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Post by Iole on May 26, 2009 16:13:57 GMT -5
(OOC: Yeah... I think the title fits. But to get the really good philosophical ones you either need some foresight or a reeeeeeaally good understanding of the characters)
Simon: AUNTIE!!!
::Not two seconds after Iole and Oliver have landed in the courtyard, Iole is knocked to the ground by a very aggressively friendly five year old::
Oof... good to see you too squirt.
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 16:16:16 GMT -5
Oliver is practically spun around by the dashing child and with a slightly dizzy haze, he removes his goggles.
"Whoa, I've 'ad bullets fly by me s'ower t'en t'is one."
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Post by Iole on May 26, 2009 16:23:05 GMT -5
Simon: Auntie where have you been?! I missed you!
I missed you too buddy. How does my room look?
Simon: I didn't set it on fire at all this week.
::Iole rolls her eyes and gets back to her feet::
Simon, I want you to meet someone. You might not remember him, but he's an old friend of mine and your mom. This is Oliver.
::Simon turns to Oliver and waves::
Simon: Hi! My name is Simon Dante Avalerion. My mommy says I'm named for two very special people.
::Oliver can see clearly though the daylight is fading that the boy's face is an uncanny likeness of Kenny, but his hair and the color of his eyes belong to his mother::
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 16:29:56 GMT -5
"Ah, so t'is is t'e litt'e one. I t'ink I on'y saw a picture of him w'en he was but a wee babe."
Oliver squats down to Simon.
"Oliver Fray Tipp, an' yes ye do have a special name. A st'ong name too."
He messes the kid's hair as he stands back up.
"Iole, t'ink we s'ould find Lil'ith be'ore she decides cuts me bollocks off?"
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Post by Iole on May 26, 2009 16:46:51 GMT -5
::Iole covers Simon's ears::
Hey don't corrupt my nephew. That's my job.
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 16:47:59 GMT -5
"W'at!? Bollocks is a perfe'tly acceptab'e word!" Oliver says with a devious little sneer.
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Post by Lillith on May 26, 2009 16:51:07 GMT -5
Simon: Mommy's been waiting for you guys. She's right over there at the door.
::Sure enough, Oliver sees the woman almost exactly as he remembers her. Age doesn't seem to have effected her, but of course to Oliver she's always been old. She waits at the top of the stairs with her arms folded and when he reaches the top step, he expects to get chewed out again. But instead she wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly::
I've been so worried about you. It's so good to see you. Wow you've grown.
::Now that he's not as nervous, Oliver notices that she's not as tall as he remembers. In fact by normal standards Lillith is less than a hand below average height. She comes up to his nose now::
Well turn around, let me get a good look at you.
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 17:00:38 GMT -5
Oliver obliges, performing a somewhat nervous and awkward slow spin for Lillith. He strikingly looks alot like his father in many aspects, but with a smaller frame obviously from his mother's side. The still healing gash on his head from the mortar attack stands out prominently though For two days old, it has healed up quickly.
"Yea, been aw'ile hasn't it? Garden deffinit'y seems a'ot smal'er t'en w'en I remember it."
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Post by Lillith on May 26, 2009 17:07:58 GMT -5
School always does. But we're keeping as busy as ever.
::She spares a sad glance at the wound on his head::
I'll try not to let Rose see that. She'd be hovering over you forever if she did.
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 17:11:00 GMT -5
"Oh... yea t'at." He touches it and tries to adjust some of the fur and hair to cover it up. "It's not'in. Be gone in anot'er day and forever is somet'in we don't have."
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Post by Lillith on May 26, 2009 17:19:15 GMT -5
Well come in. The break room's empty. Would you like anything to drink?
Simon: Auntie come to my room! You never play with me anymore!
::Iole gets dragged off very suddenly::
Iole: I guess I'm going with Simon. Nice seeing you again Lillith.
::She waves apologetically to Oliver::
Well good. Now we can catch up. Come on I want to hear everything you've been up to.
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 17:24:26 GMT -5
"A drink!? T'ank god, somet'in t'at's not victory gin or banana f'avored soda drink."
As Iole is dragged away, Oliver waves pack with. "Hey, don't be too roug' on her, Simon! She's a de'icate litt'e f'ower!" Oliver smiles, knowing that should get Iole riled up a bit.
Back with Lillith, led to the break room, he takes an immediate seat. A comfortable chair, something he hasn't had the luxury of enjoying in a long time.
"W'ere to begin, done so much in just t'e last year a'one."
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Post by Lillith on May 26, 2009 19:33:35 GMT -5
::The small sparrow that accompanied Oliver flutters into the room spins excitedly around Lillith's head::
Well hello there Emily, it's been awhile.
