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Post by Iole on Aug 28, 2011 2:54:04 GMT -5
::Iole glowered at him as he left::
Always thinking of every angle aren't you. Too defensive. No imagination. Now you, Old Man. What do you want?
Gideon: What the sharpshooter said. I'm looking for Nicole.
::Iole rolled her eyes and said something in another language; the same smooth flowing language that Kerion and Gwen had heard Gideon use. He spat write back in the same tongue. They went back and forth for a bit until Iole said something that must have been embarassing because Gideon took a step back and turned bright red. Then they were speaking in a way the others could understand again::
Gideon: That has nothing to do with this. This is strictly business. Now do you know where Nicole is or not?
I thought she was with you.
Gideon: If she was, I wouldn't be trapsing all over this god-forsaken world looking for you now would I? Now when was the last time you spoke? I haven't heard from her at all since she went to go drop off your son in that village.
::Iole froze, and Lillith looked up. The atmosphere suddenly became even heavier if that had been possible::
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Post by Lillith on Aug 28, 2011 3:01:38 GMT -5
::Lillith took in sharp breaths of disbelief::
You... you told Oliver your son was... Are you telling me you lied to him?
Gideon: ::looks back to Lillith:: He was alive and well the last time I saw him, which should be the last time his mother saw him as well.
::Lillith was reeling from two different feelings. On the one hand she was happy that the baby's death had been a lie, but on the other, this meant that Iole had lied to Oliver, and told him something that was right now destroying him from the inside out::
Iole... I know we've never seen eye to eye, but I never thought you were capable of... of... that was just... cruel and malicious and...
::Her hands were trembling now, whether from worry or rage no one could tell::
I'm sorry I have to go. I... I can't even look at you right now.
::She made her way for the door, but gave Gwen one last glance over her shoulder::
You, don't move until I've reached a decision. Leave this room for any reason and I'll kill you.
Gwen: Kourteous as always Lilly.
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Post by Lillith on Aug 28, 2011 3:42:13 GMT -5
::Lillith stumbled out into the hallway, the weight of everything going on under her roof coming down on her like chains. Now here hands weren't the only part of her trembling. Her whole body was quivering. She leaned her back against the wall to catch herself from sinking to the floor and folded her hands tightly just beneath her chest. Her breathing was sharp and rapid. Keeping a firm hand over her beating heart, she reached into her coat and pulled out a capsule of pills. She popped two into her mouth and replaced the capsule in her pocket. Then she dove her hand into her pocket again for a hidden flask of whiskey to wash them down. She waited for the medication and the alcohol to take root and slow her breathing before she returned to the break room where Oliver was still glassy-eyed and glum on the armchair. And who could blame him? She wanted badly to throw her arms around him and tell him the truth; that his son was alive somewhere. That he hadn't missed his chance. But she wasn't the one he needed to hear this from::
Hey... I know this is the last thing you want to do right now, but trust me when I say you need to talk to Iole. Now.
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Post by Oliver on Aug 28, 2011 5:38:00 GMT -5
Oliver sat, lonesome and cold, fuming over his failure to do the one thing he had always hoped would redeem him for his past ghosts and sins - imaginary and otherwise. If he knew where they hid the gin, he would be drowning himself in it by now, deep down, begging that it would either make him forget or outright end him. He was a wreck, an empty shell and he wasn't doing well to hide it.
When Lillith entered, he merely looked up from his sulking stooper. "Leave me." Of course, she wouldn't heed his request. Far from it, and how cheeky a request she should make. The last person on the planet he wanted to see was Iole - to be reminded of that which he believed he lost. He could barely cope with himself, much less her right now.
"Is t'at so wise?" He asked, he already buried his rage at the situation. Speaking to her may very well bring it out in full-force. "An w'y, I got nut'ing to say to 'er -" Looked at Lillith, he could see it in her eyes she wasn't telling something and he knew full well protesting anything, especially a request like this from her was foolish and pointless. He caved. "Fine... not like it wi'l make a spat of difference now." He mumbled off as he stood and made his way to the door. He ignored Lillith as he left, trying to keep his frustration at her request pocketed till later.
