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
Sayvahn raised a brow at Edelweiss honesty, and naivety, but also ruthlessness. “Wow. That’s rather cutthroat of you dearie. “ And attractive, but, Sayvahn was going to keep that to himself. The thought, however, did not help his libido. “And well, it’s like a territorial thing, but not. I don’t know how to explain it. We both see each other as a threat for different reasons. Firstly, I enjoy quips. And, we, well have a common interest, him and I, so we tend to butt heads. Though, the thing we butt heads over is not territory. More like the territory is the ability to flirt?” Sayvahn pondered allowed, shrugging. “How you doing, Pearlie?”
“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 Apr 20, 2017 4:44:12 GMT
"Eeehh, not feeling like I'll puke my stomach at least---" And then suddenly the wiggly blanket cocoon stopped wiggling, as Pearl sloooowly but surely peeked her head out of it to stare at Sayvahn's own blanket cocoon with a squinty-eyed look.
"Did you seriously just... nickname my nickname?" But at least it was better to be 'Pearly' than 'Pearlate'.
The squinty eyed gesture made Sayvahn feel uncomfortable. Was the girl judging his state? No. It seemed she was judging the nickname. Thank the Gods. “…Yes?” Sayvahn answered, unsure of how to respond. “What, is there a new mandate that I should know about that says not to?” He laughed, but still did not care for the stare. Shifting slightly, he tried to make himself more comfortable. And to think of uncomfortable things. Maybe that would help things overall. “So. Does this sort of thing happen often? The whole, resurrection, thing?” Because, well, he didn’t think it did, but everyone acted like it did. Though, CAEsAL had never been normal. That was more a fact rather than a truth. Yet, it would explain why the children worship Edelweiss, as well. Rather strange, this whole thing was….
“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 Apr 20, 2017 15:52:12 GMT
"Only when someone dies. So it's preferable if it doesn't have to happen." The redhead sighed. "War has been steadily raising the number of times I've had to use it up to now though."
"Yeeeah, that. Dying is awful." Pearl shuddered. "This was my first time and gonna try to make it last too, but I've seen it before. Agate has the record up to now; she died twice." Though to be honest, the reasons why they were in CAEsAL and followed the leader varied considerably from person to person. Even if the prospect of bypassing death if it happens being a considerable perk.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Great. So this was a normal thing. Goodness. Did this happen to Vieka a lot too? Was he the only one she resurrected? Or was this normal for her too? Now he was rethinking the whole god thing. He still idolized the Raven, but Edelweiss— Edelweiss threw a cog into it all. “I-I see.” Holding his head lightly, Sayvahn’s libido at last had gone down. But, a different headache was growing. “Thanks for the healing magic, Edelweiss. I’m… going to head out now. Feel better Pearlie.” Gods, he needed to think about this. Needed to reflect, to sort, and he was not going to do that there with the nature of his headache mere feet away from him. Also, there were too many kids and a rambunctious teenager that would deter any thought process form the Dancer’s mind. So, he merely left. Did not even put on his socks fully. Just slipped into his shoes and left. But, where would he go? Home? No. He would go to the bar, and to the secret room. At least there he could think. And also smoke.
(Time skip to a few days later) Much to Edgar’s disappointment, (but Sayvahn doubted he had even noticed he was gone), the feline did not remain home that much. Or, if he did, it was merely to bathe, change clothes and the like. Sometimes Edgar would distract him, but he was overly tired. One reason was the dreams. It wasn’t because he was sleeping at the bar, nor was it because he had passed out from drinking or smoking. His dreams were just a reflection, he guessed, of his desire and confusion. They mainly culminated to God like images of Leleba, the Raven, and the Crimson Angel, but there were other elements in there too. Sexual elements. With multiple people that confused him who also should not be paired together and doing what they were doing in his dreams. And resurrection. A lot of resurrection. It was bothering him to a point that he couldn’t sleep, and thus the need for alcohol and other things to help him pass not only the time, but pass out as well. Though, that was not a healthy, nor sane, alternative. So, Sayvahn had to do what he normally did. Confront, and blurt out his feelings. Though, that took quite a bit of liquor in itself for him to muster up the energy and the guts to approach the Crimson Angel’s apartment. He knew the way, though, so that helped some things. Didn’t help when it came to knocking on her door. Sayvahn merely had been staring at the object for far too long. Been staring as if the contraption would give him an answer to his philosophical problems. He doubted it would give anything but a splinter. Thus, sighing, he knocked—hoping that maybe, she wouldn’t be home. Maybe she wouldn’t be home and maybe he had been smart to leave some money around for some extra smoke.
