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Post by Oliver on Apr 21, 2009 16:31:53 GMT -5
--Sometime after the Police station raid--
Oliver sits in his kitchen at the worktable with another explosive being assembled upon it. He stares focused on it, a set of wire-cutters in his hand. He fiddles with a piece of it then suddenly stops, frozen, not even breathing. He's like this for a moment and when it apparently didn't react as he feared, breathes a sigh of relief and continues working.
Sid sits in the kitchen with him, his feet up on the kitchen table. He reads from the little red book while eating an apple and sipping on a small glass of that foul smelling Victory Gin.
A radio in the background speaks the voice of the Red Regent, bring more slanted news and updates about the last battles interspersed with songs of the revolution and speeches from Reynard and other speakers, talking about the great new lives everyone will have once the revolution is over and won.
Sid looks up from his reading when, from the corner of his eyes, spies Oliver seizing up in apprehension. "Ollie, don't blov me up." Not waiting for a reply, he turns back to his read, taking a bite of his apple then setting it down.
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Post by Iole on Apr 21, 2009 21:53:17 GMT -5
::Iole enters a short time later, careful not to startle Oliver. She's carrying two paper bags in her arms::
Alright, who's hungry. I just got back from Alexandria. I've got buffalo and barbecue.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 22, 2009 0:49:11 GMT -5
Sid looks up from his book for a moment. "You really enjoy chicken, don't you?" He states as he flips another page in the little red book.
"W'ich ever is t'e hot one." Oliver says, not looking up from his work. The device this time is different from the previous ones, it looks antiquated and is larger then his normal lot. Something peculiar about it's design too, definitely foreign made. It looks as if Oliver is trying to repair it.
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Post by Iole on Apr 22, 2009 1:01:19 GMT -5
::Iole tries not to look at the device as Oliver continues tinkering with it::
Call it the Dragon in me Sid. I've always been partial to farm animals. Dig in. So Ollie, what exactly did Josh talk to you about when he pulled you aside at the last meeting?
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Post by Oliver on Apr 22, 2009 1:08:02 GMT -5
"Dragon in you?" Says Sid with a questioning brow. "Must of been one hell of a vedding night." He states as he focuses back to the book.
Oliver stays quiet for another moment as he fiddles with a peculiar piece of the device. He grits his teeth as he bends the metal in place, but the pliers slip and his hand breaks away. He lets out a curse of frustration.
"Vhat I say about bloving me up?" Sid says rhetorically, not looking up from his book.
Oliver sets the pliers down and runs his hands through his hair and then down his face and muzzle. "Jus'about t'is t'ing here. Came in t'rough t'e underground, been wait'in on it, we have."
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Post by Iole on Apr 22, 2009 2:02:42 GMT -5
::Iole just rolls her eyes at Sid's comment about her heritage::
I didn't mean it like that.
::She sinks her teeth into her drumstick, getting a fair amount of buffalo sauce on her face as she does so. She only half listens to what Oliver says. She gets the feeling he's not telling her the whole story, and she's starting to get a bad vibe about the way he's been obsessing over this new device. But before she can contemplate further, they hear an explosion outside, coming from the northern part of the crest. It's a few leagues away, but the sound was enough to shake the entire flat::
What the hell was that?
::She jumps up and rushes to the window to see a cloud of smoke rising in the distance, and the frightening sillouhettes of the ShinRa planes looming over the area::
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Post by Oliver on Apr 22, 2009 2:11:20 GMT -5
An air-raid siren blares outside, its loud and drones out their voices.
Oliver runs to the window, peering over Iole to see. "T'ink we stirred t'e beast."
Sid, however, doesn't even flinch. He sits there, still continuing to read. "About time the Regent started using those planes of his." He flips to another page. "Cue AA-guns." He makes a clicking sound in his throat.
When he does, loud gun fire erupts from large batteries situated in the city. You can clearly see the streaks of tracers flying into the sky at the ShinRa manufactured planes.
"I'm sure... is not'in to worry about, Iole. T'ats far away from here. The Regent would n'ver bomb t'e Crest... would he?"
Sid takes another bite from his apple. "Probably." He says as he chews.
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Post by Iole on Apr 22, 2009 2:35:21 GMT -5
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Post by Oliver on Apr 22, 2009 14:13:56 GMT -5
"And get blovn up?" Sid states, flipping another page in the book. "Ve have people for these situations, ve aren't one of them." He sounds cold but there's truth in his words.
"We best see w'at happens." Oliver states, watching the scene unfold before them. "T'e radio will tall us w'at to do. Might have te get in'o t'e shelters."
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Post by Iole on Apr 22, 2009 23:27:18 GMT -5
::Iole doesn't take her eyes from the scene playing out outside the window. But her gaze does go lower toward the street directly in front of them when she hears screaming a short way off::
What the hell are those?
