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
Amon was wondering why Edel suddenly went quiet, only to feel her head droop and see her drifting off to sleep. He gently kissed her forehead before leaning his head on her's, drowsiness slowly asking him to join her.
He was about to close his eye when the door opened. He carefully lifted his head to see who entered, only to be greeted by his latest annoyance. Dear lord, Sayvahn was pretty much an unofficial member of Mingo's with how often he came to pester him. Nothing that he could do about it since the man was also a friend of Edel's, and at least he had some form of company to break up the monotony, as stress inducing as it was.
He was about to raise a hand in greeting when he lost consciousness for a second, only to wake up flying, about to crash into the floor, with a painful jaw. It didn't help that his arm spasmed for a moment, nor did the momentary static in his left eye. A half a second of panic later, and Amon quickly regained his balance, shaking his head as he tried to clear his beaten mind.
"And a hello to you too!" Amon snarled, rubbing his jaw with his left hand and flexing his right arm. "Mind telling me what the farce I did this time?!" he exclaimed, the glow in his left eye flaring up, as if in response to his rising anger. No use keeping quiet, there was no way Edel could've slept though that...
"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 Nov 3, 2016 5:05:18 GMT
She was tired, so incredibly tired. Her eyelids kept closing against her will, and she could feel her mind drifting off into unconsciousness. Being honest, she knew she needed that sleep - but also being honest, she didn't want to sleep now. Bad things happen when she falls asleep.
In that dozing state, her ears barely registered a soft rustling, that then increased. A dull clash, then the living support (Amon) on her side was yanked off her sleepy grip. Moving more on reflex than anything else, her back pressed itself against the plush of the couch for support and turned, and a rising leg almost immediately made contact with something, the impact enough to send it away in the opposite direction. It had been a slightly cushioned surface. Someone's stomach?
Her eyes snapped open and she took a couple seconds to stand up and rub her groggy sight back to normal. Oh yes, definitely someone's stomach - Sayvahn's, it seemed. Wait, what? Why was Sayvahn there? What was going on? "....Sorry for that(?)" And Amon was quite a few meters behind her standing spot, half-crouching down on the carpet like a strange rising zombie.
Reminder of the day: very noisy spurts of violence right next to a napping assassin are not a wise idea. "What... Just what do you two think you're doing?"
The pain in his stomach was deserved, but it didn’t feel justified. Not as Sayvahn staggered back, tottering some, clutching his stomach— and faintly the feline wondered if he had broken another rib. He could not tell. Not as he tumbled to his knees, coughing into the carpet as he clawed, searching for breath—healing magic, pouring from his fingers into his stomach to numb the pain.
Edelweiss had been the one to kick him, but his anger flared toward Amon. Yet, the sorrow of it all bit into him. Arching his back, Sayvahn pressed his head into the carpet, breathing deeply, trying to find the strength— the words to explain. “You wronged her. And— I can’t forgive you for that, Amon,” Sayvahn muttered, leaning upward again, cold green eyes meeting a frosted blue.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Amon paused, and in that moment, all of the his rage vanished as he tried (in the haze of the recent concussion) to determine what Sayvahn could be talking about.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF-"
And then that rage swiftly returned in the form of intense irritation.
"It's been FIVE months!" Amon exclaimed, getting up, momentarily swaying as he gained his balance. "I have been reamed by Edel, Wern, Edel again, Seth, my parents, numerous older members of my guild, and Edel again!" he said, counting off the people on his fingers. "I don't need this from you of all people!"
"For the love of all that is good and sacred, did you think I wasn't doing anything to try and get back onto Edel's good side all this time? Your punch is five months too late dude..." he continued, rubbing his jaw. "A metaphorical and literal headache..." he muttered, changing to rubbing his temples.
"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 Nov 3, 2016 6:19:44 GMT
"......" Edelweiss' eyes went wide, and her mouth opened and closed a couple times without uttering a sound. She knew exactly what Sayvahn was talking about. But Amon didn't. In fact Sayvahn himself had only found out on accident, and she had made him promise not to tell. Great. Just Great. Amon looked confused for just a second, and then, there it was. Nice little annoyance explosion. He didn't even know what Sayvahn meant - afterall, how could he? He had not been present, and no one told him. As long as he didn't know, it also couldn't be thrown at his face. One hurt person was already enough, they didn't need two. That was one of the reasons why she decided to not tell him, other than the fact she had tried before and failed. It was better like this.