He made his way to where the others had assembled, he had refused to go initially due to Iole being there, but now he was doomed to endure whatever their meeting up would bring. It was then, as he got close to the study, he saw a man that sparked a certain, and ominous foreboding inside him. As he stepped closer and closer, his eyes couldn't break away, something about him made him feel terribly uneasy - like his body was warning him to either run or prepare for a fight. When the man lit a cigarette and the smoke washed past his face, then the realization came crashing down. Lindblum, the war, that garden with Iole, the firefights, he remembered now and his eye turned red.
Poor Kerion, he wouldn't have seen it coming, the tightly clenched fist into the side of his head. Striking him with enough force to knock even Shaft off his feet if blindsided like that. Everything that had happened since the forest, coupled with years of running and the horrible memories of the war came gushing out of Oliver in the way of pummeling fists as he lept upon the unfortunate man. If he had only known, tragically, Kerion happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and Oliver needed to unload a lot of pent up frustration and anger. Oliver bared his teeth, Simon coming out in him, he so wanted to snap into his neck and rip it from Kerion - the lust for blood was quickly building if someone couldn't get him off Kerion quickly.
((Someone get a Cura or Potion stat! Sorry Kerion, its mostly for dramatic effect. Nothing personal... ok well a little personal.))
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Post by Kerion on Aug 28, 2011 9:38:26 GMT -5
((It's alright))
::Kerion lit the cig and took a deep breath before letting the smoke escape his lips. But the net thing he knew, he was blindsided and was now under a furious Oliver. He tried to push the Burmecian off, but his rage was too great. During that, Oliver managed to knock off his eye patch. Oliver and everything around him began to slow as he finally pushed him off. To Oliver, it was like he knocked back by something. Each time he tried to punch him, he just vanished in Oliver eyes to another spot as if he teleported. Kerion eventually got a hold of both of Oliver's arms and shoved him against the wall::
"What is your problem?!" He yelled.
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Post by Oliver on Aug 28, 2011 15:24:48 GMT -5
And then Oliver sent a knee right into Kerion's crotch. He wasn't above fighting dirty, the streets of Lindblum taught him that. Leave a weakness exposed, exploit it anyway you can and as violent as able. It was about survival and right now, Oliver truly believed Iole and him were in danger with this man's appearance in the garden. In the moment Kerion would be thrown off by the knee, Oliver drew one golden comb, ran it through his hair and shot a tentacle that strangled Kerion's neck with a deadly spike's point of razor sharp hair aiming right between his eyes. Though maybe odd and perplexing a threat, the small spike of hair was extremely deadly.
"Don't p'ay dumb, ya bastard." Oliver scolded. "IA send ya? 'ere to finis' t'e job!?" He narrowed his cold left eye, as his right eye is covered with the yellow and red striped band of the LPA's Red Dragoons. "B'oody assassin can't leave well enough a'one. I'm gonna enjoy doin' twice w'at ya did to my comrades."
A frantic chirping sparrow flew down upon Oliver's shoulder, Emily. She was going berserk, trying to get Oliver's attention, explain that he wasn't a threat. But Oliver wasn't listening.
The tentacle squeezed and relaxed. "Gonna make ye suffer for ever' shot ya ever fired in t'at war."
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Post by Iole on Aug 28, 2011 15:35:08 GMT -5
::The three remaining in the study heard the struggle and looked to one another::
What was that?
::Gwen shrugged it off::
Gwen: Not much I kan do about it. I kan't leave the room remember?
Gideon, you keep an eye on her. I'll go see what's going on.
::The moment she stepped into the hallway she caught sight of Oliver's eye, crazed with a thirst for blood. Kerion's well being didn't overtly concern her, but she didn't necessarily want him dead. But his state of danger wasn't what made the blood pound in her ears. It was the way Oliver looked, so full of pain and twisted with rage as Simon's genes went into overdrive against him. She had done this to him. This was her fault::
Ollie! Stop!
