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Post by Kerion on Nov 29, 2011 17:34:05 GMT -5
::Kerion notes Jas has been awefully silent since Ren made his description::
"You alright Jas?"
Jas: I'm fine.
"You're not looking like it, not like you to be THIS quite."
Jas: I'm just exhausted. I'll be in my quarters.
::Jas walks out::
Kyran: He's hiding something, I know it.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 29, 2011 18:21:05 GMT -5
Oliver furrowed his brow, peeved by Gwen’s questioning of Lilith ability for insight. “’isten, if t’is is for Natalia, s’ouldn’t the one who runs t’e p’ace she use to own mig’t be t’e best recipient of t’is letter.” There was an unusual heaviness in the air since the realization of who this letter was for, it almost felt as if some knew who may of sent it and it was good. “An’ w’at’s wit’ all the gloominess about t’is? It’s a damn letter. W’o sent it t’at would of got Jas all moppy?” Oliver was completely clueless and he wasn’t enjoying being left in the dark.
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Sigismund
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My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Nov 29, 2011 20:30:15 GMT -5
::Stefan laid a hand on Oliver's shoulder and spoke so only the two of them could hear, making a point of indicating Gwen so they could steer themselves away from her prying ears::
Stefan: No one appears to know who sent it. I think you're missing the point. If Iole was raised by that woman, then she'd be another likely recipient. But she didn't seem to want anything to do with it.
::He placed his other hand over his chest::
Stefan: And wherever she is right now, she's deeply upset. I think you should go talk to her. I'll stay here and keep the discussion going. I'd like to get to the bottom of this as much as you do.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 29, 2011 21:54:27 GMT -5
The chocobo gave a blink or two at the sound of its name and nuzzled its face closer to Iole's. Its body sank down next to the girl's feet lying softly as if it had found a nest to sleep on. Plunder rested by Iole crowing softly as it adjusted its head comfortably on her lap, happy and content with it's name.
(OOC: Plunder is a very surprising but simple name! Suitable for a combat chocobo. That's right! She is a fighting chocobo.)
Meanwhile, at the bridge...
Ren sat back on the chair as everyone had their own discussions going. They seemed to handle the situation better than he would, since they had some clues on possible recipients for the letter. Ren turned to the lady who seemed to be in deep thought. "If you don't mind umm, miss," Ren was quite unsure on what to call her. "It would be nice for you to give me back some my energy, right? And a name, if you don't mind. I do really like calling people by their names." Ren spoke as if he was mocking a formal tone, something he thought was suitable for such a lady with such poise in her words and movement.
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 29, 2011 23:09:30 GMT -5
(OOC: Awe does Ren have the hots for Gwen?)
::Gwen turned to Ren::
Such a gentleman, you ask so nicely. My name is Guinevere. But everyone here seems komfortable enough to kall me Gwen. And since you asked in such a polite manner,
::Gwen placed her hand on his shoulder briefly and Ren felt his strength rush back into him. In fact it came a little too quickly and his head suddenly throbbed::
Sorry, I should have warned you of the effekts. You kould have simply waited for it to return on its own.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 30, 2011 2:07:07 GMT -5
Oliver let out a little sigh, "Ye rig't, just know full well to give her a tad bit'o space before goin' to ta'k with her. Think it's been long enoug', let me know if anyt'ing comes up."
With that, Oliver left the same way Iole had. He wandered the corridors for a bit, trying to find where she had wandered off to sequester herself and her tears. He found her, eventually, with the Chocobo, her eyes red from silent sobs. He approached, softly.
"Iole?" He called, "T'ere ye are. Been look'in for ye. How are ye doin', know Natalia is a touc'y subject..." He glanced to the chocobo resting its head in her lap. "Seem t'e big bird has tak'in a liking to ye - anyway, ye going to be a'right, worried about you. Don't remember t'e last time I saw ye like t'at, least not since I left for Tricuetical. Want to ta'k about it?"