“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 May 9, 2017 1:02:06 GMT
Edelweiss put her book aside, standing up with a sigh as she went to attend the front door. Mondays were always busy, and while she had hoped this would have been an exception, it seemed like her personal research would have to wait nonetheless. Still, she definitely didn't expect to see the man standing on the other side of her door.
"Sayvahn...?" He was making an odd expression too. A kind of not-fully-there look. Was... was he drunk?
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
For once, he was not drunk. Or high. He had tried to approach the meeting sober. Though, he had drunk beforehand in preparation for it. So, was he still hungover from the previous night? Yes. But that was a different story. “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Edelweiss. Um, how are you today? Good I hope? Good. Um, is this a bad time to talk to you about something? It’s been bothering me for quite a bit and you know me, I just can’t let things settle or I’ll go mad and I just need to talk and well, I frankly can’t sleep and I don’t know what to do.” The elder feline laughed, though it was strained. That had not come out at all like he had planned it to, but frankly, he had not planned it out, either.
“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 May 9, 2017 1:47:50 GMT
Alright, maybe not drunk. He walked through the front entrance in a far too straight line to be drunk, but there seemed to be something off with him still, even though Edelweiss wasn't being able to pinpoint what at first. He was rambling about it anyway, it seemed like, so guessing was not necessary. Lack of sleep, he said?
"Alright. Sayvahn, it's alright." She waved a hand in a calming gesture and guided him to sit on the couch after reclosing the door. "What happened?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The Goddess-not-Goddess-Maybe-Goddess gestured him in, and he shakily nodded, quickly approaching the couch which he remembered far too well from a previous experience. Though, he couldn’t exactly place why he had visited that day. Only that it had happened. And that there was a cat. He would probably recall once he calmed down, but until then “Well, that’s a loaded question. I don’t even know where to begin, precisely, or how to begin only that it is a large topic. I mean, I guess I can start where you come in. And yes, you come in. You come in quite a lot.” Rubbing his temple, Sayvahn sighed, tilting back his head. “You know that I confessed to you and took it back and I was totally fine with that but apparently I’m not fine with it? But I am. I was totally fine with it until you resurrected Pearl. Then I wasn’t right with it.” Leaning forward, Sayvahn placed his hands together as he tried to let the words slip through. “See, the last time I saw that happen, the whole resurrection thing— well, it happened to me and I thought it never really happened. That resurrection was a fluke made up by relegions. But, I was resurrected. I was dead. Was burned alive, actually and the woman who brought me back, well….” Is my goddess. Though, could he say that, out loud? Maybe he was going to have to. “And Frankly, I just, didn’t think it was possible. I mean, how could it be possible to bring someone back to life? That is a gift only reserved to the Gods—at least, that’s what every religion I’ve encountered has told me. And, I’m not a religious person. I am, slightly, but not in the normal religion sense. A pagan, I suppose some religions would call me. More like tribal. Anywho, that is a whole different matter but not because now I see that woman as a god and then you stepped in and resurrected Pearl which apparently, although not to her, you do on a regular basis. And that threw me into a loop because what does that mean? Are you a god? Or have I’ve been confused? Maybe both? I just, don’t know. And now I’m having really fraked up dreams and I just can’t handle this at all. I mean, normally I could, but frankly, I can only handle so much!” Throwing his hands into the air, Sayvahn sighed, leaning back as he crossed his arms. “And I want to be friends with you, but now I have this whole new layer that I need to deal with and frankly I can’t sleep because when I do, your like some Goddess, Mother of War and Resurrection in my sleep bringing back people from the dead and dominating men in your bed, and the other Goddess is in there two and my first wife and so many things are going on and frankly dear, I’m getting too old to deal with this and have no clue what to do or how to face you and that’s why I’ve been getting wasted and high out of my mind.” Sayvahn groaned, wishing that the magical cat that he knew lived in the apartment would visit him and rid him of his embarrassment. Which, he was having. Already the red was lining his features, practically burning under his glasses. Lord, he was out of breath.
