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
OPEN TO Edelweiss Fjäril and Sayvahn (Takes place between My Kingdom Awaits and Homecoming) Amon couldn't help but give a fairly contented sigh as he looked out the window. The Main Theater's room was so relaxing: comfy couches, a pleasant atmosphere, a clock that ticked in just the right way to avoid being annoying, and plus a piano in case someone (or a very specific someone) wished to play.
He couldn't help but give a somewhat wistful smile as he waited for Edel to show up.
"Been awhile since I was last here..." he muttered softly.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 23, 2016 21:51:46 GMT
It was a good thing the resting rooms were relaxing. A very good thing, considering other parts of the guild were very much not. Mortar fire had hit some people back at the district's edge and Edelweiss had been stuck helping the infirmary general workers nonstop since the previous night. By now she was completely depleted of any even vaguely medically helpful spell casts and in even more dire need of sleep.
Oh well, nothing new here.
She took off the white overcoat and wiped the last trace of red blood from her face before heading into the room. It might even be possible to glimpse the (supposedly) nurse trailing behind her holding a - was that a severed foot? - and asking what to do with it when the redhead passed through the door "I don't know, it's yours. Hospitalar waste, recycle bin, don't ask me." and closed it behind her back.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
"...Rough day?" Amon asked with a sympathetic smile, as he caught a glimpse of the nurse Edel turned away, getting up to give her a hand and lead her to a seat.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 24, 2016 0:43:22 GMT
"....? Pretty normal day, actually." She glanced back at the door,but accepted the offered hand. "I just hope she remembers to wear that shoe again instead of trashing it along the foot..."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
"Define 'normal,'" Amon replied with a smile, leading Edel to a couch and sitting her down before taking a spot right next to her.
"...Think this will ever end...?" he asked softly.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 24, 2016 5:24:16 GMT
"'Normal', as in 'what is most common', 'set as standard'." She straightened up and stated in a tone like an old teacher reading a textbook entry, before relaxing again and rolling her eyes. Rethoric question, rethoric answer. At least one thing lighter she could say was happening. "Normalcy is a matter of statistics, yes. I guess my own 'normal' can be quite questionable." Or our own 'normal', she added in thought. But in different manners still.
"...End what?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Amon couldn't help but chuckle at Edel's response. "True..."
As for her question...
"The war..." he replied, absently waving a hand. "Just thinking if and when the violence (or at the very least this enhanced level of violence) will end..."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 24, 2016 6:05:29 GMT
"Who knows... Last one lasted a year, and was a civil conflict rather than an invasion." She shrugged slightly. No, she didn't want the war to last longer, but it was kind of helpless to expect it would at this point. There was nothing to support thinking otherwise.
"...Nah..." Amon replied, putting an arm around Edel and bringing her closer. "Not with you around," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"Besides...never gonna make that mistake again..." he muttered.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 26, 2016 5:53:15 GMT
That reply coupled with the little forehead kiss got a short snicker from her, though it only lasted a couple breaths. "Even not counting me, they should be wary of trying now." If they're smart, that is. Certain people were more of a menace when under distress than not, afterall. And Sveden had lost 7 people by now while trying to eliminate a single (taken) person. Unless they intended to send an actual platoon or similar, from a strategic point of view it shouldn't be worth the risk.
But... 'Never gonna make that mistake again...' Of anything that was said, that mumbling at the end of his speech was the most relieving to hear. On so many levels. That tiny reassurance was better than any thousands of apologies anybody may ever utter. "It did scare me, though..." Because thinking of it honestly, even if he was no longer afraid, she was - just for different reasons. There was no worth in denying that. So she just closed her eyes and made herself comfortable leaning against him. "It felt like I didn't know who was it I was talking to. Made me wonder if I had lost you twice."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
"Sorry...it took me some time to figure out what you meant by that back then," Amon replied, leaning his head onto Edel a little. "I guess...the best way that I can explain it is...well...if knowledge is power, and power corrupts, then by that logic, knowledge corrupts," he said, absently raising his mechanical hand and observing his palm.
"When I was first attacked, I couldn't really do anything; I didn't know what to do and it felt as if the world tried to consume me. During that initial assassination, I was reminded of my first attack. And (not to sound like a broken record) I realized that I could do something about it. I had the knowledge. And I guess...that knowledge and fear coupled together just sort of took over me. That crazed laughter, something I only used to intimidate in the past, became the norm, and looking back, I see what you mean: I became a different person. All that darkness manifested itself, and I just became obsessed with plans of revenge."
Amon sighed, lowering his arm. "I'm rambling again aren't I? Point is, I feel as if that is one type of extreme I would've become if I remained alone. It's a dark part of me, and it may come out every-so-often, but...I just want you to know that you help me to keep it at bay, and to use it in (relatively) less destructive ways. And well..."
