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Post by Oliver on Mar 27, 2009 23:56:24 GMT -5
((Previous thread "Let Them Eat War" fftalesrebirth.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=lindblum&thread=1083&page=6))In the early morning, before dawn, Oliver wakes with a wire-cutter pressed against his face. He shakes it off, rustles his fur back and walks to the door where Iole sleeps. He knocks softly a few times, then one harder bang. "Iole, its time. Gonna run to'ta bathroom down the hall real quick like. Teres some food in te cooler, don eat too heavy." She hears the front door open, then close.
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Post by Iole on Mar 28, 2009 0:15:01 GMT -5
::When Oliver returns, he finds Iole fully dressed, sitting indian style on the couch, her face covered in buffalo sauce from the spicy chicken drumstick she nicked from his fridge. She looks up at him with a guilty expression::
What?
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Post by Oliver on Mar 28, 2009 2:42:03 GMT -5
"Uh.." He looks dumbstruck. "I... I had chicken in tere? Damn ting must be thousand years old an'a day by now!" He shakes his head. "Ye crazy, ye kno tat dontcha ye? Anyway bathroom is clear if ye wan'ta freshen up a tad. Jus need te get some of me stuff an we'll be right off."
He walks into the kitchen then, taking a satchel he has laying around and carefully begins to transfer into the satchel the bomb he had just been working on the night before.
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Post by Iole on Mar 28, 2009 2:53:18 GMT -5
I wouldn't say crazy. More like entertaining. Admit it, you'd be bored without me around.
::She pulls a small white handkerchief from her coat and uses it to wipe the buffalo sauce from her face::
There. All freshened up. I'm ready to go when you are.
::She does the finishing touch on her hair after tying it back, placing her moon and sun hairclip just above her ear::
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 0:03:44 GMT -5
"Ten lets get!"
Into the street the two go, just as dawn is breaking, while the air is still crisp and cold. In the far distance, flashes of light can be seen, followed by booms. Battle, it has already begun. Rushing now, through the ever crumbling streets, they come upon the LPA forward base. Just beyond on this place, no less then a city block away, the fighting sounds fierce.
Connolly stops them. "'Bout bloody time. Ever since she's shown up, you always get here later and later." He addresses the two. "Listen, we're holding them up before the big push. We got the street ahead clear so you can make your advance, there's a alley up ahead that will lead you to a series of buildings. Keep going up the street through those building and back alleys till you get to the target. We had a Graffitier mark it for you. So, you both ready to get moving!?"
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 0:14:14 GMT -5
::Iole gives Connolly a mock salute with her two fingers::
Just say the word Captain.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 0:42:11 GMT -5
Oliver nods to the captain. "A'ways ready."
"Good. Sid and I will be covering your advance till you get to the alley. Follow."
Connolly leads them to the front of the camp, where in the distance, it can be seen the line of fighting between the LPA and Guard. He waits for a moment, checks back to Iole and Oliver, and without even a word or order, a fellow soldier tosses him a rifle, he catches it in the air with a quick snap of his arm out. "On my mark... wait for it... NOW!"
Connolly charges out, Oliver follows with Iole close behind. The run, though only three-fourths a block, feels like a lifetime as the stray bullets fly past them. Connolly ducks into the alley, his back flat against the corner, head peaking out slightly and quickly to survey the scene. Oliver plans next to him, Iole close.
In the back of the alley is some stray wood forming a ramp into a blown-out brick hole in the wall of the tall building. "Through there, get going!"
Without another word, Connolly springs from his cover, rolls into the street, taking up new cover behind some fallen street ruble. He yells, "Push!" With all the force he can muster, firing into the air so that the forward camp can see. There shortly follows the deafening roar of a unison yell. Its power feels as if it could shake the foundations of the old buildings loose as a great sum of rebels charge forward.
Oliver, meanwhile, takes the lead as the two head into the dark, dreary, and decayed buildings, unbeknownest what may lay in their path forward. "Stay c'ose Iole... the f'oors could be rotted, send ye strait to the basement. Emily, scout." With the bird shooting off into the dark path before them, they continue to take careful steps in a slow advance.
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 0:51:59 GMT -5
::Iole fumbles with her hands in front of her before finally deciding to morph her eyes::
Eyes of the owl.
::If Oliver could see a little more clearly, he'd notice that Iole's eyes have changed from her usual blue to a bright yellow with a strange hook in their pupils. She walks with a little more assurance now::
Tell me again what I'm supposed to be doing here? I don't know the first thing about explosives.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 1:35:47 GMT -5
"I'll need cover." Oliver states. "It takes time te rig tese things. Don want te get surprised from behind, I don't."