“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 May 20, 2017 17:25:05 GMT
"You come in quite a lot."
Hm? Did Sayvahn imply (or well, more than just imply by now) that she was responsible for his sleep issues? Edelweiss raised an eyebrow at that. Admitedly she tended to be rather self-critical and could reason to herself that she was responsible for a fair share of questionable things, but in all honesty she couldn't really see how she would be to blame for the Feline's sleepless hours.
And why/how did the redhead healing Pearl have anything to do with his feelings for her?
"Most of the higher levels of magic are what would be called a miracle - warping space, stopping time, weather manipulation, seizing the dead and the living, reversing death." Gating, Kinetics, Cryo and Aeromancy, Deceit, Necromancy, Health, etc. "It's rare, and admitedly the ones who manage to fully control those are few, but that doesn't make us ageless nor all-knowing. So that depends on what is 'god', to you. Is it an unreachable, omnipotent perfect being, or is it someone flawed? Someone mortal, who will age and die? Pray tell, Sayvahn... can your gods be killed?" Personally, no, she didn't consider herself a deity of any sort, and in fact mentally scoffed at the idea. But that was solely based on what her own definition of God was; as someone who didn't deny the existence of some unseen force from above but also neither trusted nor loved it any longer, the idea of becoming like that felt to Edelweiss like a knot forming in her throat. Everything she's learned up to that point, any strenghts gained, were all attempts of bringing back what she once lost - and all skills still had limits. A human who built a clockwork doll was, in a sense, also creating a being at their image and likeness and bestowing it with intelligence. Would that make them a god too? However, if the meaning Sayvahn is using for 'gods' is merely someone with abilities considered beyond "normal", then anyone who excelled - be it at magic, science or technology - might as well be called a god in their own right.
However, any phylosophical thoughts - no, any thoughts of any kind - were disrupted like a rock shattering against a wall after a single sentence: "I can't sleep because when I do, you're in my sleep bringing back people from the dead and dominating men in your bed."
What? Sayvahn, just, what? "....I beg your pardon??" The redhead couldn't help but give him a bewildered look. As if dreaming of her reviving the dead nonstop wasn't the oddest thing she ever heard (and in fact it was not, despite still being odd), did he really just say he dreamt of her dominating men in bed? Men, in plural? What did he even have in his head... Oh hell, this was Sayvahn they were talking about. Why was she still surprised at anything he said, she couldn't really fathom.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The ‘pardon’ and the look were taken with a grain of salt. After all, Sayvahn had said a lot. He couldn’t tell that she had focused on the “dominating men” plural part. Also, he hadn’t just meant men. But, well, Sayvahn wasn’t fully sure how Edel would feel if he mentioned there were women as well. “To which part?” Sayvahn answered instantly, though he didn’t give her a second to speak before he continued. “You know how fluid I am. That applies to my religion as well— and everything, but well, I just, don’t know how to face you. You’re right— what people would call what you do a miracle. And by everything I’ve ever learned, it would also make you a god,” Sayvahn found his voice lowering as he clutched his head, the pounding of a headache pulsating against his temple. “There are different levels of gods. Like you said, some, maybe omnipotent, but there are others. Others that walk on earth, that live, that breathe.” He was nearly out of breath, unsure how he should continue, and if he should. What should he do? “There are no flaws when it comes to my religion’s gods. Not what we consider flaws. Their design is already written, everything about them— they can be killed, or can’t be. It’s all predestined. What makes them God is not their being, but themselves— and, I’m afraid, Edelweiss. I’m afraid to see you as a God.” But was that really what he was afraid of? “I’ve seen you bleed. I’ve seen you breath. I’ve seen other gods do the same. But I’m afraid, Edelweiss.” But why was he afraid? What had they done that he could not stand her doing? “I don’t want you to leave like they do.” Because that’s what they always do. Disappear. Some, permanently, others, from time to time. But Edelweiss? If she disappeared— it made him freeze. And the chants, they rang again at the back of his head, but he couldn’t listen. Not when Vieka got rid of them. Not when she had expelled them from him with her fire, taking Damien with them. But the chants, they would always be buried, be buried so deeply that not even death could take them.
