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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 3:13:32 GMT -5
"C'ever girl!"
Oliver looks over to Iole, that determined, confident face she exhibits. So much pride and determination, caught up on in the heat of the moment. Something else enters his mind then, those images of her decimating his interrogator. It was frightening, yet in a strange way, heartfelt and extremely attractive.
"Iole, I 'new ye come back for me but, nev'r 'ike t'is! Isn't t'e guy suppose to prote't his girl? Not t'e ot'er way around." He says with a smile.
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 3:16:35 GMT -5
::Iole smirks::
You're so old fashioned.
::Then she frowns::
Hey, protecting me is what got you into this mess in the first place.
And to think all I had to do to become useful again was pop a damn meat pie into my mouth.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 3:26:33 GMT -5
Oliver nods. "True, but I cou'dn't let t'em take ye too... t'ey wanted ye. W'at t'ey kept asking me. Specia'y t'at demon... Alicia... t'e Regent has been usin' e'en dirty tactics. She said she was'te 'old ones' or sumt'in." He shudders. "I bite her face... an she didn't b'eed..."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 3:32:07 GMT -5
Well you're far away from them now. And hopefully it'll stay that way.
::She thinks for a moment::
I don't think the Regent actually knows about them. At least not all the details. But they must have been the ones who summoned that demon on Gin street.
::They keep going until they reach the ladder leading up to the manhole Iole was looking for::
We should be okay. I don't hear any fighting up there. Hey... Oliver, promise you won't tell the LPA about the villains. I don't want them getting involved in a fight they can't win. That's what I have Jas and Galeon in the city for. The best we can do right now is win this fight. I'm guessing it'll cripple their efforts and leave them powerless. That's really all we can do this time.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 3:42:20 GMT -5
"Ya..." Oliver pauses for a moment beside the ladder. "Iole, after we get de'riefed, I need to ta'k wit'ye. In private."
Violette gives them both a inquisitive raised eyebrow, curious as to what Oliver could say. "Uh oh..."
Once up the ladder, they are met with gun barrels facing them down.
"Hold fire!" Someone in the back calls. "Allies, move move!" They command. The circle of soldiers break and Connolly walks up to them. "By the gods themselves, I didn't think you could pull this off. Iole... Violette, you're a credit to your sex. Sid and this other... woman are here already - damn I'm speechless, really."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 3:45:26 GMT -5
::Nyx unneccessarily leaps forward tohelp Iole out of the man hole::
Nyx: Are you alright Miss?
I'm fine. How about you?
Nyx: No injuries.
::Iole grins at Connolly::
Captain Connolly speechless? I need a camera.
::But she glances at Oliver sadly, wondering what he could want to talk about, and at the same time feeling the weight of her actions in the basement. For the first time in her life, she had intentionally killed someone. Not only killed them, but brutally mutilated them. And the scariest part was that she had enjoyed it::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 3:51:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, don't expect to see it again. Oliver, I need to debrief you in private before the medics go over you. Iole, Violette and Sid, just hold fast, I'll debrief you all together. This is going to be damn interesting report. Stop by in a few minutes, soon as you catch your breath. I'll be in my tent." As he passes through the group, he pats Iole, Oliver and Violette on the back, smiling with a certain pride only a commanding officer can display.
"Vell, look vhat the cat dragged back." Sid emerges from the crowd. "Hope they didn't rough you up too much, comrade." He steps forward and hugs Oliver in a friendly, manly fashion. "Good to see you back."
"Heh... t'anks Sid." Oliver says, slightly embarrassed.
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 4:00:59 GMT -5
Well after the debriefing, I think it's safe to say we've all earned a night at the club. What do you guys think? Drinks are on Violette.
::Iole smiles at the other woman with a newfound genuine fondness::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 4:11:04 GMT -5
Violette smirks. "Yea, well that depends on the old pork-belly. He can be a bit of a stickler about anything of this sort, but I'll work my magic." She cracks open her cigarette case to take out another smoke. "Ollie, get to Connolly. You're going to take the longest."