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Post by Iole on Nov 30, 2011 2:31:49 GMT -5
::Iole had since wiped away her tears and when Oliver came back she put on the biggest smile she could muster for him::
It's nothing to worry about. Someone brought up my Auntie and it reminded me how much I miss her, that's all. Really I'm fine.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 30, 2011 3:28:57 GMT -5
"Ye never really ta'ked much about her to me, w'at was s'e like?" Oliver curiously asked as he sat down beside her, and then gave the chocobo a little pet on the beak. "I mean, I've 'eard stories from Clive and ot'ers, but never really who she was to ya. T'ough despite everyt'ing, she did sound like an incredible woman from w'at little I had heard."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 30, 2011 3:35:58 GMT -5
(OOC: Ren doesn't really have the hots for Gwen, but you can say he can get a bit assertive to dateable women. He's into the tomboyish type (but you never know... ), but I don't plan for his love life to be a point to focus on. I'll probably just have him save Gwen from a couple of close troubles.) A migraine surged through Ren's head as he leaned forward to palm his forehead. "Phew! You could've at least told me about it. Now, there's something I got curious about. I know it's a bit rude to ask this but what have you people got to do with the destruction in Figaro? My client told me that there was 'turmoil' happening in there and that I should head there or to Doma where there was turmoil happening as well." Ren rested his back on the chair as he closed his eyes from the sharp pain from his temples. "And don't get me wrong, but I suspect this may be a long story. You can tell me while this headache keeps me wobbly. I'm all ears, Gwen." (OOC: Don't summarize the whole SL. Just skip forward to the time after Gwen tells Ren the story. I read the posts already.)
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 30, 2011 3:56:58 GMT -5
::Gwen feigned a swoon::
Whew, all that excitement gave me something of a headache as well. I think I'll leave the explanation to you Stefan. Kerion, chart a kourse for the western koast until we hear from our intelligence. I'm going to get some rest.
Stefan: Wait, what? Where are you... ::looks to Ren who's still awaiting the story of their current situation all starry-eyed and sighs:: Oh boy.
::Gwen left the bridge for the cabins and opened the door to where she would find the one she was looking for. Kyran's fur bristled when she entered and Jas started awake::
You've been keeping sekrets.
::She lathced the door shut behind her::
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Post by Iole on Nov 30, 2011 4:01:05 GMT -5
::Something about the way Oliver said that made Iole cringe, and she tried not to let him see. Mostly how he said he'd "heard stories"::
Um... What have you heard exactly?
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Post by Jas on Nov 30, 2011 4:04:01 GMT -5
"What secret." Jas said as he sat up on the edge of the bed.
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 30, 2011 4:29:06 GMT -5
::Gwen smiled the way a mother would at a little boy who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar::
You're such an honest person Jas. You hardly ever have a need to lie. So naturally you're terrible at hiding things. And reading others is what I do.
::Then her mouth hardened and her eyebrows lowered over her eyes::
While everyone else was skrambling to find an explanation for the letter you went quiet as stone. And when I saw your face when I mentioned talking to ghosts, that's when I knew. I wanted to do this away from the others to avoid frightening them unneccessarily, as well as for Iole's sake. We are alone now, so I need you to be kompletely honest with me. Is there any chance that Natalia is alive?
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Post by Jas on Nov 30, 2011 4:40:27 GMT -5
"There's no chance of that. Jezebel wouldn't of taken an interest in me if her pawn in this world was still alive. The reason I froze is because of WHO sent that letter. I didn't want to raise a panic with the others, but I know who sent that letter to Natalia. I recognize him from Ren's description, but he's been dead for years."
::He hesitates before closing his eyes and giving her a name::
"Loci..."
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Post by Guinevere on Nov 30, 2011 4:56:31 GMT -5
::Gwen ran her fingers through her hair::
Now that's just in poor taste don't you think? Do all Burmecians look alike to you now?
::She placed a finger over her lip in thought::
Then we have even more to konsider now. Why would someone we believe to be dead be sending a letter to us addressed to someone else we believe to be dead?
