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
Sienna had ducked her head behind her goldfish at the first sign of the couple open display of affection. It just made her uncomfortable seeing it. Of course she never mentioned it. She hated to deny them their moments and would just look away or leave.
When asked what else she wanted to do she hesitated. She was being a bother right now. Surely they would be happier not having to babysit her.
“I can.. s-sit here for a while.” She said after a moment or two had passed. “I won't go anywhere and you two c-can just come get me w-when you're ready.” The former leader hated this. She loathed being treated like a small child and yet her emotional state could afford nothing else. It was aggravating. But despite that she offered them a reassuring smile. “I'll be fine. Mingo is here after all.” She added as her hand raised to stroke the birds pink head affectionately.
As the man backed off Dakota withdrew his hand from his pistol. He was glad to see the vendor back down. He didn't much care for festival vendors and getting his name out to this clearly rich girl could prove useful to him.
"You're quite welcome madame. These vendors are nothing but mere vultures. Should they want your money, they will try to get it no matter how much you persist on not spending any." said Dakota. He listened to her talk as she said her name. Caitlin. He had heard the name mentioned by nobles previously but he couldn't place a last name with it. It wasn't an incredibly uncommon name. He knew however that his name was mentioned quite a bit by nobles, after all those were common targets of his. "Quite nice to meet you Caitlin. My name is Dakota Cicatrice. What brings you out on this evening. You don't seem to be very into the festival at all." asked Dakota. He hoped that mentioning his name would trigger some kind of reaction.
"Oh! Hello there, brother! I didn't notice you at first, sorry about that." Tom said, giving the white-haired man a subtle, two-fingered salute. He turned to the woman. This man - Dakota, it seemed his name to be - began to speak, and Tom quieted himself to wait and speak after he was finished. Wait... Cicatrice? Tom couldn't help but let out a laugh - not one in malice or judgement, but in bewilderment. If the woman hadn't heard of him, Tom sure had. Rumors of him spread across the mouths of nobles, but Tom had heard of him through back alleyways and drunken giggles speaking of bulletholes through the heads of the well-to-do. The feline covered his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter, as not to lead the fellow to think he was laughing at him. "The name's Tomcat." He said once Dakota had finished. "Nice to meet you, lass," And turning to Dakota, he smirked, "Pleased to meet you too, Cicatrice." Would Cicatrice have heard of a Tomcat? Likely not. He preferred he stay in the shadows. But sometimes his name was thrown around. Only by fellow thieves and criminals, however. Cailtin herself seemed interesting as well. There was a sort of... rogue-like quality to this woman. He wondered what could be learned about her.....
Cait had to... er... shake herself free of the ridiculously long momentary pause and reacquaint herself with the present. Cicatrice, Tomcat... interesting names, neither of which she'd heard of but Cait had been around long enough to trust no one and suspect everything. She smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you both, and you are quite right, Cicatrice, I was not feeling very festive. I do hope I have not infected your evening with my sour temper. I would understand completely if you felt needed elsewhere, please do not be upheld on account of my presence alone." It would be a shame to delay these men if they had other plans. She was aimless really - her only intention up till now was to escape the madness and flee to the sea. terribly sorry for the long wait. I have no intention of actually taking Caitlin out to sea so feel free to abuse her time a bit longer if you wish but feel no obligation to do so if you'd rather engage with other characters
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 Stephen Leland on Mar 4, 2017 17:34:15 GMT
Her reaction made him grin widely, taking great enjoyment to see how flustered he had gotten her. She tried to hide it but he caught her slight stumble in step. It was nice to see has such an effect on her, most people did not get this flustered around him. It was honestly a compliment in a way. As she started speaking once more, he pushed his thoughts to the side so he could listen to her. This was a more haunting speech, taken straight from the moment Macbeth learned of his wife's death. The most haunting thing about it was the way she said it.
Anyone could quote Shakespeare; they can act the part but never truly convey the emotions of the text. Her's however sounded like she knew the pain of losing a loved one, as if Lady Macbeth's death had effected her just as greatly as it had Macbeth himself... and it made her speech all the more captivatingly heartbreaking. Her pace slowed, he voice softened to a whisper, and time seemed to stand still for a moment. It almost felt as if she was relaying a memory to him rather than reciting words from a play. Maybe, in a way, she was. He stayed silent even after she finished her speech, not wanting to break the spell as he studied the woman in front of him.