"Sayvahn, he doesn't even know what you're talking about. Even if you're angry on my behalf, pray tell, how is physical violence going to help anyone here?" It wouldn't reverse time. It wouldn't heal anything.
Speaking of healing, the Feline probably needed medical assistence right now, and the redhead leaned down to help him move to sit on the couch. With a rested head and spare magic, whatever was it that was wrong with Sayvahn - be it a cracked rib or even something punctured by a fully broken rib - would be relatively simple for her to heal. But she was still completely depleted from that past night and morning working at the guild infirmary and just the thought of fixing someone's messed innards again already made her more tired.
"I'll fetch Amethyst to give you a checkup and heal anything you can't. Sorry for kicking you. But may you -both- please be civil to each other and stop shouting while I'm away." She sighed and gave up on even looking at it. Better just head for the door, fast.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Furrowing his brow, Sayvahn remained where he was, holding his stomach but only slightly. Now, it was only a formality. The pain had ebbed, but that was most likely not due to his magic, but the adrenaline that pumped through him. So, Amon was yelled at by others. It made sense, but Sayvahn found no sympathy in the fact. The feline doubted that those involved knew what Amon had done to Edelweiss— aside from Edelweiss herself, but frankly Sayvahn knew the Angel would not tell anyone about it. The dancer himself had found out just by chance— by circumstance, and she— she had made him promise not to tell. Well, he wasn’t going to tell. But, at least he could haggle Amon for something else until she herself could speak on her own behalf. And it seemed she hadn’t told Amon— and perhaps didn’t intend to. Well, so be it. “Violence helped me just fine. Until you kicked me— which was fair,” Sayvahn confessed, craning his head. His mouth tasted bitter. Akin to iron— he tried not to mind it, not as Edelweiss helped him up and to the couch. He thanked her slightly. Though, as she spoke, and moved toward the door, he grabbed her hand. “I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to—,” Sayvahn vowed, eyes gentle, yet they flickered to her stomach— then her hand—only for a second. “Though, I rather you not leave. But, if you must, then go. I can’t promise I won’t chastise him for stealing your chastity though,” Sayvahn stated, holding her hand loosely. “After all, running away with no word after sex is rather very unbecoming. Even I have better standards than that— and that is saying something.”
“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 Nov 3, 2016 7:03:14 GMT
".........What?" Her eye visibly twitched, and she took a second to respond to it, though she figured it was better to give at least a short reply before Amon does.
"First of all, it wasn't stolen, it was given. Second, how did you even know--- no, I'm not discussing this with you. Just attempt to behave till I get back." Yes, she's out. Out of that room, before they manage to drive her fully crazy, at least until she finds her little helper with healing skills around.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
"...I don't know...what...?" Amon thought, concern spiking the haze of his mind. That wasn't it? Then what happened...? The concern in Edel's voice, the anger in Sayvahn's words...what did he do-
"...What?" he said blankly, mirroring Edel's incredulousness. Did this guy really think he stole-
Aaand she's gone. Well. Not that it mattered at the moment; wasn't like he could talk to her with Mr. Punchy here- ...he doesn't even know what you're talking about...
...stealing your chastity...running away with no word after...
...Wait.
How did Sayvahn know? Amon wasn't stupid enough to make light of that night, and Edel wasn't one to brag about that sort of deed either. So how could he know? Only two possibilities: 1) Edel let it slip somehow (either by actual words or insinuation), though highly unlikely, 2) the kids figured it out, or 3)...
Amon didn't want to finish that thought at the moment; again, best to talk with Edel alone without Mr. Punchy. Speaking of...
"Well ain't you the romantic," he said dryly as he sat down, now rubbing his temples and trying to stay awake. "Tell me, do you really think I'm so heartless as to just 'steal her chastity' then disappear like the bastard I am?"