::But there was nothing she could say to deter his fury. Nothing accept...::
Ollie I lied! Your son's alive! I'm sorry!
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Post by Oliver on Aug 28, 2011 18:11:15 GMT -5
Oliver ignored her original protest, he was too caught up in his own rage. Blinded to everything but his burning hate for Kerion and his life. All he responded with was a growl - that was until Iole spoke that shattering sentence. His son was alive after all, it had been a cruel lie perpetuated by the one he loved the most. His stance slipped as he tried to comprehend what she had just said, the tendril of hair slacking from Kerion's neck as he turned his head to face her.
"W'at...?" His eyes showed terrible confusion. Both at how Iole could of lied to him like this, and how suddenly everything he had sulked over was just a cruel joke. "But... ye... said?" He stumbled back, the tendril of hair slipping away and regressing back into a simple few strands stuck to the golden comb. He collapsed against a wall, overwhelmed with emotion.
"W'y?" He begged, realizing this is what Lillith had wanted them to speak about. It made sense, more sense at least, considering how Iole reacted and that most strange story to as why he supposedly died. "Oh gods... oh gods!" He shrieked, "'ow... could ye do t'at? W'ich is the trut', tell me!" He demanded, his eye pleading for the truth from her, he had to know. No more being jerked around, he just wanted to feel a moment of joy that he still had a chance to make everything right once more.
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Post by Iole on Aug 28, 2011 18:39:11 GMT -5
::Iole's eyes were streaming now as the cruelest thing she had ever done was brought to light, her greatest sin that had been an ugly black smudge on her soul for the last few hours was now there in the open, it felt like, for everyone to see. It made her feel as she had just been stripped naked in front of a crowd of jeering strangers. But no eyes could make her want to shrivel into nothing like the steely blue one staring back at her. But she made herself look right at him. Whatever he had done, he never deserved this::
I'm sorry.
::It was low and pathetic and hoarse, but it had taken every bit of strength she had left to say it::
I'm sorry. I never should have lied to you.
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Post by Guinevere on Aug 28, 2011 19:40:45 GMT -5
::The heavy silence that had fallen on the corridor was interupted suddenly by the sound of clapping as the latest in a series of unending complications in the young lovers' lives made her way down the hall in her long red dress::
Wonderful. Truly. So this is what the "heroes" of Gaia have been reduced to. Sniping and bakk-biting one another like a High-Skhool drama.
::Gideon was close behind her::
Gideon: Hold it, I was told to make sure you didn't leave the room.
No, I was told not to leave the room. You were simply instrukted to keep me under watch as though I were the uncivilized one here. Would you have preferred we remained in the study while these three tore each other to shreds?
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Post by Oliver on Aug 29, 2011 0:44:44 GMT -5
Oliver was simultaneously beside himself in joy at the news, and fuming anger at Iole's lie. Of everything she could of lied about, this was the most cruel. He was at a complete loss for words. He tried to speak, looking up at her with an eye that pleaded for some sort of sanity. Why had she done it? Was his leaving that horrific that it warranted such a falsehood.
When he finally recovered, he stood upright once more and just shook his head in utter disappointment. "Just go... ta'k about t'is later." He waved her away as he turned from her. Arm outstretched as he propped himself up against the wall once more, trying to shoo away the sickness in his stomach.
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Post by Guinevere on Aug 29, 2011 0:56:09 GMT -5
Well well, so it is you little Ollie. I didn't rekognize you, you've grown so much.
::Guinevere crossed the hall, taking a place behind Iole so that he could see her hazel eyes over her shoulder::
You really shouldn't be too hard on her dear. What more kan you expekt. She was raised by a monster after all.
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Post by Iole on Aug 29, 2011 0:57:30 GMT -5
::Iole inhaled sharply like a strong cold had pierced her chest, but she was trying to keep her pride intact::
Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about.
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Post by Guinevere on Aug 29, 2011 1:00:02 GMT -5
Oh don't worry dear, I kould never judge you. One kan only imagine what she was like behind klosed doors. Auntie... was that the name you chose for her or did she force you to kall her that in publik?
