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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 1:47:18 GMT -5
Connolly waits for Iole to get back to work, then walks outside and grimaces as he applies the balm to the wound under his vest. He muffles a curse under his breath.
"Captain?" Asks one of his soldier, looking back at him from his post.
"It's nothing comrade, keep your eyes out there." He responds back.
Inside, Iole feels a warm hand on her shoulder. "you need some rest, stay vith Oliver. I'll assist the medic, besides-" He points to his once torn ear, now crudely stapled together and a cura and some balm applied to it. It looks silly, almost Frankenstein monster like. "It'll keep my mind off this." And for the first time since Iole has known Sid, she sees him smile lightheartedly. "Go to him, keep him talking."
Resting against the counter, Oliver sits propped up, his head bobbing up and down, his eye struggling to keep open and alert as possible.
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 1:56:42 GMT -5
::Since she's begun helping the medics, Iole's been upgraded from the makeshift bandaging she had been doing to stitching wounds up with a needle and thread. Mostly she's been working on the men who have already passed through the worst of it, so she does most of her work alone::
No, I'm alright. I can keep going. You're in worse shape than I am. I could have come out of there a lot worse than I did. If it hadn't been for you, I might be on one of these tables. I think I owe it to these guys to use the parts of me that still work. Right Erin?
::The young man she's working on forces a smile::
Erin: Thank you kindly Miss Iole.
Alright, it looks like I just need to tie it off now. You're lucky the medic got to you in time. You could have lost this leg. I'll come by again if they decide you need some sedatives.
Erin: I think I'll be okay.
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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 2:16:09 GMT -5
((Irish nationalism much? :3))
"It's just an ear and some cuts but if you insist. The minute you tire, you rest, hear me? Ve don't knov hov long this calm vill last." Sid takes one more look at Oliver, whose still nodding in a daze. "Don't even think about it. Iole, keep a little eye on him for a minute. Need to speak to the Captain. If he tries sleeping, kick him."
Sid turns and walks outside, finding Connolly sitting in a wrought iron chair beside the door, his arm still clenched around his stomach, applying pressure to the wound.
"Comarade Captain, any vord?"
Connolly exhales and shakes his head no. "We're cut off for good but, the fighting sounds to be coming for the northwest a click or two from here. Let's pray it stays there. I wouldn't expect reinforcement or relief anytime soon, we'll bunker down here and hope for the best."
"The technical?"
"The gun is still good, that's about it. Got enough ammo to hold off if nothing large is thrown at us. Whats the report on the wounded?"
"Out of the nine ve brought in, four have died since ve arrived. Another one probably von't survive the night. Rest vill be alright, if you can call it that."
Connolly nods. "That makes thirty-two dead, right into where they retreated... how stupid could I have been? Caulk one up to our intelligence. I'll be inside in a moment, kinda afraid to stand right now. Know its going to hurt pretty bad."
"You going to be alright, comrade?"
"Yeah, had worse. Just in an odd spot."
"Alright, captain."
Sid returns back into the cafe, giving Oliver a little kicks in the leg to keep his head up. "Hey, vhat I say?" He walks to the other side of the bar and fiddles with some of the coffee machines and rummages around, looking for something to drink.
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 2:24:45 GMT -5
(OOC: No, the name just kind of came to me. Which is weird because I usually don't spell it that way. Maybe I'm just channelling that song you sent me)
::Iole gives in and moves to sit near Oliver::
Hey Ollie. You look like hell.
::She inspects where his wounds were treated::
Do me a favor? Never scare me like that again.
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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 2:34:52 GMT -5
Oliver smiles slightly, making a painful chuckling sound. "Next'ime... I'll warn ye..."
"He speaks!?" Sid exclaims popping up from behind the bar counter, with a bottle of mineral water. "You're one lucky SOB, Ollie. Only one that survived being throvn from the truck and in pretty good shape. Someone must like you up there." Sid leans over the counter and drops the bottle of water beside him, it makes a loud clank as it hits the tile floor. "Here, drink it." With that, Sid returns back to rummaging.