"Because you'll leave, and when you do, no mortal will be able to go with you."
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 24, 2017 4:42:50 GMT
"The 'dominating men on my bed'?" She reiterated. "In plural?" Edelweiss didn't even think there was what to be confused about what she could have referred to, since from her point of view anything else of what Sayvahn had said wasn't really all that brain-freezing. The whole set of topics he brought forth were unusual, sure, but again it was Sayvahn she was talking with. 'Unusual' was like his second name. It was just the idea she now had to repeat aloud that made her do a double-take. Her mind simply could not compute that, alright. Yes she knew what an orgy was. But the very concept that someone would ever dream, or think, of her in bed with a bunch of random people threw her in for a loop.
As for what he considered to be 'divine' and how to face her, there wasn't anything she thought was that complicated either. "Face me like you've always done." She answered simply. "Be it as a 'goddess' or as a person, or any other way you choose to believe - even following the 'god' line of thought, different deities require different manners of dealing with them. Our talks may be awkward at certain points, but I appreciate your honesty. It's a rare gift, and I don't receive it nearly as often as I wish I did."
But as for everything else... "...I don't think it's silly to worry, but that's an unwarranted fear." The redhead stated, a bitter smile forming on her lips as the words left them. She gestured to the picture frames on the coffee table, the older ones besides that one of Amon and the kids that he'd already seen before. "I'm not going to leave, or disappear. It's more likely you will (although I also hope not). Not many people last long around me, be it to go or to stay."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
No one really considered his honesty a gift. More so a nuisance—but Sayvahn did not have much time to linger on the thought. “I-I'm not going to leave. If I do it won’t be out of my own volition." He responded, still out of breath, the chants continuing to sound, but they were quieter. She said she wasn't going to leave—but could he trust a Goddess's judgement? And if not, then what could he trust? "Though, I will admit— for some reason death doesn’t linger long with me.” It was both a joke and a statement. Every time he was near death, someone found a way to bring him back. Luckily he had only fully died once. He did not want to repeat that again. Instead, he walked to Edelweiss, kneeling closely to her, not in worship. No, instead he made sure she was looking over him, and him, up at her. “I’ll look at you whatever way you want me to look at you— which from knowing you, probably would not be good to look at you in a “goddess” like fashion.” Though, that wouldn’t stop him. Savyahn lowered his eyes to the ground as if to prevent the measure. “But… the dominating men bit. Yeah. Plural. That sounds about right.” Sayvahn confessed, shrugging some as he leaned back so that now he was fully sitting on the ground, curling up a bit as he pulled his legs toward himself. "That may make things a little bit more difficult than the whole worship thing.” After all, Edelweiss was bound to be used to being worshipped. Half the children already worshipped her— but that was different. Or really, was it? Maybe it wasn't. Children have been said to be closer in-tune with the divine. Perhaps that's why Edelweiss had a whole legion of them.
“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 May 31, 2017 0:42:47 GMT
"It usually isn't." The redhead replied simply to Sayvahn's statement that if he left it wouldn't be willingly, that faint smile still on her lips mixing equal doses of resignation and the usual bitter aftertaste. In all honesty, while it might not have seemed so at a first glance, in general there was very little difference whether people she cared about left her life willingly or not. The two options were painful in different ways, but both hurt nonetheless - and sometimes things hurt you so much you stop hurting, until something happens that makes you feel again... and then it all comes back at once like an avalanche. That was one of those things, and she'd rather not delve much on it. Although to be fair the comments about death not lingering close were a little bit amusing (and oddly relatable). "Guess I can understand you a little better than I initially thought..." And that was amusing too, in a bittersweet sort of way. Mainly when coupled with how he was now curled up on the floor, looking down like a timid child, which was such a... not Sayvahn-like thing to do. And she did feel like she understood things a little better now.
...Except, again, for that "dominating men in bed" bit, that she still could not understand at all. "Does that sound like something I would do?" Honestly... And this wasn't even a judgemental nor angry question either, just filled by outright confusion with a hint of curiosity inlaid in the middle. Was that really an impression she gave people? That she'd drive pleasure from subjugating people at random to her own amusement (apparently with not even a need for specially affectionate connotations, given the "multiple" nature of his phrasing)? Or was that just a Sayvahn thing...
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
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