::A squawk calls attention to the raven perched on the fireplace, which prompts Emily to flit back to Oliver's chair and perch on the arm rest looking very well scolded::
Well you can start with what you're doing to support yourself now. You told me the print shop had closed down. So what are you doing now?
::Lillith returns from the wetbar on the opposite side of the room with a tray of herbal tea and cakes small cakes. But next to the cakes is a hot baked meat pie::
I remembered they were your favorite. I've gotten a little better at cooking lately. With Simon and all, Rose had to teach me.
::She sighs looking at him::
Wow you've gotten so big now. It's hard to believe that once upon a time you could fit on my lap.
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 19:49:25 GMT -5
"Meat!" Oliver practically pounces upon the meat-pie the moment the tray is placed upon the table, taking up one with his bare hands, despite the heat and quickly partially consumes it before speaking again. "Oh... t'at's amazin'. Haven't 'ad meat in a month. Iole ate my 'ast ra'ion of it." He takes a cup of tea and begins to drink, but between sips, speaks.
"T'e LPA and CWP 'ave been providin' me everyt'ing wit' w'at I need. 'From each accordin' to 'is ability, to each accordin' to 'is need'. Mig't not be t'e best food around, but I don'go hungry at nig't - most'y."
He sets the tea down and buries himself into the chair. "Yea.. heh, I was pret'y small back t'en."
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Post by Lillith on May 26, 2009 20:20:55 GMT -5
::Lillith smiles watching him consume the meat, leaving a lot of the sauce around his mouth::
Well at least I know they're feeding you. They must be for you to have gotten this big. But Iole ate your last ration of meat huh? That girl can be the biggest pain. Remind me to send you back with some. Relax though, I'll send some for your Captain too. He seemed like a good guy, all things considered. So what else has been going on with you? Any special ladies after your heart yet?
::She grins conspiratorially::
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 20:45:05 GMT -5
"Uhh..." Oliver is obviously nervous about what to say next. "I... suppose, ye can say t'at but it's hard to be complete'y certain on a batt'efield. But t'e captain!" Changing the subject. "He's a good guy, jus' under a'ot of stress. T'e fight'in is gettin' intense... losin' a'ot of people late'y..." His voice drifts off before taking another sip of tea.
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Post by Lillith on May 26, 2009 20:51:23 GMT -5
::Lillith looks very somber::
I'm sorry you've had to go through that. It's hard to lose comrades. That's why I wanted you here at the Garden all those years ago. I hoped you'd never have to see anything like that again. But I can't force your choices. And it looks like you've made all the right ones so far. You've grown into a fine young man. I'm proud of you.
::She tries to brighten the conversation again::
You're right though, I can't imagine romance plays much of a part in your thoughts with all that's going on. Especially not when Iole's around.
::She catches him blush even through his fur and smacks her hand to her forehead::
Oh no. You didn't. You fell for her. I guess I should have seen that coming, but I'd always hoped you'd settle down with a nice seamstress. That one's just going to bring more trouble for you.
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Post by Oliver on May 26, 2009 21:05:09 GMT -5
"Hey!" Oliver exclaims. "I nev'r said anyt'ing about... OH FINE!" Oliver, defeat, crosses his arms. "Yea... ma'be. Guess a puppy crush kin'a got more t'en jus'a crush."
Oliver sighs, embarrassed. "An' t'anks. It's been a'long hard road an' it ain't over yet. But everyt'in in my life has been 'ike t'at."
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Post by Lillith on May 27, 2009 0:53:43 GMT -5
::Lillith smiles::
So you said you needed some information. Well I guess I can get away with telling you. But you will be sworn to the utmost secrecy.
::She looks left, right, then behind her as if to see if they're being spied on. Then she gestures for him to lean forward so she can whisper::
It's all true. The Regent secretly wanted to be a tap-dancer.
::She grins::
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Post by Oliver on May 27, 2009 1:00:31 GMT -5
Strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, Oliver doesn't appear amused by what Lillith says.
"T'at's it? We've had t'at story running t'ree years ago. I type-setted t'e blocks for t'e article. Ye had me come here, w'en my unit need'd me to te'l me - w'at I assume is a joke?" He says with frustrated hand gestures. "Lil'ith, I'm not'a kid anymore. Enoug' jokes, t'is is important. Do ye 'now anyt'in about t'e Palace or not? I've los'two friends try'in to map t'at palace out disguised as servents. T'ey were hung, from t'e Palace wit' very long ropes. We could'in retrieve t'e bodies til' t'ere necks rotted off. P'ease, be serious about t'is."
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