On the other side of the wall, to the street, the fighting is growing more intense. Blasts and bullets rocket back and forth, the occasional stray bullet explodes into the buildings where Iole and Oliver cross through.
Their path leads them to a blocked wall with a spray-painted arrow pointing to a broken window which leads out to a garden lot situated in the center, like a courtyard of this apartment complex. High walls all around them, with many dark, empty and cold windows facing downwards.
"Tis... tis makes me nervous." States Oliver, in his face, it is clear his heart is pumping and stomach turning with anxious butterflies. "Iole... ever hear of a sniper's alley?"
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 1:46:21 GMT -5
I've never had a taste for guns Ollie. You'll have to explain that one.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 2:00:15 GMT -5
Oliver keeps his his eyes to the courtyard. "A snipers alley is a p'ace where a sniper can look out an see an open p'ace wit no real cover... an have a fie'd day wit anyone that might cross between his sights." He nods his head to the window. "Tat, tat looks 'ike a snipers alley, not sayin tere is one out tere in one of ta windows high up... but not'in but death in tis warzone is certain."
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 2:09:53 GMT -5
::Iole looks to where Oliver is pointing, taking in their surroudings with new eyes. They'd make very tempting targets for a gunman. And their bright armbands might as well be screaming "shoot me!" to anyone watching::
Then I suggest we get moving. I'll cover you as best I can in case we're spotted. Just focus on your mission please. I saw how you were sweating in that diner. I can't have you freezing up on me.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 2:20:35 GMT -5
"Ye try rigging a bomb wit one hand whi'e surrounded by enemies in te open..."
Oliver approaches the window, takes a quick look, no apparent sight of the reflecting of a sniper's scope in the morning light. He looks back to Iole.
"Emily is out tere an she doesn'see notin... les'hope shes right. Keep low, in te grass, stop wen I stop."
Oliver rustles his body through the window and plops down into the high, overgrown grass that blankets this open space. It's dotted with broken stone, a decaying fountain in the center and a number of other odd objects that speckle the lot. In the grass, the two are difficult to see but not invisible.
The high grass makes it near impossible for them to see in front of them. Oliver pops his head up quickly to get a look to where he is heading before ducking back into the grass and moving forward.
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 2:42:09 GMT -5
::Iole follows Oliver's instructions, whispering to herself to tune into her higher senses::
Eyes of the Hawk. Ears of the Fox.
::Oliver's senses might be just as keen as her heightened ones, but he's too distracted by what's ahead. It's her job to protect him right now so he can focus. That's why she's the first to hear a click::
Ollie get down!
::With one arm she grabs him by his shoulders and drags him to the ground with her. There was no gunshot heard, but she still felt the bullet whiz past her head just as she had reached for him::
Dammit Ollie, I hate it when you're right.
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Post by Kerion on Mar 30, 2009 12:42:04 GMT -5
::Kerion looks at the two targets that entered his field of vision through the scope of his gun, attached to it a sniper barrel:: I know they're with those terrorist, and I was given orders not to leave one alive if I can help it. ::He prepares to fire another wind round as soon as they show themselves::
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 13:00:58 GMT -5
::Iole whispers to Oliver::
Alright, I still don't know what direction that came from, but it shouldn't be too hard if he fires again. You start crawling and stay ten paces ahead of me at all times. Trust me on this.
::Without waiting for an answer, she stands up, deliberately allowing herself to be seen. She casts her eyes about the battlements, waiting for the attack::
He's hesitating... why?
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Post by Kerion on Mar 30, 2009 13:02:51 GMT -5
::Kerion eyes Iole through the scope:: She looks oddly familiar, but no time to think. ::He pulls the trigger back as the wind magic inside is pushed through the barrel, aimed right at Iole::
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 13:05:41 GMT -5
::Kerion hears a sharp clang and sees the wind vortex he just shot at her whirl to the side. Meanwhile, back in the grass where he can't see, Iole's arms have transformed into long white scaled arms with razor claws on their fingers::
I love being a dragon. Ollie, get moving. I can deflect these a little easier now that I know where he's coming from.
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Post by Kerion on Mar 30, 2009 13:08:11 GMT -5
::Kerion's eye widen at the sight:: Impossible, that girl can't be Iole. can it? ::He takes aim again, his thoughts now confused:: Reguardless, I got a job to do. ::He fires again, only to get the same result:: That isn't Iole, must be another shape-shifter ::He notices Oliver out fo the corner of the scope and sliently adjusts and aims::
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 13:11:21 GMT -5
(OOC: Another shapeshifter. Yeah that's likely)
::As Oliver starts crawling forward again, Iole steps to the side, placing herself between him and the direction she knows Kerion is shooting from::
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