The LPA
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?Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.?
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Post by The LPA on Jun 13, 2009 3:09:32 GMT -5
In the morning, the hospital is alive with activity. Doctors and nurses mingle with LPA soldiers who are out in force, preparing and securing the hospital for the Commitsar's arrival. GNN is outside, broadcasting about today's events with crowds around them and on the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of their beloved leader and comrade.
Inside, in the ward where Oliver rests, Sid has taken a seat near the room to rest. Near him is Violette who watches Oliver through the observation window, her eyes are still red from tears and crying the last few days. Connolly is outside, near the elevator to greet Reynard when he arrives.
Inside the room, the doctor that spoke to Iole before is standing beside Oliver's bed, scanning through the status reports. "Well," he says aloud, for Iole to hear. "Your boy here surprises us once again. Once we stabilized him, his body went right to work repairing. We had to check the results two and three times just to be sure, but, well, he's recovering at an alarming rate. It's really, fascinating. Wait till the medical journals get a gander at these reports, going to make this hospital very famous." He laughs to himself, shaking his head in disbelief as he reads the reports. "That's some crazy genetics he has."
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Post by Kerion on Jun 13, 2009 12:30:35 GMT -5
::At the Blackjack::
::Kerion gets to the dock and enters the ship before pushing the button on the in-ship comm device::
"Anya, its me. Prep the ship for take-off. I want to put this city behind us as soon as possible."
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Jun 13, 2009 16:03:23 GMT -5
::'Felicia' winded up coming next up to the doctor as she looked down at the status reports with a smile on her face::
"Doctor your being called by one of the other nurses in regards to the celebration."
::She looked over at Iole with a smile on her face and she gave a wink::
"It was tough, but I'm happy I was a part of the team to make sure everything went through fine."
::Iole noticed a quick flash of Felicia's eye color changing to purple before it went back to its normal color before she went over to Lilith and went over to whisper in her ear::
"Its nice seeing you again, though I wish the location was a little different..."
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The LPA
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Post by The LPA on Jun 13, 2009 20:13:33 GMT -5
::Reynard and his Party::
A caravan of black cars, winding through the the war-torn streets like a snake. A crowd of colors, reds and yellows wave and sway like wheat in a field. Banners and ribbons are strung across the buildings and flutters against their edifices. Symbols of the party, images of the revolution.
In the middle town car, a black long vehicle with dark windows and tiny flags of the new LSR state, red and yellow striped with the symbol of the resistance, the wrench head and bolt. Inside the car sits Reynard, his long face staring straight ahead with beady eyes and nearly connecting brow, flanked by his advisers and high-ranking party officials.
"Comrade Reynard, is your speech ready?" Asks a timid looking tiny man with glasses, reading from a scheduler.
"Yes, what is the boys name again?" He asks, unwavering and static, perhaps only just tired.
"Oliver Fray Tipp, Red Dragoon, number 24601."
Reynard stays silent after his assistant speaks.
"Comrade?"
"Do you have the medal?"
The assistant hands Reynard a black velvet jewel-box. Reynard flips it open, taking a peak at the medal. It's more of a silver and gold pin, engraved with a wrench and bolt, some embroidery and reds and yellows lacquered on. It's quite elaborate, if not slightly distracting. He flips it closed with a dull thud and pockets it in his coat.
"Make a rat into a hero and the people will eat it up, little bastard couldn't even die right." Reynard states, coldly, taking a quick gander out the car window.
"It worked out in our favor, comrade. This is our chance to show the world we're not just some peasant rabble-rousers and terrorists."
"Be that as it may..."
"Just be sure to smile."
"I'm glowing."
The caravan carries on, inching closer to the hospital.
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Post by Iole on Jun 13, 2009 23:55:54 GMT -5
::Iole winks back at Eva::
I thought so.
::She points to her hairclip. Lillith in the meantime has been getting acquainted with Oliver's friends, telling them all kinds of stories about when he was little. Sid gets a particular kick out of the time Oliver first got into a fight while visiting the Garden with a few kids from Deling city who really had it coming. He gave one of them a black eye, another a split lip, another he had kicked in the bowels, and was about to finish them off only to be chased off by a tempramental young sorceress named Kate who lit the end of his tail on fire::
Sid: You're kidding. He told me some monster of The Harvester's did that to him.
::Iole stays near Violette most of the time, the two of them watching over Oliver dutifully::
We should have known he'd be alright.
(OOC:Jas, I'm going to continue Kerion's in a thread for The Blackjack so this doesn't get too clustered)
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Post by Kerion on Jun 14, 2009 0:00:40 GMT -5
((OOC:alrighty))
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The LPA
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Post by The LPA on Jun 14, 2009 0:22:33 GMT -5
"If there's anyone that can survive, it's Ollie."
