The LPA
Experienced Novice
?Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.?
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Post by The LPA on May 22, 2009 3:21:01 GMT -5
"Ohh, kitty is finally showing her claws now." She makes a feline roar through a tiny smile.
"Can you PLEASE, knock it off." Sid chimes in with frustration.
Violette's hand plants itself on Sid's face and pushes him away. "Quiet, the ladies are talking. So Iole, what do you say you come work at the club. With a bark as bad as that bite of yours, you'd have the men on the knees begging for a chance."
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Post by Iole on May 22, 2009 3:29:13 GMT -5
Doug: An excellent idea, poppet.
::Douglas Fenway rears his head from among those in the camp. They don't know how long he's been listening because they hadn't noticed him before::
Doug: I've got the perfect costume in mind.
::Iole growls at him and bares her teeth, making him jump back::
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The LPA
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?Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.?
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Post by The LPA on May 22, 2009 3:40:56 GMT -5
Violette chuckles to herself as Doug is taken back by Iole's sneer and growl.
"Oh Doug, you're just too easy."
Sid is now standing with his pack turned and head in his heads, frustrated and annoyed by their antics.
"Ok, enough you three." Connolly interrupts, Doug's presence calling him over. "Doug, you're not suppose to be here. The refugee camp is elsewhere or you can go back to that festering hole you call a club."
"Oh, captain." Violette nearly moans out as she slumps herself on Connolly's shoulder. "Don't be so hard, he meant no harm. Here, let me calm you-" "Violette." Connolly raises his hand, pushing her softly away. "Not happening."
Violette humps and steps back, crossing her arms.
"Iole, Oliver is on his way back." He smiles in a chuckle. "Apparently he fell asleep during the meeting and talk of that, have you gotten some rest yet? Both of you-" He looks to Violette with a scolding eye. "Except you, you spend enough time on your back in bed as it is."
Violette hisses lightly at Connolly before turning her head and sucking down another drag of the cigarette.
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Post by Iole on May 22, 2009 3:45:41 GMT -5
Doug: Aye sir. Understood. I know when I'm not wanted.
::The horse faced man turns heel and leaves a little too quickly, and without his usual banter. Iole smiles at Connolly::
Sorry Captain. Sid and I just got here. But as long as we don't have any new orders I'm all for sleep.
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The LPA
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?Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.?
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Post by The LPA on May 22, 2009 3:51:18 GMT -5
"Oh we do... but, we have some down time, suggest you use it while you can. That's an order." He shoots her a smile. "As for you, Violette." Turning to the bitter faced woman. "We need a few gun barrels polished and I know that is right up your alley."
Violette growls.
"Well? Get moving, comrade. Or do you need a man to show you where they are?"
Violette growls louder, then stomps off.
"Well, that will keep her busy. Get some sleep, there's cots set up underneath the canopy just over there. There will be a call when its time."
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Post by Iole on May 22, 2009 3:55:47 GMT -5
(OOC: Hope this is what you meant)
::Iole can't help but feel a little satisfied watchin Violette storm off::
Yes Captain.
::She drags her feet to the cots and throws herself down on none in particular, lying on her back. But as much as she's willing her eyes to close, she can't sleep despite how tired she finally realized she was. She knows she'll be restless until Oliver's back and in her sight again::
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Post by Oliver on May 22, 2009 4:12:21 GMT -5
When the restless sleep eventually kicks in and Iole is drifting in and out of consciousness, with the sounds of people busy around here and the war in the distance, she barely notices as someone approaches her and not until the cot moves and a weight shifts beside her as someone gets into the cot and then does she feel the warm fur and Oliver's scent beside her. His arm wraps around her and holds her in close, letting the warmth of his breaths wash over the nape of her neck.
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Post by Iole on May 22, 2009 4:18:39 GMT -5
::Oliver's scent cuts through the fog in her brain. She rolls onto her side, letting him pull her closer. She tucks her head into the place under his chin and her hands move up his chest. The feeling she gets as his arms spread protectively over her is difficult to describe. It feels right in so many ways, but there's something about it that feels wrong, almost possessive. It's as if he's afraid she'll disappear if he loosens his hold. She presses herself against his form and in spite of herself she reaches for the back of his ear, stroking it softly with her fingertips::
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Post by Oliver on May 22, 2009 4:28:58 GMT -5
((last post for the night))
Oliver nuzzles his chin into her hair and lets out a gentle sigh of delight as Iole's fingers stroke the spot behind his ears, eliciting a delighted smile. He squirms a little and under her skin she can feel his fur stand on end. With another squeeze of his arm, it feels like he's trying to pull her inside him, keeping her close and safe.
"Mmmm... how did ye know?" Says sleepily as he strokes his cheek against her temple.
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Post by Iole on May 22, 2009 4:34:40 GMT -5
(OOC: Likewise)
::Those vibes she had been telling Sid about ring annoyingly in the back of her head the tighter he pulls her in. She wants to push them away. She wants nothing else to exist but him right now. She opens her eyes and pulls herself back so they can see each other and whispers::
Hey, I'm not going anywhere... are you?
::It's her weird way of asking if there's anything he's not telling her::
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Post by Oliver on May 22, 2009 16:35:07 GMT -5
Oliver looks perplexed by the question and the pause before he speaks, says more then his words are willing. "No, 'course not. Gonna stay rig't here." He shifts onto his back, letting his head rest on his arm as he stares up. "T'is cot is way to sma'l."
