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Post by Oliver on Apr 4, 2009 2:04:20 GMT -5
"A'ways full of surprises. Come on."
Oliver leads Iole out of the LPA chow-hall to the streets and from there, up a winding road through the heart of the Crest.
"I never did t'ank ye for wat ye did back tere in the old buildin. Rea'y saved me tail. Heh, ye spiders... kind a creepy. Demon spiders more so."
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Post by Iole on Apr 4, 2009 2:08:31 GMT -5
So you are arachnaphobic. Pretty weird, considering. Never mind. If it makes you feel any better, Kenny is petrified of snakes. Next time we see him, remind me to shift into one.
::She slugs his shoulder playfully::
And don't worry about the rescue. I told you we're family. You'd do the same for me.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 4, 2009 2:40:39 GMT -5
"Still... not everyday someun can say t'ey were saved by a pretty girl." He says with a smile, then points up ahead. "T'ere, just a bit further."
They've been walking up a steady incline for a good few blocks, the street turning form rows of homes to trees and park-like greens. Up further is a ruined cast-iron gate, falling into years of disrepair.
"'ittle bit further an we'll be in t'e best stop in all of Lindblum."
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Post by Iole on Apr 4, 2009 2:44:43 GMT -5
Should I close my eyes?
::She says sarcastically::
Come on, what's with all the mystery?
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Post by Oliver on Apr 4, 2009 18:55:08 GMT -5
"No need."
Passing through the iron gate, they come to a green covered clearing. Its clear that its a graveyard, long since left to decay. A brilliant monument is situated center with an angel atop the base, looking to the sky and a brass plaque adorns the surface of the stone base. Beyond that is the edge of the hill which rests this graveyard and from there you can see almost the entire city expanse, encased in the towering walls.
"T'is, isn't it great. A'ways use te come up here... not much now t'ough."
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Post by Iole on Apr 4, 2009 23:33:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Not where I thought he was taking her, but close)
::Iole's eyes first fall on the stone angel, holding her gaze with its haunting mournful beauty. She runs her fingers over the plaque as she reads the names. They're all the names of women, and the first name gives the others meaning for Iole. These are the names of the women August had killed in that senseless rampage. And the first name forces hatred to make its way into her thoughts; the name of Emily Tipp::
You miss her a lot don't you.
::She says it without thinkng. How different would things have been for Oliver if she had been here? If August had never killed her, would he have been happier now? Would he still be involved in the gunfire that was consuming Lindblum? Then her eyes fall at last on the city, layed out in front of them like the stars had fallen from their perches to grace the city::
Oh... Ollie it's beautiful. I'll bet the Regent himself doesn't have a view like this.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 5, 2009 2:38:22 GMT -5
"Aye, still got te photos in me pocket." He says, lightly tapping his chest. "Never go anyw'ere witout her, her and Emily... the sparrow... not me mum. Not crazy or somet'in." He chuckles softly then turns to look out over the great expanse. He motions to the tallest structure in the city, a large edifice that rises high over the streets and is part of the great wall. The palace of the Regent. "T'at's where te Regent is... no mater how high I go, he'll a'ways be just a lil'higher. Ye know." He pause for a moment, his mouth gaping open as he attempts to formulate the right words. "I bet tis wat it's like for a god. Looking out over on all te tiny people going about t'eir lives blissfully unaware of the eye in the sky, makin sure t'ey prostrate themse'ves in revernce. An since te Regent is the highest standing one of us all, guess tat makes him think he's a god. All so very disconcerting..." He kneels down and picks up a small stone that was at his feet. "But t'ats ok, cause ye see, I'm gonna throw a dagger inta heaven." He flings the stone into the sky, watching it for a moment to see how far it goes. "T'at's exactly what I'm gonna do, right between gods eyes."
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Post by Iole on Apr 5, 2009 2:42:46 GMT -5
Ladies and gentleman, Oliver Fray Tipp, Slayer of Tyrants and Hero of the People!
::Iole giggled until she saw Oliver's serious expression::
Oh I'm only teasing. I'm just saying you sound like you're getting a little ahead of yourself. I know I'm a little idealistic, but I don't think it's as simple as taking off the head of the monster.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 5, 2009 2:49:36 GMT -5
"Yea... well... cut te head off ta snake, te body dies." He plops down into the grass with his knees raises so he can rest his arms on them and his chin on those. "One day, t'at castle will fall. Mark me word, all te marble an gold will come crush'in down ontop of te Regent's crown. See it protect his head t'en, I will! Squish, jus'ike a bug!"
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Post by Iole on Apr 5, 2009 3:07:41 GMT -5
Well pardon me for not being quite as enthusiatic.
::She looks out at the sparkling lights of town again as they dance over the landscape. She takes a seat on the grassy hill, its blades looking greenish blue in the moonlight. Its soft white light almost makes her glow::
But I've been trying to focus on other parts of this battle besides the fighting that will help me deal with what I'm doing now.
::She fingers the blades of grass under her knuckles absentmindedly::
When I was at Lindblum last, I saw people who were either content with the sad lot that had been handed to them since birth, or frightened into submission, beaten by wars and battered by opression. But now the Crest is alive with people who feel more than just the apathy of their day to day routine. I see people who have more to look forward to than the struggle of earning enough gil for their daily bread, because they are willing to stand up and fight for it. This isn't just about fighting the Regent. It's about giving these people hope. They fight like twenty men because they have something bigger to believe in. That is what's really going to topple the Regent. Like my Auntie always said; a lowly unarmed peasant who fights for a cause is stronger than ten hired soldiers.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 5, 2009 3:17:01 GMT -5
"Ya, but as long as t'ere stands t'at buildin, it'll a'ways be a symbol to our oppression. Ah building is a symbol, as destroying it. Symbols are give'n power by people. A symbol, by itself is powerless, but wit' enough people behind it, blowin' up a building can change t'e world." He looks up, towards the palace and grimaces. "Te people here can fight till te last one, but wit t'at place and t'e Renget staring down at us from it, we'll never be free. Hope can on'y get one so far."
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Post by Iole on Apr 5, 2009 3:33:58 GMT -5
I know.
::She sneaks up behind him and gives him a small peck on the cheek again::
That's what I'm here for.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 7, 2009 13:38:07 GMT -5
In the time they stare off into the city together and the cool air brings about a chill in the earth, Oliver realizes he forgot something. "Oh! Uh... Iole, quick ques'ion. Remember Violette? Shes putt'in on a show tonig't, if ye interested in seeing her 'work'." His voice trails off. "Wonder who shes tak'in tonig't." He snaps back. "But ya, is a good show, she has'a great voice, she does."
((Nets been spotty -_-))
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Post by Iole on Apr 7, 2009 13:49:27 GMT -5
::Iole clenches her fists::
How could I forget.
::She straightens her face and tries to sound indulgent::
Alright, sounds like a good idea. But you go on ahead. I'll catch up. I have something I need to do. It won't take more than a few minutes, I promise.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 8, 2009 0:38:49 GMT -5
"Oh... a'right, don'take too long!" He shoots Iole a smile. "Her c'ub is in te fashion district, on te edge of te yellow zone. Club "Chocobo à Gogo", can't miss te neon sign, doubt ye will have any prob'ems gettin tere if ye use that nifty ability of ye's."
As he stands and turns, he gives her shoulder a very light grazing of the finger. "Cya in'a'bit."
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