Violette wipes a tear from her cheek, flicking it to the floor.
"Reynard is almost here, everyone get ready. Look professional." Connolly walks through the hall exclaiming loudly, inspecting the soldiers at attention.
::Outside::
The black caravan rolls up in front of the hospital, a barrier of soldiers create a line, holding back the mass of people cheering and trying to reach for their beloved Commitsar, a touch of their earthly god.
He emerges from the town-car, waving to the crowd as the rest of his entourage exits the cars. Once flanked by his guards and staff, they walk into the hospital, followed closely by a LPA assigned media agent.
::Inside::
Connolly quickly fixes himself the moment he gets word over the radio that the Commitsar has arrived. He looks tense, yet excited and nervous. Sid immediately stands to attention, arms at his side.
Violette fixes her self as well, adjusting her hair and shirt. "Well, here we go."
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 0:29:58 GMT -5
::Lillith backs away to another corner of the room while Iole stands next to Violette, although not as prostrate as her fellow LPA::
Violette, I need to talk to you when this is over. I'll have a decision when I meet the Commitstar. But if I'm right, I might need your help again. I know that's not fair, but it's for Ollie.
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The LPA
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Post by The LPA on Jun 14, 2009 0:54:51 GMT -5
"Don't get me killed, that's all I care."
She mutters through the side of her mouth as she waits.
A few moments later, the Commitsar's entourage enters into the ward, heavily armed and dressed more elegantly then any other soldier of the LPA Iole has seen, they look colder, more robotic, sinister and menacing.
"This way, comrade." His assistant ushers, directing Reynard past Connolly, Sid and the others in the hallway to the door of Oliver's room. They enter, followed by the LPA cameraman, filming the entire event. Reynard approaches Oliver's bed, slowly, absorbing everything in the room, analyzing the situation.
"Can he hear me?" He asks, to which the LPA assigned nurse replies no. "Well, then I'll make this quick." He brings out the black velvet jewel case. "In honor and recognition..." Reynard drones on with an obviously rehearsed speech, his voice monotone and lazy. Once his has finished his speech, he opens the case revealing the medal which he sets on the pillow beside Oliver's head.
Violette leans over to Iole. "The 'Order of the Patriot's Banner', sounds important." She mutters quietly.
More photos are taken and Reynard poses alongside Oliver's bed for some photo opportunities. He says a few kind words to Oliver then speaks to his assistant while the media agents take more photographs.
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 1:03:38 GMT -5
::Iole keeps her face blank despite the sudden urge she feels to lunge the beady eyed man and shield Oliver from his presence. She doesn't need her ability to read emotions to detect the insincerity in his voice. And the other impressions she's getting off of him are far darker than the facade he's putting on now. She remains in control of herself::
Alright, now I know. Violette, the tunnels collapsed didn't they?
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The LPA
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Post by The LPA on Jun 14, 2009 1:15:11 GMT -5
"The tunnels? The ones to Treno? I dunno." She asks, trying to be as quiet as possible, though the beady eyes of Reynard shoots over to the spot where they stand for a brief moment.
"We done here?" Reynard asks of his assistant, who nods mentioning another rally in a few hours. The entourage turn to leave when a murmur squeaks from Oliver's lips. Reynard turns, curious. "Is he... awake?"
"Iole..." Oliver mutters, his eye fluttering open. The noise of the activity in the room must of brought him out of the induced coma.
"By god... he is alive." Reynard and his entourage all turn and watch, honestly surprised he's awake and speaking.
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 1:21:39 GMT -5
::Iole brushes past the entourage (none too gently) and kneels by Oliver. One of Reynard's men makes a move to pull her back, but Violette stays him with a stern expression. Iole takes Oliver's hand gently and speaks in a soft pained voice::
I'm here Ollie. Can you hear me?
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Post by Oliver on Jun 14, 2009 1:30:41 GMT -5
"T'ere ye... are." Oliver speaks slow and painfully, his one eye straining to look to her. "Did I... do it? It over?"
Reynard snaps his fingers and immediately the LPA nurse and his own assistant begin taking notes on anything Oliver says, documenting each word.
Sid and Connolly peak in to watch, hearing the commotion that Oliver has awaken.
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 1:34:08 GMT -5
::Iole closes her eyes in an effort to keep the stinging tears at the back of her eyes where they are. The slide down her face anyway as she holds his hand to her face::
You did it. It's over. You cut the head off. The Monster's gone.
::She is still very aware of Reynard's eyes on both of them::
One of them anyway.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 14, 2009 1:50:28 GMT -5
"I... met t'e Regent."