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Post by Iole on May 22, 2009 18:39:56 GMT -5
::Iole nestles her head back into its place beneath his chin. Maybe she was just being neurotic like her Auntie. But sage advice from that same woman echoes in her thoughts that she should trust her instincts. But she refuses to listen to that bit right now, because right now her instincts are nagging her that he's lying. Now it's her that's holding him too tight:: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuffHRacZMQ
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Post by Oliver on May 23, 2009 17:09:35 GMT -5
Oliver pets Iole's hair as he stares up, looking skyward and lost in thought. He turns his head slightly so that his eyes can get a better look at Iole, he smiles a half-hearted, sad little smile. "S'ould somt'in happen to me, w'at would ye do? Wou'd ye stay here and continue t'e fight? Wou'd you go back to t'at poofter prince? Wou'd take care of Emily?" He twirls a few strands of her hair between his fingers as he talks, his voice distant and sad.
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Post by Iole on May 23, 2009 17:33:50 GMT -5
Why are you talking like that? You sound like it's already decided.
::He can feel her back shaking and he knows she's fighting against her tears::
You can't say stuff like that to me. If you're not going anywhere then why are you acting like I'm going to lose you?
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Post by Oliver on May 23, 2009 18:02:55 GMT -5
Oliver sighs softly, to himself, contemplating the right words. "After t'e truck - it's war, anyt'in can happen an it does. I don't wan'ta go anyw'ere, don't plan to go anyw'ere but... w'at if the worse happens? I've seen so many friends die a'ready..." There's a pause as he takes several deep breaths. "W'at makes me different t'en t'em, if t'ey can die... t'en so cou'd I."
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Post by Iole on May 23, 2009 18:09:27 GMT -5
::Oliver's words paint a grisly picture. She can vivdly see his recent brush with death at their last raid. The thought and his words of his very probable death fills her with rage that makes her tremble. Violent thoughts fly through her head and she doesn't like it. She sees herself with claws and fangs bared, shredding the Regen't guards to bloody ribbons. It frightens her, the amount of pleasure she takes from watching them die, watching herself cut lives short out of revenge::
Please... please just don't talk about it. I know it's possible, but I don't want to think about it. Just, for now, lets enjoy the quiet.
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Post by Oliver on May 23, 2009 18:34:08 GMT -5
"Yea... enjoy t'e quiet w'ile it lasts." Oliver's eyes drift skyward again and he shifts once again, letting his tail fall to the side of the cot. He nudges in closer beside Iole, taking his free hand and clasping hers tightly.
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The LPA
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Post by The LPA on May 23, 2009 19:45:34 GMT -5
It's another few hours when the call to muster sounds, its not the late afternoon and a warm summer shower has begun that coats the city in a darker, dreary paint. Sid awakes Oliver and Iole, tapping them with his hand.
"Hey, vakey vakey. Time to fall in. Get yourselves together and meet us by the munitions dump."
Oliver jostles Iole awake and the two of them, in a post-sleepy haze, follow after Sid till they come to a group assembled of the remaining Dragoons and a speckle of civilian soldiers. Before them a table with a city map and tiny game board pieces that represent troop movements. A few officers stand opposite the crowd, calling off names and issuing out rations. Dingy tin cans filled with a slop reminiscent of pet-food, despite its looks, the taste has a strange tendency to grow on you.
"Eat! Eat! Quickly, need to keep your strength." Commands the officer tossing the cans out to those whose names are called.
After the names are called, Connolly emerges from a nearby tent along with several other officers. He stands behind his fellow officers, static, as the next battle plan is explained. It's a simple plan to squeeze the remaining Guard out of several connected districts, essentially handing two-thirds of the city over to LPA control. For their part of the operation, the civilian soldiers are to be sent in first, followed closely by Red Dragoons support and an armored detachment. Their section taking them through the heart of a upper-class residential area, an occupied residential area that failed to evacuate due to the sudden push yesterday morning. What is said next, strikes a chord with Iole and Connolly doesn't appear to approve of the order ether.
"All non-LPA presence in the battle-zones are to be considered combatants and treated as such."
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Post by Iole on May 23, 2009 20:12:56 GMT -5
::Iole can't stand it anymore. She leans over and whispers to Connolly::
Captain, is there any other way we can launch the assault without using the Civilians as meat-shields?
::But she knows despite whatever morality issues he's having with the decision right now, she knows that when push comes to shove, it's out of his hands. Then an idea strikes her. It would be risky which is why she hasn't attempted it up until now, but that was before civilian lives were at stake::
Captain, talk to the commander. Have them let the civilians hang back and send me instead.
::She gets the shock from him she was expecting::
Trust me.
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The LPA
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Post by The LPA on May 23, 2009 20:27:38 GMT -5
"Sorry, Iole, the orders are from the top. Nothing we can do to change them now..." Connoly then leans in closer to her and whispers. "Speak to me after the briefing."
"If you have a problem with our Commitsar's great plan, then perhaps, comrade, you might find it more to your liking to clean or if you really are committed against the Commitsar's plan, a spat in detention?" States coldly the officer going over the plan as the other soldiers around him stare at Iole.
Oliver jabs Iole in the rib and speaks out of the corner of his mouth. "Don't 'ake a scene, p'ease."
"Well, comrade, what have you?"
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