::Around fifty people in civilian's clothing scurry below like rats for dropped meat. A look towards the mouth of the avenue tells her instantly what they're running from. Moving together in pack at the civilian's heels are about ten four-legged creatures, each one the size of a horse. But they're covered in thick black fur and their eyes burn like hot coals::
Those look like... what August used, only stronger. What are they doing here?
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Post by Oliver on Apr 23, 2009 1:49:08 GMT -5
"T'ats... different." Oliver says, perplexed as he gazes down at the beasts.
There's a shuffle from behind as Sid gets up from his chair and joins them at the window, taking up his rifle as he does. "You tvo get to the LPA bunker, I got these." He takes up his rifle, wrapping the strap around his arm as he flings the window up. He takes aim out of it, a moment of pause, then fires at one of the beasts.
Oliver pulls Iole out of the way of the discharging shell. "Grab w'at ye can, got'e make t'is quick." Without another word, Oliver charges for his room to grab items of importance.
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Post by Iole on Apr 24, 2009 0:00:32 GMT -5
::Iole still hasn't looked away from the window, her eyes following the pack of giant dogs to what they're currently chasing. There's a young couple below, the man pulling the woman by the hand as the two of them race for their lives. All reason leaves her then as she jumps out the window, spreading her wings. She swoops above the couple and streaks for the pack leader. With one swipe of her claws, she severs its head where it rolls along the pavement. The dogs look first to the head, then to her, baring their fangs with eyes thirsty for blood and revenge::
These are almost exactly like the ones August made. They've just been improved. Someone must have gotten their hands on his research. And I'll bet whoever it was is the same person who sent that spider demon after me and Ollie.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 24, 2009 2:07:36 GMT -5
"Ollie, she jumped!"
Oliver's head peaks out from the door to Sid. "W'at?"
Sid points out the open window. "Iole, she jumped." Oliver sighs and disappears back into the room.
Sid turns back to the window, reloads and takes aim again. One of the dogs encroaching on Iole suddenly drop after the crack of a rifle is heard.
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Post by Iole on Apr 24, 2009 2:37:09 GMT -5
::As the dog goes down with Sid's bullet in its head, Iole uses the distraction to breath fire and take down the rest of the pack. Then she turns her head back to the couple::
Go on! Before more of them show up.
Man: What are you?
::Iole just growls, sending them both running again. She opens her wings and flutters by the window, offering Oliver and Sid her hand::
Which way is the bunker?
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Post by Oliver on Apr 24, 2009 16:51:06 GMT -5
They take her hand and jumps from the window, Oliver dangling with two heavy packs strapped to his back. One is the items he's been working on, the other must be the stuff he grabbed quickly.
Sid extends out his arm, with the rifle, and points to the north. "In the northern section, follov the running crovds."
Oliver looks up, then down to the ground, then up again. "Is't such ah good idea te be flying 'ike t'is?"
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Post by Iole on Apr 24, 2009 20:38:50 GMT -5
Calm down, I'll fly low.
::She swoops down to the point where their feet nearly scrape the ground as they glide. She zig zags and dives upwards to avoid the civilians who have started pouring out of their houses to run for cover. The city blurs for Oliver and Sid as it whizzes past them and in a surprisingly short amount of time, they're at the spot Sid directed them to. She lands and releases them::
I don't think we have much more to worry about from those dogs. If our men are out there, they shouldn't have any trouble. They're really not much for fighting. They're just to demoralize the enemy before the real troops move in. My Auntie used to do that. She'd send in her scarier demons first to scare who she was fighting. I guess that means we have time before they get here. So how do we get in?
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Post by Oliver on Apr 27, 2009 0:38:51 GMT -5
"Follov the gun-fire." Sid states motioning to the muzzle flashes in the streets below. The further north they get, the more dense it becomes as the LPA is pushed back to more fortified position.
A little ways up, they come to what looks like a camp with large spot-lights surrounding its outer parameters, on the roof-tops. AA-Guns and machine guns firing all around in pandemonium.
"T'ere, go down t'ere!"
When she sets them down in the camp, they are immediately rushed by LPA but they push past them and engage the demons and whatever else in the streets behind them.
"Ve find the Dragoons. Let's move." Sid commands ushering them to follow as they make their way into the maze-like cement trench system of the LPA bunker.
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Post by Jas on Apr 27, 2009 13:12:41 GMT -5
::Unknown to them, a certain stripped kitten was fallowing them without being noticed. Any chance of trying to talk to them was cut off due to their constant running. She would figure she would wait until they stop to speak to them::
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 14:21:34 GMT -5
(OOC: Mind if I just skip all the boring running for our lives and go straight to the bunker?)
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Post by Clive on Apr 27, 2009 14:28:10 GMT -5
((Go ahead))
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