Then she spoke again, stating something very odd and quite telling of her personality. So she thought life meant very little, did she? Ironic, he had the complete opposite view and was about to tell her so but she quickly changed the subject. Glancing at the cafe she mentioned, he nodded. "That will work quite well for me," he stated, making his way over to open the door for her before following her inside. The cafe was the epitome of quaint; Small mismatched tables and chairs were placed all around the modestly sized room. Each table had it's own unique tea cups and a bouquet of flowers standing in the middle, complimenting the romantic atmosphere of the festival. One of the walls was actually a ceiling tall book case, stuffed with new and old books alike along with random nick knacks. At the back of the room was a large chalk board stating today's specials and on the counter was a tall espresso maker that looked like it had been well used.
"You have good taste, Miss Medivha," he hummed, pleased with the atmosphere of the place as he looked for some empty seats. "How about over there?" he pointed to a pair of comfy arm chairs sitting across from one another with a wooden table in between them. "It looks secluded enough so that we may speak in private," he stated, turning his gaze back to her. Right, he had almost forgotten the point of them getting tea together in the first place. Her small performances for his had distracted him from their main objective but now that he remembered he was eager to hear what she had to say to him. Medivha
She nodded her head, also quite liking the little cafe. "Seems adequate. I actually haven't been here before. A shame because this actually seems like a lovely place." She murmured, settling into one of the chairs and shifting in it experimentally. After a moment, she let out a pleased sigh and snuggled down into the leather comfortably. "Cafe's with good chairs are the best."
Taking a moment to simply close her eyes and enjoy the quiet, Vieka knew she couldn't avoid the man's questions for much longer. Another sigh left her lips, a more weighted one this time as she sat back up and pushed her scarf back, off her shoulders and over the back of her chair. No more procrastination. "So, who were you to me, do i still want to know you, and..." She chuckled softly, "My favourite colour." She mused, shooting him an amused look as she waited for someone to come and take their order.
"What you mean to me... who you were... i..." She frowned, swallowed, and tried again. "Sorry, this is harder than i thought it would be. I've never had to put it in words before..." She breathed. "Stephen, we were-"
"Can i take your order?"
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Mar 4, 2017 18:47:03 GMT
"Indeed. This place is quite charming; I rather like their book selection. I might have to visit again," he mused as he took his seat across from her, sitting up straight as he flipped his tea cup over and examined it before turning his attention back to her. He flashed her a grin as she repeated his last question out of the set but it quickly slipped from his face as he listened intently, a serious sort of look in his eyes. She seemed to really struggle with her answer, and it looked like she was being honest with him as she thought it out. Before she could finish though, a waitress came over to take their order, interrupting just as she was about to say something important.
Sighing inwardly, he turned to the waitress with a pleasant smile. "Hello Miss, happy festival of hearts to you. This is a lovely cafe if I might add." The woman smiled her thanks at him before he continued: "I would like a cappuccino as well as a slice of your raspberry chocolate cake please," he stated before turning to look at Vieka, waiting for her to place her order.
Once the woman left he leaned forward some and quirked a brow. "Take your time. If the answer is difficult you do not have to tell me all the details. I simply wish to know the bare minimum... though it would be nice to hear more. I will refrain from being greedy with your memories though," he stated, giving her an encouraging smile. Medivha
The brunette blinked in surprise, her eyes locked onto the russet haired noble even as she made her own order. "Sweet almond tea with a slice of ginger cake please..." She stated slowly before turning back to the noble questioningly. Since when did he drink coffee? Cappuccino no less.
Even so, she was glad the waitress had interrupted her. Perhaps telling Stephen the big news right off the bat wasn't the smartest idea. Instead, she moved to fiddle with her cuff link before she slowly closed her eyes. "How would i explain what Stephen Leland means to me..." She murmured before a touch of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips. Don't think about it like trying to explain it to him, think about it like saying thoughts aloud.
"We didn't start off on the best of terms. You stormed my house in the middle of the night bleeding everywhere and practically accusing me of being a dollymop because i had been in my underwear, and i had told you to go bleed to death in an alley way somewhere. Needless to say, we had a bit of a love hate relationship to begin with. The truth is, we actually got along well, when we weren't trying to rip each others throats out with harsh words and nasty quips; but i had a lot to hide, and you were very perceptive. You made me nervous, you put me on edge, and i didn't like that you could see through my mask and ask all the questions i didn't want to answer. I can't say i know what you thought at the time, but i do know that you were more inclined to not get involved with me if you could help it, though we always ended up running into each other one way or another.