"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
Pausing, Sayvahn stared at Edelweiss. Or the place where she had just been as the crimson angel had fled from the room. Leaning back some, Sayvahn tried to process the new found information. Oh hell. She was an actual virgin. Though, it made sense. After all, women were not expected to, well, lay with another before marriage (Sayvahn in that matter thought it was foolish but could understand its importance to those who valued such). The feline had pieced together that the crimson angel would have kept her chasity sacred, but to be frank, he had meant chasisty in a broad term. As in, had given herself to him in the barest manner (no pun intended) that she could give. With Edelweiss strength and independence, Savyahn would have expected her to have pursued something prior, but, that was apparently not true. She had been chaste— fully, and not just metaphorically. Utterly caught off guard, Sayvahn leaned back into the sofa, listening faintly to Amon’s questioning. Sihging, the elder man craned his head back some. He had calmed down, ever so slightly— his feelings numbed by the thought that Edelweiss had laid with such a man. Now Sayvahn didn’t know which to be more flustered at— that Edelweiss had given her virginity to Amon or that she had been a virgin in a place. God. Had they both been virgins? That would explain Amon’s inability to pull out. After this was over, Sayvahn was going to have to walk him through some things. Or at least, give him a few connections. Glancing to Amon, the elder feline rolled his eyes, scotting over closer to him to wrap an arm around him— placing a hand against the wounded cheek and letting some of his healing magic slip through. “I can be romantic if I want to be— never with you, I’m afraid. And to your question— yes.” Pulling his fingers away, Sayvahn pressed himself deeper into the couch. “After all, you left her with a dead body and didn’t tell her you were alive— and whatever reason you have can’t justify leaving her in the dark like that. Not when she trusted you enough to lie with you— which, as you know, is quite scandalous. Really makes it seem like you don’t trust her, hmmm? Or at least, gives her a reason not to trust you.” Sayvahn muttered, vermillion eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Sadly, though, she cares to much about you to actually say anything in that regard. Too bad I don’t have that. Someone has to defend her feelings if you don’t even bother to do so.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Amon flinched away for second, before letting Sayvahn heal his jaw. "Well for one," he responded, brushing off the spot where he was healed before going back to his temples. "You're wrong on the whole 'one night stand' mentality: I didn't want to leave the next day...ended up staying until around lunch time. And for two, I didn't actually 'disappear' until over a week and a half later; not my fault that a Sveden assassin decided that I needed to stop breathing..."
"And I mean...for what it's worth, as bad of a decision as it was, I had the best intentions. I just-" Amon sighed. "Nah. Not even worth it. I'd explain everything, but you wouldn't care; probably be a part of the group that wishes I actually died. I'm not one for self-loathing but...I'm just so tired of trying to patch things up, but keep getting the stink eye no matter what I do..."
"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
A flinch was expected. Sayvahn almost smiled at the action, accept the words didn’t sit with him. Churning, trying to figure out a way to say what was on his mind, that wasn’t tied down by a prior promise. “I don’t want you dead. I want you think about Edelweiss. And for you two to talk— because best intentions don’t cover up the pain you caused her.” Adjusting himself, Sayvahn stared at Amon, tracing his features— how weak he appeared to be. Emotions, seeming to hit a buffer, not making their way past him. He was a young man. A foolish young man, and it made Sayvahn sigh as well. “Why are you trying? Why can’t you accept the fact that it happened and instead of making up for it, just talk to Edelweiss. Ask her, truthfully, how she felt— not now, but everyday, back then. And don’t try to patch things up. Forgiveness will happen naturally, if you let it happen, but if you force it, you’re a bandage across a tear.” Savyahn flourished his hand, as if to suggest a tear, a gap. “Only time can heal this wound. If you’re tired of trying, just imagine how she felt, trying to hold onto you when you wouldn’t even hold onto her.” Lying back, Sayvahn closed his eyes. “She looked like dung, you know. She loved you— still loves you— but what you did— even assassins and so forth— you did without her. And the fact is— she accepted is. She lived her day each day, but instead of blaming you for it, she blamed herself.” Lowering his eyes, Sayvahn bit his lip. “She always blames herself. And, that’s what I came barging in. Because, I don’t think you can grasp it. The fact that she has this pain, that she still has this pain— and is blaming herself still.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
"Pffft, what do you think we were doing the night she found me, periodically from time to time whenever emotions permit, and just before she dozed off and you decided that would be the best time to punch me?" Amon replied.
"Besides...that night she found me...didn't take much to know that I ripped her heart out," he continued with a sigh, taking a look at his mechanical arm while he flexed it a bit. "And I know it takes time and that talking helps, but actions speak louder than words, and being the engineer that I am, I can't help but want to fix things...sort of my nature y'know..." he laughed bitterly.
He paused for a bit, collecting his thoughts in silence, staring out into space.
"...Something else happened when I was going, didn't it?"