"Ight, a'right." He leans in and gives Iole a peck on the cheek. "Be back in'a'it." Oliver walks off to Connolly's tent.
"So a celebration?" Sid states. "Yes, that will definitely be in order."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 4:16:06 GMT -5
(OOC: By the way, how do you like my new Avatar? I desperately want to do a "you didn't notice my new hair" joke, but seeing as you haven't yet forgiven me for the Twilight joke, I will refrain. But real reason I'm doing this is I've run out of stuff to say. Are you going to do something with Connolly before we get back to the club?)
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 4:19:00 GMT -5
((nope, we can start the next segment in Iole's and Oliver's relationship asap. Also, I noticed! just kept forgetting to say something! lol))
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 4:31:57 GMT -5
::At the Club:: ::The remaining Dragoons, plus Violette sit in a tight knit gathering at the now empty tables of Club Chocobo a Gogo, while Marrissa and Doug grudgingly pass drinks around:: Violette: Alright Iole, I bought the drinks, so I think it's only fair that you provide the entertainment. ::Iole chokes on the bananna flavored drink she's already downed two of:: What? Violette: Ollie told us you could sing. So go on, get up there. I don't think I can... Violette: Come on, sing! ::The other dragoons are already chanting in a chorus of "sing, sing, sing!" Reluctantly, Iole gets up onto the table after Sid pushes her:: But... I can't sing without a little backup. Nyx: Will this piano do Miss? ::Iole glowers:: Thanks Nyx. Nyx: Glad to be of use. Alright, but I can only sing in Elven. Call it a crutch. Nyx... how about Tsuki no Shijima? ::Nyx nods before taking a seat at the piano and begginning the interlude. Iole gulps but a reassuring smile from Oliver gives her the courage to start:: www.youtube.com/watch?v=foKr_NH5dK8
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 4:47:31 GMT -5
As Iole begins to sing, Oliver sits and watches with delight as he sips from his glass of victory gin. He feels a cold, disgusted chill though with Doug's horrid breath washes over him.
"Hey Ollie." Doug hits Oliver in the shoulder. "Been spiking ya lassy's drink with a'little of the good stuff, if you know what I mean. Ya can thank your old friend for it later."
"Doug!" Oliver sighs with disgust. "I'm so go'in to hurt ye later."
Doug, with a devilish smile of crooked yellow teeth, walks away to serve another round of drinks.
Oliver returns to watching Iole, letting her beautiful voice flow into his ears, making his fur stand on end with delightful shivers. Sid breaks his trance to ask a question. "Ollie, hate to break the mood but vhat about Iole and 'Le Enfant Terrible'? Have you told her?"
Oliver sighs and shakes his head no, staring down at the vile liquid in his glass. "I wan'to, rea'ly but..." He looks up and over to Iole, taking a swig from the glass and choking it down. "I'm afraid."
Sid leans in close, placing his hand on Oliver's back. "You got to, tomorrow is the day. If you don't, I vill."
"No, don't. I'll let her k'ow... k'ow as much as she can hand'e. Sid, do me'a favor."
"Anything."
"Tomorrow, int'e morn'in. T'at t'ing we discussed t'e ot'er day."
Sid nods. "Aye, I vill."
Oliver lets out a sad little sigh. "T'anks." Not wanting Iole to see him sad, Oliver looks back up and smiles as the song finishes. "T'at voice, gods, I 'ove t'at voice."
"Heh, that's not all you love. Coup'e of the guys pitched in for something special for you and her. Talk to me later about it."
"Oh?" Oliver turns and exclaims, raising an inquisitive brow. "Am I gon'ave to hurt ye too?"