When this war with Sveden first broke out, a lot of problems arose. In the end, i actually ended up moving into your home for a while, though neither of us were quite aware that we would be living with each other until we ran into each other face to face. Needless to say, it was a rocky stay, to begin with at least. But as annoying as you found me, and as frustrating as i found your perceptiveness... we got close. Really close. We never said anything out loud, it was never made official to begin with, but i like to think we both knew at that point. I knew at least, i knew how much you meant to me- how much you still mean to me."
Pausing, Vieka opened her eyes and met the noble's single blue orb, licking her lips nervously as she picked her words over carefully.
"Stephen, leòmhann mo chridhe, please believe me when i say i would have given my life to stop what's happened to you. I still would...." She breathed out softly, a thick meaning behind her words before drawing her gaze to his eye patch.
"And my favourite colour is gold. The softest gold, like the colour of the sun against an orange background as it sinks across the horizon.... bright but gentle, and so warm...."
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Mar 4, 2017 20:31:50 GMT
Her memories made him smile in amusement at first, shocked that she even cared to talk to him given their introduction. Wonder why he was bleeding everywhere when he visited her. Details he would need to be filled in later. For now, all he wanted to listen was her recounting their time together. The way she described it though made it sound as if they had been nothing more than very close friends but the way she acted around him told him a different story. She was answering his question but making him want to know even more at the same time- which was entirely unfair because he was not going to ask her everything in one sitting. Queens, he did not want to over load the woman. He knew she was telling the truth, even before she told him her favorite color.
Something she said caught his attention though and he needed to ask about this: 'it was never made official to begin with.' Just as he was about to ask her about this their food and drinks were set in front of him. Giving his thanks to the waitress, he wondered vaguely if Medivha had been looking at his eye patch as she mention her favorite color. Turning back to her he took a sip of his cappuccino, appreciating the heart design made with the foam for a moment first, he mulled over what to say next. "Thank you for answering my questions. It sounds as if we have a fascinating history together. If you would like, I can answer some of your own questions if you wish to know about me now. There is more I wish to ask you myself but I would like to save them for a later date," he stated, remembering her calling him 'my lion heart.' "One very quick one though, what was that language you spoke in a moment ago?" Medivha
She hummed in acknowledgement as she checked her tea to see how long it needed brewing before glancing up, calming down from her emotional swell now. It felt easier now that most of the details had been explained, or at least, the noble seemed more accepting of her now anyway. She'd noticed he was testing her of cause, she was good at picking up things like that, but it was a relief to know she had gotten some of his trust back. The first step, and not the last if she had her way.
"It's Gaelic, though i was born in Lodan. My father and Uncle however are from Kanda so i grew up with the language." She explained, stirring the tea leaves with a spoon before removing her glove with her teeth from her other hand to pick up her fork. "And my first question would be: when on earth did you start drinking coffee?" She asked, giving him a bemused stare and nodding her head towards his coffee. She closed her teapot and forked a piece of cake while she waited for his answer.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Mar 4, 2017 21:37:41 GMT
"Gaelic... Wonder why it sounds familiar," he stated vaguely as he took another sip. He wondered briefly if he should tell her that he understood the language, something that even befuddled him but decided it was not important to share right away. He quirked his brow at her, wondering what she would ask him and was surprised but amused by her question. "Aha, I admit I was a big fan of tea until recently. I do not know where it came from but I fancy coffee more than tea now. Tea is nice but coffee is just... it seems familiar to me. Does that make sense? Sorry that is the best response I can give you. What do you prefer to drink? Tea or coffee?" he inquired, taking a bit of his cake and humming his approval. Medivha
She blinked up at him, a brief flicker of hope dancing in her heart. Familiar, and she knew it was because of her. Maybe he had forgotten her, but he hadn't forgotten everything, and that thought melted something in her icy soul. Slowly, her small shred of hope that they might some day be able to rekindle what they had burned a little brighter, moved from a mere spark to a soft candle of a flame. It was small, and it flickered dangerously, but it was alive and she would carefully tend to it with the belief that it would one day be a bonfire, the same warmth and fire that it once had held strong again. His next words only proved to strengthen that resolve.
