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
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
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Post by Regan Lassiter on Jun 3, 2023 13:13:49 GMT -5
Regan thought for a moment, for it was a question she didn’t have a ready answer to. The full moon hunger was gone, which afforded her greater clarity, but that wasn’t it. There was something else, something she didn’t want to admit to and that made her cheeks continue to burn.
“It's Warren. I didn’t think I could hurt him. And even if I could, I didn’t think it mattered,” Regan said, words slow and grumbling as if she were embarrassed to say them in all their mushiness, “But I…I could hurt him. And it does matter. And I gotta…he and I are…you know.” Regan cleared her throat, averting her eyes.
“I’m not gonna quit him, so I can’t keep up…this. That’s just…I’m sorry, it’s what it is.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 3, 2023 16:51:23 GMT -5
Aldrich raised an eyebrow while she spoke, his facial expression a mix between disbelief and being amused. But he wasn't really amused. It was just so ridiculous that it wanted to make him laugh.
He didn't quite know what he felt, but he was hurt. It felt like a punch to the gut, but mostly because he just hadn't expected her to be the kind of woman to settle down with one person. The night in the shed certainly hadn't made it seem like it. Regan liked to have fun, and maybe the worst of all was that she had found it in Woodwick. He didn't really resent the man, but there definitely was some tension between them. Even before the ball, but when they both wanted to talk to Regan at the same time while under the influence of the spiked wine (which he still didn't know about), it had become worse.
So he did the only thing he could think of, and the only thing that fit his character: ridicule the situation.
A loud, roaring laugh came from the Lieutenant. "Shit, Regan", he said, a grin still on his face although there was little kindness left behind his eyes. "If your boyfriend doesn't allow you to have friends, you could've just said so."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jun 3, 2023 17:50:55 GMT -5
Regan, uncomfortable as she was with the whole thing, needed little urging to go on the defensive. Her brow pinched together in irritation, turning even darker with embarrassment.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Regan said, once again sounding like a child, “And besides, last I checked ‘friends’ don’t fuck one another in equipment sheds. So if you think we’re just—just friends then…then you’re kidding yourself.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 4, 2023 11:31:05 GMT -5
The irritation and embarrassment was exactly what Aldrich's goal had been.
"He's not?" Aldrich asked, but it was nothing more than a sarcastic, perhaps even rhetorical question. "What's all this about not quitting him then?" He put his hand together and held them next to his face, trying to look dreamy and girly while quoting Regan.
He put his hands down on his desk again and huffed. "Friends can't fuck? What was what we did in the shed about for you, then? Because I certainly don't consider you to be more than a friend. Hence me trying to make sure you were okay at the party, but now I see you have a very odd definition of what friends are, and what they can and cannot do." He raised an eyebrow.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Jun 4, 2023 11:34:28 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jun 6, 2023 12:34:08 GMT -5
Oh, he’d done it. Aldrich had cracked the code, found the exact entry to one of Regan’s most profound insecurities: the fear she was delusional; silly for romanticizing whatever it was she and Warren were to one another. That she overestimated her importance. That one day, he’d wake up and realize that it was all a mistake. Just like Logan had. That a fuck between friends in the equipment shed was the best she could ever hope for.
“Fuck you,” Regan said, reverting to simplicity in her clear agitation, deciding to go on offense, “If fucking me was so meaningless why are you getting so twisted about it, huh? Why do you care so much about some bullshit moment at a party? So I blew you off, so I went to Warren, why are you getting so damn huffy about it? I’m sorry your feelings got hurt.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 6, 2023 15:28:38 GMT -5
Had he mistaken Regan for a twelve year-old? She had seemed mature when they first met, but whoever it was that stood in front of his desk now was pitiful and delusional.
She also wasn't making any sense at all. In his opinion, friends could fuck, and they did. And because he had considered her a friend, he had wanted to check if she was alright, but apparently she was too caught up in whatever situationship she and Woodwick were having.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, in an insulting, but genuine way. "I have no idea what the fuck you're on about. Did you need something, or did you just want to come over to ask my blessing for fucking my superior? Because I don't care, either way. Just speak your mind."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jun 7, 2023 18:46:06 GMT -5
“I did,” Regan snarled, “But I’ll get it from someone else.”
And with that, Regan turned to storm out the door. Even though guilt and embarrassment sat cold and heavy in her gut, Regan held on to the conviction that she was right. That it was Aldrich who had blown this whole thing out of proportion. Right, wrong, or indifferent, she would step out of that office certain that Aldrich had been a mistake made to satisfy a hellhound craving.
Last Edit: Jun 7, 2023 18:46:21 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 8, 2023 7:17:34 GMT -5
"Fine", he snarled back.
Regan seemed to be forgetting that Aldrich still knew a pretty big secret about her, and that it would surely benefit her to be nice to him. But Aldrich also wasn't a monster. Just because the friendship between him and Regan hadn't worked out, wouldn't mean that he would tell everyone and their mother about the hellhound within Regan.
Once she was out of his office, he sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. Woodwick? Really? He would just have to tell himself he was better looking than that guy. But it did hurt to lose a woman like Regan to a man like Woodwick.