Reynard and his entourage suddenly silence, they're breathing hushes except for the scribbling of pen against paper. His assistant whispers if they should stop him from speaking, but Reynard assures him.
"He was'in t'e enemy. He was a vic'im, 'ike us." Painfully, Oliver squeezes his hand around Iole's. "T'e burcracy, t'e power behind t'e throne. T'ey did it... did it all. Got to te'l t'e peop'e... let t'em know t'e tru-"
"I believe we'd best let the young hero rest, he's speaking deliriously. You know how the opiates ca-" Reynard raises his hand infront of his assistant, silencing him. "Let the boy speak, I want to hear what he has to say about the late Regent." He runs his fingers down his sharp pointed goatee and crosses his arms. "Go ahead, Comrade Tipp, tell us more."
Oliver's eyes strains to look around the room at whose speaking, but his eye refuses to focus clearly. "Iole... w'ose 'ere, w'ose speak'in?"
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 2:00:08 GMT -5
::Iole bites her lip. This is going to take some acting on her part. Briefly she wonders if she should stop Oliver before he says too much. She knows that Reynard views Oliver as disposable as the rest of them, and talk of the Old Villains might not put him in the man's good graces::
Our good Commitstar took the time to come see you and personally thank you. He even pinned a medal on your chest, but you were probably too drugged up to notice. I think Lillith started tearing up.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 14, 2009 2:12:21 GMT -5
"Oh..." He exhales. "Good... he need to k'ow too. T'e I'ternal Affairs... t'ey did it... t'ey were behind t'e massacres. T'ey t'e enemies of t'e people..."
Oliver rolls his head over to get a better look at Iole, a slight but painful smile on his muzzle. "I to'd mese'f it would'in be... our 'ast night. I 'ove ye my lil'dragon." His eye closes, drifting in and out of a chemical induced stupor.
"Well, that certainly has been enlightening, make note of it." His assistant quickly jots down the statement. "I believe we need to get to the rally now, get well soon, young comrade. Hero of the people." Reynard smiles a cold, sinister smile as he and his entourage turn for the door.
Sid and Connolly quickly snap to attention as Reynard passes them in the hall. Though their eyes look to him suspiciously once his back is to them.
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 2:27:44 GMT -5
::Very carefully, Iole releases Oliver's hand and puts her arms around him, holding his head to her chest and whispers in his ear even though she knows he probably can't hear her::
Not our last night. We have so much more time now. We'll see all the worlds now.
::She waits for the room to clear out until the only ones remaining are Connolly, Sid, Violette, and Lillith. Eva had to leave in order to keep up her cover. The assigned Nurse continues scribbling notes on her clipboard, pretending she's not looking. She makes brief eye contact with Iole to give her an insincere smile, but Iole doesn't return it. The Nurse gasps, just a small hiccup that no one who wasn't paying attention was likely to catch, but her eyes glaze over and she looks straight ahead with a deadpan expression, like she's fallen asleep with her eyes open. She looks up at Violette::
I'm getting him out. As soon as he's well enough, I'm leaving the city with him.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 14, 2009 2:49:45 GMT -5
"What? Why?" Violette exclaims, confused by Iole intentions. "He's a hero, why are you so afraid."
Sid and Connolly look to each other and nod, knowing exactly what she thinks she saw in Reynard. "I dunno vhat it vas, but Reynard gave me a chill today."
"I noticed it too, but... it could be him just tired from establishing a nation. He look drained." Connolly argues, though he knows better yet refuses to acknowledge it. "Whatever it may be though, Oliver is an icon now. Whatever you believe Reynard may be plotting, Oliver is safe the time being. He won't be able to move for weeks, just hold out till then. My men are loyal to me and their comrade, he's safe."
::Outside::
Reynard gives the crowd one last wave before he enters his town-car, followed closely by his advisers and assistant.
"Comrade, about what Tipp said?" Asks one of his advisers, weaselly looking fellow with tiny glasses.
"Contact Alicia Strauss or whoever you can get from what's left of the Internal Affairs Bureau. I need to speak with them immediately." As Reynard speaks, a light glow of sweat forms on his forehead, which he quickly wipes away with a handkerchief.
His assistant writes down his order. "It is done comrade. But what of the Dragoon?"
Reynard stays still and quiet, say for the motion of the car, for a moment. "Let the people have their rat... for now."
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Post by Iole on Jun 14, 2009 2:54:55 GMT -5
You saw the way Reynard looked at him. I'm not going to let that man turn Oliver into his pet. He's done his part in this fight, and I won't let this happen to him again.
::Lillith nods in agreement::
Lillith: She's right. The only thing the people love better than a hero is a martyr. It's only a matter of time before Reynard finds a way.
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