Currently, we need a fill in for a male dance instructor in one of the paid classes - besides we're always looking for more female dancers for shows." She counted on her fingers. "You can double as both, plus you need a job while I need workers. Do you follow?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Ah. So that is where she was getting to. Easing somewhat, Sayvahn chuckled as he propped his arm up onto the top of the couch. “I do. The question is, when do I sign the contract?” There was no need for negotiations. Not when Edelweiss knew the full extent of how much he needed the job. The leeway that Sayvahn would normally have when applying for a job was useless against her anyway. As of right then, the best way to appeal to the Crimson Angel was to be loyal and attentive— two things that the feline could at least say he could competently do. And frankly the jobs weren’t that bad. The elder feline performed as a child dancer, up until his teens— so preforming would not bother him in the slightest. And teaching, well, teaching would be a bit more of an issue, but until then— he would deal with it as the time came.
“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 26, 2016 5:23:26 GMT
"Pass by my office at the Main Theater tomorrow, and I'll have something ready for you to sign. Regarding your 'name register' too." The corner of her lips rose in a half-smile. "Though I must warn you, I don't recruit members from other guilds, unless they're doing a full switch. And I'm not fond of the idea of putting my greedy fingers on Lasair's workers either. So for all purposes, you'll be a fill-in contractual dancer - a worker sent from a third party, so to say. That'll in turn double by making your new registers easier to manage. Does that seem reasonable for now?"
Meanwhile that, an absurdly fluffy grey cat trotted its way from another room into where they are, without a care in the world. Stephannie jumped from the floor and climbed the low table, somehow missing the framed picture that remained there, then jumped up again to plop upon the couch's arm and rest there, basking in the warm spot of sunlight coming from the window and outright ignoring the presence of any other living beings in the room.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Other guilds? MI wasn’t even a recognized guild, as far as Sayvahn was concerned. It wasn’t listed, or acknowledged by the known guilds but, well, her reasoning wasn’t too far off, Sayvahn guessed. Though, he never truly thought of switching sides. After all, the blonde may be avoiding Lasair, but the older man wasn’t going to leave him. “It does sound reasonable— far too reasonable in fact for something you thought off on the fly, dearie.” Well, that is what separated leaders from the grunts, the feline supposed. “A third party contract sounds great. I’m not familiar as to what that means, exactly, but anything is better than nothing, so thank you. I owe you a great deal for this.” The older man admitted, eyes, tracing the ground as he spotted a third guest to their conversation— a rather, fluffy, majestic guest. One that hopped onto a table and decided to sit rather close to him, a ray of light, illuminating it’s glorious path. “Edelweiss, I wasn’t aware you had a cat.” The feline hummed, reaching out to pet the like-creature ever so gently, its body, illuminated in a glow of holiness befitting such a creature, yet, his eyes caught to the picture frame, of which, the cat had nearly (but gracefuly) not knocked over. Tilting his head, the edler feline picked up the picture— recognizing some of the CAEsAL children— and of course, Edelweiss, but there were two men in the picture as well. A larger, round looking man who was being hugged by numerous children, and then, a tall fellow— stern, and attractive, with hair of silver. How fascinating. “May I ask, who are the men in this picture?” Sayvahn inquired, tilting the frame toward the angel.
“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 26, 2016 6:53:20 GMT
"I have years of experience on my job." She replied with a weak chuckle to his comment that it was 'too reasonable' for something thought on the spot. It wasn't a lie, even. Ikuze had done plenty of gigs in CAEsAL in the past as well. She was about to respond to his following statements, but then the topic switched to the existence of her cat.
"That's Stephannie. Don't let the grumpy face mislead you, she loves being pampered." Though perhaps the warning wasn't even needed, since Sayvahn was already unceremoniously reaching to pet the fluffier feline (with lowercased F). Stephannie let out a low purring noise and otherwise stayed where she was... and then the topic suddenly shifted again from the cat to the picture, and a small smile formed of Edelweiss' lips at that last inquiry. "The one being hugged on the further right is Wern, interim Leader of Mingos. Jasper and Ember you already know, and the boy with greenish hair streaks is Nephrite. The one on the left is Amon... my sweet rainy day." There was something else in that smile besides the soft fondness. It was up to Sayvahn whether he'd be able to catch it to be what Jasper mentioned or not, though calling it sadness might not be fully accurate. It was something unnamed, that felt emptier than the void and more painful than pain.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Years of experience? That made sense, yet, it made the older man wonder— how long had Edelweisss been a guild leader? It must have been common knowledge, yes, but Sayvahn so rarely interfered with guild gossip, unless, it was rather large. Such as the Mingo’s head disappearing— presumed dead. Newspapers flocked to that story quicker than a crow to a carcass. It had lasted days upon days, if he so recalled, paralleled with stories discussing the new EIRAL general. Regardless, it was an interesting prospect to ponder— how long the angel had had her reign.
“Stephannie hmmm? What a majestic name.” The elder man stated, petting the fluffy child as the Crimson Angel described the faces in the photograph, her voice, faltering somewhat when it came across the name, Amon. Amon. That had been the name in the papers, hadn’t it? Amon. Tinkier of Toys. Leader of Mingo’s. Toyland of Mingo’s dies in gruesome fire, home, ransacked— but those eyes, that faint smile. Her rainy day. She had called him her rainy day. “You loved him, didn't you?” The question ran from lips even before Sayvahn could think upon their meaning. Was this what Jasper was referring to? This sadness— the blonde could see it. Trickling, emanating ever so silently from her action, because that is what Edelweiss was— silent. Keeping emotions locked in herself, yet, the most darkest of pain had a tendency to slip, to escape through the cracks in one’s own being. Sayvahn saw guilt in her eyes. Saw loss, saw loneliness, saw disrepair. “He’s a solid nine, you know. Very attractive. You have good tastes in men.” The ex barber stumbled, sensing somewhat that he had crossed a line, one that was very fragile and should be thought out, rather than trampled, yet here was, trampling upon it more. Oh dear. He should really be more mindful around his future employer.
“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 26, 2016 19:14:08 GMT
"She was named after a friend, because they're ridiculously alike." The redhead snickered at Sayvahn's comment that Stephannie's name was "majestic". It would be a lie if she said the thought of Stephen hearing that didn't amuse her to no end. "He'd be happy to know your opinion."
Then the talk went back to being about the framed picture, and the people in it. "You loved him, didn't you?" "I do." She replied simply, though the blond man's further comments confused her. "Solid nine?" Was that some foreign expression transliterated to Lodan's language, or just some sort of common slang she had never heard before? And anyway, what did that even mean?
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
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