Oliver rolls his eyes. "Ye a'right...?" With a heavy, weak hand he rubs the top of Iole's thigh. "Iole, a'ter t'e bombs an' rocket... subside an' t'is campaign is over... let's go... dancin', 'ike we did t'at one night." He rambles off then head lowers then shoots back up. "I'm awake, I'm awake."
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 2:43:20 GMT -5
::Iole flicks his nose playfully with her finger, making sure he stays awake::
Good. Because mark my words, if you started floating away from us, I'd have no choice but to fly up there and drag you back down. And it wouldn't be pretty.
::She smiles, thinking back to the memory he had just recalled::
Come to think of it, it's almost St. Stephen's Day again isn't it. You know I still celebrate it with Nyx. And every year I sing that song we danced to. What was it called again?
(OOC: I love being able to play around with the timeline since we never actually establish one)
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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 2:50:46 GMT -5
((Actually, based on what has been happening and since we started in spring, it would still be at least 6-7 months before St. Stephens day, as that took place in mid winter, but who is keeping track?))
Oliver laughs lightly. "Not... quite Iole, not quite. An t'e song was Humors of G'endart, I think." Oliver looks around, his head still swimming though. "W'at happened... exact'y? I remember holdin' ye close beside me in t'e truck... t'en it gets all wobbly and wonky."
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 2:57:41 GMT -5
(OOC: Eh, I'm still taking refuge in the Freyan timeline excuse)
::Iole's face flushes as he spouts what happened between them in his daze::
I don't remember much either. I had to have Sid here save my hide as usual.
::She slugs Sid playfully in the shoulder::
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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 3:04:23 GMT -5
"Hey!?" Sid yelps, not more then a moment of returning form the other side of the counter with another bottle of water and he gets slugged in the shoulder. "If I knev you vere gonna beat me, I'd not of jumped on you." He says playfully, popping the top of the bottle. He downs a quick swig of it then gives some to Oliver.
"Ve rolled right into the spot where the Guard had regrouped after the Crest attack. Think ve spooked them as much as they did us, anyvay they started launching mortars and vhatever else they had at us and one hit the truck. Flipped it, vas quite the ride, too bad you decided to fly out of it." He puts the bottle down. "Ve retreated to this spot, not really sure vhere but away from them. Ve're cut off and the LPA doesn't knov vhere ve are but least ve got plenty of this expensive imported vater and coffee."
Oliver rolls his head. "I hate coffee..."
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 3:11:21 GMT -5
Well until we're sure that concussion isn't going to come back and bite you in the ass, drink up.
::Iole is distracted by a fluttering that whirls past her head to land on Oliver's lap::
Well there you are Emily. Where have you been?
(OOC: Thought I'd establish she's still around)
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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 3:17:51 GMT -5
((I knew she was there, but a bird in a warzone isn't too safe! )) Emily bounces around in Oliver's lap then flutters up to his shoulder. "Eay... Emily, t'ought I to'd ye to stay wit' mum?" A shadow falls over them as Connolly walks in, no longer clenching his chest but his stride suggests that he's in a lot more pain then he's willing to admit or let-on. Sid stands as he enters. "Capt-" "The dead?" "Right this vay comrade." Sid leads Connolly to the back, leaving Oliver and Iole by themselves once more. "Oh... t'ats not good. Never seen t'e Captain look 'ike t'at." Oliver states as he watches the two enter into the cafe's kitchen in the back. "How many did we loose?" He asks of Iole.
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 3:24:15 GMT -5
::Iole bows her head::
I'd say it was somewhere in the thirties for our unit.
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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 3:32:32 GMT -5
Oliver groans. "A'most the entire unit..." He raises his hand to stroke Emily on his shoulder. "Least ye are a'right. Dunno w'at I'd of done if somethin' happen to ye, draggin' ye into t'is in t'e first p'ace. So I 'ever asked ye, but... is w'at Sid said ear'ier true, about ye. I k'ow ye 'iked me an all but... I don't'ink I really noticed how much ye 'iked me. Guess I got all caught up in t'e fightin' wasin' really t'ink too hard on it."