"I drink tea when i'm stressed, usually chai or sweet almond or raspberry, but i am actually rather prone to coffee." Cappuccino specifically, and she couldn't help but wonder if that's why he found it familiar. The thought brought a smile to her face. Dia, she had missed him so much. Just sitting together like this, talking, was more than she thought she would ever had again, or deserved for that matter.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Mar 4, 2017 23:34:10 GMT
"Ah, raspberry tea is my favorite- almond is my second choice. It would appear we have similar tastes," he chuckled, glad to see a smile on her face once again. "Are you stressed right now? Since you ordered tea," he asked before taking another bite of his cake. Something he said must have made an impression on her because she seemed in a better mood now. Well, more relaxed and less hesitant than before. Maybe his taste in drink meant something to her or she felt at ease with his honesty. Either way, he was happy he agreed to give her a chance and go to the cafe with her. She was an interesting person and he felt generally at ease around her now. Medivha
"It would seem so..." She mused quietly with a secret smile, checking her tea before deciding it was at the correct steep. Pouring herself out some of the tea, she breathed in the nutty aroma with a pleased noise and began heaping sugar into her cup too. Three spoons. Not as much as some but usually considered more than most. At his next question however, she paused before taking a sip, pondering her answer as she rimmed the china in her hand with her lips. "I.... i suppose so yes. I thought you were dead. It's hard not to be slightly distressed. Though i can say the relief easily outweighs that feeling. Just being able to sit here with you like this again comes as great comfort to me, even if you cannot feel the same." Stephen Leland
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Sienna had ducked her head behind her goldfish at the first sign of the couple open display of affection. It just made her uncomfortable seeing it. Of course she never mentioned it. She hated to deny them their moments and would just look away or leave.
When asked what else she wanted to do she hesitated. She was being a bother right now. Surely they would be happier not having to babysit her.
“I can.. s-sit here for a while.” She said after a moment or two had passed. “I won't go anywhere and you two c-can just come get me w-when you're ready.” The former leader hated this. She loathed being treated like a small child and yet her emotional state could afford nothing else. It was aggravating. But despite that she offered them a reassuring smile. “I'll be fine. Mingo is here after all.” She added as her hand raised to stroke the birds pink head affectionately.
Amon gave Edel a small kiss on the cheek before giving Sienna an apologetic smile. "We're not leaving you alone Sienna," he said as he stretched out his arms, before smoothly putting one arm around Edel. "Besides, this is the most fun I've had at one of these events: I got to rub it in the face of a scammer and I got an excuse to electrocute someone."
"...You're doing okay...we can continue when you're ready...no rush..." he continued, giving Sienna an encouraging smile before lounging back to relax a bit.
"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 Mar 5, 2017 18:24:58 GMT
By all that is sacred and holy, Amon, that had been so embarrassing (not the cheek kiss, that was cute, but the thing before)! Not only to herself, but clearly to Sienna too... and yet, Edelweiss couldn't help but forget any complains in exchange for having a snicker fit at hearing the reasons why the mechanic had fun. "Why am I not surprised at that little list..." She wondered, taking a deep breath to try and stop laughing.
"But Sie, we already were ready and got you (at your home) hours ago. Exactly to take you and see the festival. We invited you because we enjoy your company... despite my adorable dork over here having very little control over his public displays of affection." The redhead stated factly, placing a hand on Sienna's shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture and the other hand raised to lightly brush Amon's cheek with the back of her fingers. "Besides, we have the whole day still. We can just sit for a while and rest, and afterwards try to look for other games. I'm not going home before finding something we can all actually play, just watching is boring."
Post by Lucius Thompson on Mar 6, 2017 4:04:05 GMT
Lucius laughed at the girls teasing after she painted the heart. "Possibly but I doubt it, I'm going mostly to pig out, not find love." joked Lucius. He hadn't put much thought into it, but at some point finding a partner would be nice.
Lucius laughed at Veronika's fake annoyed face, and began to talk. "I'd love to go look at some of the stands. Maybe I could find myself a nice notebook. I've recently undergone some newer activities and they're going to be requiring a lot of notes for me to get things right. I myself have quite a bit of change with me. Work has been good lately, so hopefully I'll have enough to blow on some delicious barbecue as well." said Lucius. "If you'd like I can treat you to lunch if you find a trinket that would use your available money." offered Lucius with a smile. "After all, with food that smells that good it'd be a shame to miss it for anything." added Lucius. He took Veronika by the arm and began walking toward the stands.
Avatar artwork credited to the user Keri Nicole (acrookedlittletown / Veronika Tallent).
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