::Gwen's voice was like the hiss of a snake in Iole's ears::
I should think little Oliver would have more kompassion konsidering his bloodline. What a beautiful mess we are.
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Post by Kenny on Aug 29, 2011 1:01:21 GMT -5
((OOC:I Do wonder how Gwen will react to seeing Kenny though))
It was honestly good to be back home for the time being for Kenny as things were going on so much as his wife seemed to be tied up in something but as he stepped in the house he had a strange feeling that someone was here that he remembered. As he entered the house he was hoping to maybe find his wife to ask what will happen now after her objective that she was up to. However as Kenny was at the hall he noticed Oliver and Iole at the hall and suddenly he saw someone that he did not want to see at all as he gasped and nervously reached to his sword as he saw Gwen. "No......You....You cant be alive?"
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Post by Guinevere on Aug 29, 2011 1:06:37 GMT -5
::The twisted smile that had been Gwen's mask only a second ago faded to leave her face as blank as an unwritten page when her eyes landed on Kenny::
Hello Kenny, my dear. It's been a long time. No need to reach for your sword, I promise this is just a social visit.
::As cold and collected as ever, there was still pain in her eyes when she spoke to him.
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Post by Kenny on Aug 29, 2011 1:11:05 GMT -5
Kenny was shaken still by her presence after all the trouble that he endured from her to save Lillith from the last adventure that they took part in. "I don't believe you, why did you come here Gwen?" He said in fright remembering how she had a thing for him and how he even kissed her when he was under her powers.
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Post by Oliver on Aug 29, 2011 1:15:20 GMT -5
Oliver's ears twitched and burned, hearing Gwen speak. All his anger at Iole washed away, for a moment as he coldly perked up and turned. There was a deep malice in his eye as he stared at Gwen, like an animal staring down a tormentor that they just cornered. He growled and stormed towards her, one accusing finger pointing her down and a clenched fist at his side.
"Step aside Kenny." He commanded as he put himself between the him and Gwen. "Ye do not speak to 'er like t'at, ye hear me!" He was doing everything he could to contain himself, eye darting over to Iole the whole time - the only thing keeping him from striking her down there. "So 'elp me gods, I won't let anyone speak to t'e mot'er of my c'ild like that. T'is is ye last and on'y warning. I'll finish w'at s'ould of been done years ago if ye even so muc' as say t'ose words aloud again - even t'ink t'em, I'll cut ye down. T'ats a promise. Ye do not 'urt 'er." He stepped away, doing everything in his power to control himself. As he walked away, his hand graced Iole's back. He wanted to hug her so hard, hold her against Gwen's wicked words. He was just still to hurt right now - the gentle grace of his hand across her would have to suffice.
He stepped off, still within earshot of the conversation, but far enough away that he could be alone with his thoughts.
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Post by Guinevere on Aug 29, 2011 1:28:34 GMT -5
::Gwen hmphed, letting her half smile return::
My that was intriguing. I was beginning to think I would have to drain him.
::She returned her eyes to Iole::
There you see. He still loves you. Just give him some time. In the meantime, Kenny kould you help me? Kerion down there appears komatouse. Kould you perhaps karry him back to the study for me. I think I kan heal the number Oliver did to his face.
::She knelt down close, her angry expression for the sharpshooter not at all pleasant, and hissed in his ear::
Bud don't worry. I'll be kareful. I would hate to make a wrong move.
::She turned heel and left the way she had come, asuming Kenny's good natured self would take care of his friend before asking more questions::
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Post by Iole on Aug 29, 2011 1:33:45 GMT -5
::That touch on her back made Iole's mind call to him. He wanted him to do the same thing he had desired, wanted him to take her in his arms and shield her from the guilt and the doubts and the anger that were clawing at her stomach. But when he brushed past her, it destroyed what remained of her resolve. She had to leave. She brushed past Kenny, sparing him a single re-assuring sentence::
Don't worry about her. It's not like she'd hurt you.
::Then she vanished out of the double doors to sit on the steps outside the courtyard::
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