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 3:42:50 GMT -5
::Iole closes her eyes, keeping her hand enclosed around his::
You know, for awhile after we met, I thought of you as my little brother, how I had to look out for you because you were the youngest and the smallest. I don't know when things changed, when you started protecting me, and saying things that made sense out of a lot of my confusion. Auntie didn't have much time to tell me about any of this. I mean, I've seen it before, like how it happened with Lillith and Kenny. But it's totally different now that it's actually happened. I didn't even realize it completely until Sid said something.
::She rolls her eyes::
Sharpshooter's eyes caught it faster than I did.
::She sighs, heaving her shoulders as she does::
I guess what I'm trying to say is yes, it's true. But at the same time, I don't know where to go from here.
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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 3:52:26 GMT -5
Oliver smiles, closing his eyes as she speaks. "Heh, dunno too much about it ei'her but... jus'let it happen natura'y or somethin'. Least t'at's w'at I'd imagine someone to say about it. Guess 'love' can bloom on t'e batt'e field aftera'l?" He leans his head forward and looks to Iole, with those sharp blue eyes of his. "Jus hope it isin on'y because of t'e situation we've gotten outse'ves in." He chuckles to himself. "W'at have we gotten ourse'ves into? T'ink that's t'e question."
He grabs the mineral water bottle beside him and raises it to drink, but ends up bumping himself in the nose with it. He growls lowly. "Seems my motor ski'ls are a 'ittle off still. Heh, sure ye 'ike a guy t'at can't even drink from a bott'e right?"
((Alright bed time))
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 3:58:21 GMT -5
(OOC:That's just what I was about to say. One last post!)
::Oliver tries to lift it to his lips again, but Iole pulls his hand back down, her blue eyes staring into his. Just let it happen naturally. She doesn't think, just feels what her body wants her to do. She leans forward, and then she's close enough for her eyelashes to brush Oliver's face as they close, the soft flesh of her lips meeting his fur::
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Post by Oliver on May 10, 2009 13:13:49 GMT -5
Oliver eyes grow wide as Iole's lips meet the fur of his face, his heart racing a mile a minute, like it will explode out of his chest.
"Don't think! React!"
Oliver turns his head slightly and his lips meet hers, his arms though weak with pain, wrap themselves around Iole's body and pull her in a little closer to seal their lips together in the kiss.
"Sleeping together, included." Sid walks by, interrupting their moment.
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Post by Iole on May 10, 2009 13:52:02 GMT -5
::Iole pulls back, still looking down at Oliver with his arms around her. Her face has reddened again. The feeling that had come over her had been strong enough to make her forget that they weren't alone::
I guess we kind of set ourselves up for that one.
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Post by Oliver on May 11, 2009 1:11:22 GMT -5
"Oh we'l!" Without hesitation, Oliver quickly leans in and gives Iole another deep kiss, regardless of what others may say. He breaks away with a smile. "Was worth it."
Shortly after that, Connolly returns to the dining area with that stock expression and approaches Sid, who is loading his rifle. The talk for a moment, then walk out of the cafe together. Through the glass, Oliver and Iole watch as Connolly pats Sid on the back before Sid walks off, out of sight. It's dusk now, perhaps not more then an hour before nightfall.
Connolly walks back inside, walk around the bar-counter and begins to operate the coffee maker. As his brew peculates, he walks back around and takes seat in at an empty table, wincing in pain as he sits, then relaxes. He looks to Oliver.
"You doing better?" Oliver nods, eyes addressing him. "Yes, comarade captain." "Good to hear, Iole not bothering you too much?" He says with a smile. Awkwardly Oliver looks away and half-laughs while Connolly chuckles. "Kids."
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Post by Iole on May 11, 2009 1:15:53 GMT -5
::Iole finds the heat in her face rising again, and busies herself with checking Oliver's bandages::
How's the wound Captain?
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