The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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”Where’s the usual excitement?” While never one to shy away from a tense of awkward moment, it was a rarity for the soldier to actually ask about someone. But her partner was usually a lot more chipper, and she wondered if Coheed was really getting to him.
She certainly wasn’t complaining though, too much smiling just wasn’t good for a person. But there wasn’t really room for two dark clouds in this partnership, and Kat certainly wasn’t budging.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Feb 11, 2023 13:39:59 GMT -5
"Well," he started, adopting some of his usual sarcasm, "I've just rolled my ankle in an extremely dumb way, and," he slowed his words at this part, taking a moment to sigh and give her a side eye before continuing, "and you and me have been off. And I don't like it."
Kat nodded, taking a minute with her own thoughts. Growth. Better than spitting out the first thing that came to her mind. Although the end result wasn't too far off it was better than nothing. "Well you made a mistake, consequences to your actions and such." Dragging a cat to a bath and expecting them to trust you the next time you went to touch them was a fools dream.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Feb 12, 2023 8:48:31 GMT -5
Octavius opened his mouth to protest but then closed it. He’d give her that. He knew better now.
“I get it, but,” he said, quietly but insistently making his case, “can you consider who I am in all this? Don’t just be mad about it. You know me. You know my motive.” He shrugged, thinking maybe he was wrong. Maybe she had learned him all this time without truly coming to know him.
Kat breathed hard through her nose, not from annoyance at him but just because it was more productive than screaming. She did understand his motives, but not the execution of it.
"We're partners though, supposed to come up with a plan together and all that teamwork shit." It wasn't horseshit it turned out, having a partner on the battlefield was actually probably going to be very useful. Thirteen year old Kat would have never believed it. Character growth. "Good intentions or not."
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Feb 14, 2023 13:44:01 GMT -5
Octavius wanted to grab her and shake her. He didn’t, of course, but his nose scrunched up in the expression he would make if he did. Shake shake shake. Her little head would flop back and forth and maybe she’d gain sense… or maybe just bruise her neck.
“Not always.” He protested. “Sometimes a partner has to act in the good of the other partner, even if the other can’t understand the actions. That’s the part where trust comes in. You didn’t have to like the action but,” his voice got a little quieter, a little pouty, “you’re supposed to trust me.”
While a pouty voice might get somewhere with someone nicer it only got an eye roll out of Kat. ”I trust you in certain things, but Tavi you don’t understand how complicated all of that is.” Taking a breath she didn’t think now was the time but also wasn’t going to put it off any longer. ”I need to hate Regan so that living at home is bearable. So I can live with myself.” For being so fucking stupid, not listening to anyone who told her she was being head strong. Nope, she had plowed straight ahead into a marriage destined to fail.
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2023 17:14:51 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Feb 24, 2023 2:57:40 GMT -5
The depth of Kat's unexpected words struck Octavius so squarely in the chest that his feet slowed to a stop. The words were vulnerable. They were real. He felt as if she'd just shoved her hand into her own chest and exposed a little bit of her heart. His mouth remained parted slightly, and his eyes on her were large and puppyish.
"Kat..." It almost hurt to say her name. Because he could hear her hurt. Octavius wasn't a man who generated much emotion on his own, but he ingested that of his friends and adopted it as his own. He was an extremely empathetic fellow.
"Shit. Do you want me to start hating her too?" Because he was her soldier. She was his witch. They were in this season of life together. It wasn't battle, but it was still a kind of fight.
Kat let out a sharp breath through her nose. It made her uncomfortable to talk about herself, let alone things she didn’t tell anyone. But she had seen how important this trust thing with her partner was, and as far as partners went, Octavius wasn’t the worst.
Especially in moments like this when he made it easy to laugh and roll her eyes. ”Certainly not, one of us has to make friends.” And it wasn’t going to be Kat.
”Just feel free to keep her to yourself.” And maybe at some point things could change. But for now her heels were dug in the Coheed sand on that matter.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Feb 27, 2023 7:52:23 GMT -5
Octavius nodded, hearing her, accepting what she had to say, but there was still hesitance in his eyes. He turned his face mostly from her, then looked back sharply.
"You sure? I'll do it." He started to grin as he spoke. "I'll hate her guts for you. Because you," he extended his long reach, placing a finger gently onto her shoulder, "are my witch." He smiled sincerely at that.
His witch. Kat knew that this wasn’t some possessive thing, he certainly knew better then that at this point. Or he’d meet the pointy end of her knife.
Swatting at his finger with little effort, Kat shook her head. ”Hate whoever your heart desires, except me of course.” This certainly wouldn’t work if that was the case.
Kat considered the broken bridge mended at this point. They needed to trust and work together, as without it they would be a shite pair. And the brunette had no plans to let herself be garbage at anything.
Even if it meant playing nice on occasion, although certainly not with Regan anytime soon.
Practice was not very successful. A few small black spots appeared, but nothing at significant as the first time. Frustrating as it was, at least she didn't have to do it alone.