He hugged Edel closer. "In the end, I'm sorry for doing that to you. And as fearless as you are, I'm sorry for scaring you," he said, nuzzling his cheek on Edel's head.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 29, 2016 6:55:34 GMT
"Rambling isn't necessarily bad, you know." If it helped setting the thoughts in order, as she knew from experience it sometimes did, then it might as well be a good thing instead. And the rambling wasn't bothering anyone either, though the following seconds of silence served as proof that she didn't know how to respond to what he said.
There was so much that scared her still, it was kind of funny to hear herself be described as 'fearless'. She had just learned how to not let her body freeze at those things. It wasn't exactly a lack of fear. But maybe that was a good thing, that she hadn't lost that sense yet. As for everything else, it made sense. In a crazy way. But maybe she should have expected that since the beginning, shouldn't she? Her hands were soaked in more blood than ever could be washed clean. Who in their sane mind would dare to love her? Even if that affirmation that her presence was actually good for his sanity was unexpected... that was sweet. It'd be nice if she could believe it.
"You seemed surprised that I was upset." A genuine question here. There was no sarcasm behind the words. "Was it that shocking?"
"...Thinking back, it really shouldn't have..." Amon sighed. "Then again, as I said, I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind..."
"That being said, as much as I wanted to prove that I could have done it by myself, I'm glad you threw a wrench in my original plans," he continued with a smile. "You were there to stop me in time."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 30, 2016 18:49:24 GMT
"No, I wasn't." She couldn't help but correct it in her mind, though the thought didn't make its way out of her mouth. Truth be told to stop him she'd have had to find him one or even two months prior the date she did. Rip off the disaster by the roots, rather than waiting for it to sprout. As things were, it could happen again, even if she tried to hope it wouldn't. But at the time she could truly have done something about it, she actually couldn't - and frankly wished there had been someone to help her instead. Wishful thinking only. They had been both alone, hadn't they?
And it seemed like the exhaustion from the past working hours was finally catching to her. She felt she was starting to doze off on his shoulder. Not something she could really stop. Just give her 10 minutes...
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The days were crisp—ever biting and only growing colder. The war was approaching its second winter, and this one, this one only promised more and more cruelty as the war front neared. So somber, Sayvahn thought. He needed to run, to find a retreat. His home, far too dark, and MI, too far away—and Lasair, too frail. So he went to search for another— a crimson angel whose words had filled his mind ever since the night before, when she had told him. Told him of a truth— of another life, separate from hers. One he would have wanted to meet. One she would have deserved, but had been ripped from her when she was alone. Almandine had spoken of blood, of her bleeding— the crimson angel bearing her own reddened fruit, but it didn’t breathe. It didn’t’ grow. It was gone. Just like Amon. And, in a sense, just like her.
Edelweiss’ soul was broken. Not fully, but the cracks, he remembered seeing them—how they splintered at the corner of her lips, from her eyes. How much he wanted to hold her then. To clutch Edelweiss to his chest and promise something he knew he could not give her. Sayvahn had told her he had loved her, and they had laughed.
Leaning his head against the wall of an alleyway, Sayvahn knew he should not dwell on it—these feelings. But he couldn’t help dwell in them. For weeks he had been pestering Amon, toying with him, trying to understand what the angel saw in him. At times, Sayvahn understood. At times, he could grasp why her heart could flutter for him. But now, now Sayvahn wondered how she could even stand him.
Maybe he would ask her that. Maybe. Or maybe he would continue what he had spoken all those nights before, confess, but more full heartedly: “I know I will never be the right one for you, but it is foolish of me to want to try anyway?” Sayvahn played the words in his head, even as he asked informants —as he was led, guided, to the theater where Edelweiss lingered in.
After so many times visiting, he should have learned by now to knock. To not barge in without waiting, without a word. But he couldn’t help it. Yet, he was slow in opening the door, cautious, his thoughts still lulling, until the door was fully open, and he saw her—with him. It wasn’t surprising. But it was more painful than it should have. For so long, Edelweiss and Amon were two separate entities in Sayvahn’s mind. He knew they were linked, were together, but he had never truly seen them together. But now, now he saw how weak she seemed, so peaceful laying her head against Amon’s shoulder. Her guard, it was lowered— and only he could make her feel this way. But, Amon had also been the one to make her bleed, to make her hurt—to make her cry.
How funny, instincts are. Kinetics must have laced in his step, because the world moved by so quickly as he retracted his arm, sending his fist square into Amon’s jaw. He didn’t care if it hurt. Didn’t care if the bones bruised his knuckles. The anger just welled inside of him, burning. Why, in heaven’s name, does she love you? Why? How in the world did you deserve her? Countless words he wanted to give, but the only thing he could deliver was a punch, and a single phrase. “How could you?”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Shoutbox
Welcome to the Shoutbox - If You Have Discord, Ask to Join the Discord Server