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Post by Jas on Nov 30, 2011 5:18:33 GMT -5
::Jas ignored her crack about Burmecians::
"This is his M.O. Something like that would also have a double meaning to people like me and Iole. Something along the lines of, 'Look who's back...'."
::Jas sighs::
"First Nu, then Jezebel, then Sigimund, then August comes back from the grave and now Loci pulls a ressurection."
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Post by Oliver on Nov 30, 2011 5:27:12 GMT -5
“Oh, just stuff.” Coyly Oliver mentioned, “How s’e was pivotal in helping save t’is world on more t’en a few occasions. S’e was a’so one of t’e few t’at gave me fat’er a c’ance when no one else wou’d.” He pauses, letting his mind wander to the stories he’s heard over the years from the places he’s been, while his hand stroked the beak of the chocobo. “Even t’e captain trusted her, but most of all, despite all t’at history has to say about her now, she raised ye. I don’t care w’at may of happened in t’e end, far as I’m concerned, anyone w’o cou’d of been like a mot’er to my love holds a p’ace in my heart too. I’m as much in debt to her for all I ‘ave as anyone e’se her life touched. T’is I do know.”
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Post by Iole on Nov 30, 2011 23:49:06 GMT -5
::Iole seemed to sink into herself::
Yeah... to tell you the truth that's really all I knew about her too. That's the only side she let me see. The beautiful sorceress hero who could do anything and everything. But... there was another side of her she always kept hidden. Or maybe I just pretended it wasn't there. I loved her and I respected her, I wanted to be just like her. But that side that she kept hidden...
::She bit her lip as that annoying lump in her throat swelled again. The one that let her know she was about to cry and that nothing she did could stop it::
I've started to see it in me, and it scares me. And now the thing I wished for frightens me more than anything else; that one day I will be just like her.
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Post by Oliver on Dec 4, 2011 0:49:17 GMT -5
Oliver leaned into Iole, placing his arm around her back. “Is all rig’t, love. Everyone ‘as t’ier dark side, me, you, Gwen even revels in it. But it’s not a’ways who we are. Now I don’t know everyt’ing Natalia did an’ I won’t pretend to know, but ye not her no matter ‘ow much ye idolized her. Just as muc’ I’m not me father. Beside ye have me ‘ere, make sure ye never stray too far. Lilith wou’d eviscerate me ot’erwise.” He took a little breath and sigh, “Ye a hero in ye own rig’t. Don’t forget t’at.”
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Dec 4, 2011 5:20:04 GMT -5
A knock from one of the cargo startled the two and the chocobo. Ren stepped out of one of the crates with a shy smile. There was a moment of silence as Ren stared awkwardly at them.
"I didn't really want to bother your young love moment," He said as he approached the chocobo that stood up as if it was cautious of Ren. "First of all, Stefan, that dragon kid told me everything that happened. I'm sorry for what you've been through. Being prosecuted and hiding all the time would stress me out as well."
Ren slowly reached for the chocobo's pack and pulled out some leaves tied in bundles. The chocobo quickly reached for his hand but he retracted it and used his other hand to hold off the strong bird. He carefully stroked it's neck as he fed it some of the leaves. The creature chomped on every handful and swallowed it with loud gulps.
"Chocobos love ghysal greens. Prevents them from smelling, too." He kept feeding the chocobo with his eyes keeping an eye on the bird. "If you ask me, it doesn't hurt to smile from time to time. Sorta lightens the mood, yours as well. I figured the letter ringed something hurtful. From what I read on everybody's faces, Natalia was an important person to you."
Ren brushed off the scrapes of greens from his hand. He turned to Iole who sat snuggly close to Oliver. "I'm Renilius Blacklips. You can call me 'Ren'. I feel really terrible for a grown man like me making a girl sad. A simple 'sorry' wouldn't cut for an apology, I know, but it might not hurt to get to know you a little, right?" He reached out a gloved hand as his face changed into a friendly smile.
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