Sid smirks and chuckles. "Depends."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 4:51:17 GMT -5
::A couple of drunken cheers ring out as Iole finishes her song and slides off the table to slink back to her seat next to Oliver. Her face is red again::
I am never doing that again.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 5:01:18 GMT -5
"Ye were wonderful t'ough!" He exclaims, placing his arm around her. "T'ink ye made Violette jealous even'ore!" He laughs, then feels an elbow jab into his ribs from Sid. "Oh, Iole, t'at reminds me. Need to'ell ye sumt'in. Here, let's go sump'ace private." He rises, beckoning her to follow.
He leads Iole by the hand to a spot backstage where there won't be any prying ears or eyes. There he stops and turns to her, something in his eyes tells her what she is about to hear she won't like.
"Before I'ell ye w'at I was gonna te'l ye, jus'wanna say t'at ye were sumt'in' amaz'in back t'ere. Not jus' on stage but since ye showed here. W'at ye did dur'in my rescue, a'l ye did... ye t'e most beautiful an' amaz'in t'ing to ever come into my life."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 5:04:36 GMT -5
(OOC: Awe)
::Iole feels a shiver run up and down her spine at his touch and his words. But through her feelings, she can still sense an incoming blow. The night on the cot comes back to mind::
What is it you're not telling me?
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 5:12:35 GMT -5
"I go'ta do sumt'in tomorrow and ye're not com'in wit' me." Oliver sighs, but he squeezes her hand tighter as he speaks. There's a profound sadness in him and a heavy weight. Iole can feel his palm is clammy and shakes. His eyes have a hard time looking into hers now, instead focusing elsewhere.
"T'e Commitsar an' t'e Party committee 'ave decided to up t'e operation date cause of me capture. I'm sure ye 'ave wondered w'at it was I've been work'in on t'e last coup'e weeks, t'at odd device? Is ca'led 'Le Enfant Terrible' an' it's a bomb. A big one."
Oliver's hand shakes more, clenching tightly, nearly hurting her hand. His breathing is strained and each word is practically choked out.
"I go to t'e Palace tomorrow, a'one, wit' t'at bomb. We (The LPA) end t'e insurrection tomor'ow morn'in."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 5:16:41 GMT -5
::Iole swallows. A lot of things are going through her mind right now. On the one hand, this could end the fight, stop the warring between the classes and give this city some peace. Then maybe she and Oliver can think more about where they're heading after this. But on the other hand, what were the odds of succeeding this mission? Even if he did succeed, would he still be able to... no she won't think about that. There has to be something she can do to stop that from happening. But even though he's averting his steely blue eyes, she can see in them that he's made up his mind::
What do you want me to say?
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Post by Oliver on Jun 2, 2009 5:25:17 GMT -5
"Not'in... jus' I cou'dn't leave wit'out te'l'in ye. Shou'd I die tomorrow, I cou'dn't leave ye be'ind sti'l wonderin'." His eyes are teary, but he fights them, holding them back the best he can. If there's anytime he needed to be strong for both himself and her, it was now. He takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Be'ore ye came back to t'is p'ace, I on'y had t'e Party an' t'e cause. T'en w'en ye sat down at t'at table wit' me in t'at cafe, I begun to rea'ize I cou'd 'ave so much more. I'd 'ever have volunteered for t'is t'en, but now I must do w'at it is I'd been trained to do since t'e war began." He stops talking, looking down to the floor as he takes ahold of Iole's other hand and clenches both. "So much 'an go wrong tomorrow... I wis' it cou'd be different."
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Post by Iole on Jun 2, 2009 5:31:06 GMT -5
::Iole can't hold back her tears as well as he can. She lets go of his hands to bring her face into his chest, tucking her head under his chin::
It's all real. You might not come back. I'm not going to try and say different. But... if you do, if it all works out like it's supposed to, if there really is a god up there who still cares about us, then... will we get to find out where we go from here? If we can stay like this? Please tell me we can so I can still have something to hope for. I can't let you go and let all that go up in smoke unless you say yes.
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