"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 Nov 5, 2016 7:53:51 GMT
The infirmary had been noisy earlier on, but now was mostly quiet. Occasionaly a whisper, soft talking or humming directed at sleeping patients. Once the most dire cases were dealt with and pulled out of the equation, it was time for letting the casters rest, and the human-prevalent staff could properly do their job. Manually applied procedures slowly taking over healing spells in their percentual, and real drugs in case of need substituting temporary painkiller magic. A normal person's steps would sound almost noisy echoing through the rows of beds. Most curtains between them were pulled either closed or ajar.
The room was still obnoxiously - almost obsessively - white, and smelled of ether and eucaliptus, but it was tranquil. So it wasn't hard for Edelweiss to find Amethyst, or convince her to follow the redhead back to where she'd left Amon and Sayvahn waiting. The young girl only insisted in fetching a pile of filed medical report folders before going - which as odd as may have been for some was rather normal paperwork given the previous busy day - and as they walked back into the room Amethyst only greeted the two men with a gracious little curtsy and moved quickly towards Sayvahn to heal him first meanwhile Edelweiss reclosed the door.
Not a single word was uttered.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Nag nag nag. That is something the engineer was keen to do, it seemed. Sayvahn listened, idly, thanking the Gods that Lasiar was not like this. Though, maybe if the fire-fox was alright with displacing the blame more often, he would not be as sad as he was. Still, this was not the time of ponder about the redhead. No, Sayvahn had come for a different red head that day. Although Sayvahn’s annoyance was still elevated, it had numbed some—frankly because talking to Amon was akin to talking to a giant metal wall, which, perhaps wasn’t that far off a theory. “Not everything is meant to be solved with action, dearie. And maybe the fact you think there is something to fix should be ringing alarm bells. What are you trying to fix, exactly? Yourself? The relationship? Or Edelweiss?” Patting Amon’s shoulder, Sayvahn, too, paused at the question. The elder feline retracted his hand to better situate himself on the couch and leaned his head against the fabric. “Lots of things happened, dearie. Happens when you’re gone for so long. But, if you really want to know, you should ask her— talk to her, and make sure she speaks. She has a tendency to keep silent— and while you’re so focused on your actions, maybe you should be focusing more on hers.” Though, any further advice was silenced as the Crimson Angel herself entered the room, with Amethyst. Sayvahn smiled at the girl, offering a hello and a thank you as his ribs were healed. He wished that this body wasn’t so frail— but that tends to happens when one gets old— and besides. After the past year, with shadow beasts and Castamere, the feline’s body had been sourly beaten time and again. Though, Vieka’s magic did give him a new body— something he was content with, however, he had been abusing it— or frankly, someone else had. Perhaps Edelweiss kick hadn’t been the core of the damage after all. Now, Sayvahn wondered if one could become immune to health magic. He didn’t want to find out.
Edelweiss was silent. Amon was silent— as expected, as Amethyst was still in the room, but once Edelweiss closed the door, and Amethyst was still in the room, Sayvahn realized the girl was going to stay. Oh. Well. This was going to get awkward, it seemed. But, the silence couldn't last forever. Sayvahn didn’t like the silence. “Look, Edelweiss— we didn’t kill each other. Actually, we made up. See?” Leaning his head slightly, Sayvahn kissed Amon on the cheek— a light peck, almost as if he was a child. Smiling, Savyahn pulled away, leaning his head back. “Though, I do think we should talk— all of us— um, except you Amethyst. Or, I guess you can, but well, you know what I mean." Sayvahn stated, glancing at the girl only to return to Edelweiss. "Because frankly, I just want the two of you to be happy— even if it’s with this tin can,” Sayvahn muttered, flourishing his hand toward Amon. “But, anyway, my jealousy is subsidized. Gave him a punch, then peck, and everything. Now, where should we begin? Who wants to go first on the confession circle? Cause I can, if we want to go down that route, but I highly doubt you do.” Crossing his legs, Sayvhn smiled, glancing between the two as an usher of “go on, mama’s waiting.”
Amon was still lost in thought when all of it was blown away due to Sayvahn's little "peck," prompting Amon to give the man an incredulous side-ways glance.
"Did you just-" he started before shaking his head and getting up to move to a different seat. "You know what? I preferred it when we were at each others' throats," he said as he sat down across from Sayvahn. For the love of everything good and sacred, the man was infuriating.
"But do tell, what else is there to talk about?" Amon continued, his irritation slowly rising again as he patiently waited for Amethyst to heal his headache. "What do you expect to be said from all participating parties in your 'confession circle?' Because if we're being honest here, it sounds like you are making some very presumptuous insinuations, and whatever it is, I would prefer to work it out between Edel and myself in private."
"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
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