Post by Oliver on Oct 18, 2009 2:08:12 GMT -5
"Aye, t'ough I been keep'in 'im outa t'e loop. Dunno me real name or t'e like. He's in it ta rescue t'is girl, Ierys, t'at August wan's for... w'atever his twisted 'lil weasel mind can come up wit." Oliver explains. "Jus' to'd him ta ca'l me 'Ollie' on t'e ol'mirror t'ingy, afraid if me name gos out t'ere the Internal Affairs may hear an' best yet t'ough, I gos Yersinia t'ink'in I'm me father, Simon!" He laughs, "Bet it was brown trouser 'ime for her w'en s'e gos t'e 'ittle message I 'eft!"
Rummaging through his pockets, he pulls forth the tiny mirror device left over from the time of Natalia. “A, Clive ol’lad, ya t’ere? I find w’o I was ‘ook’in for but run into a bit of a snag. ‘oin ta be a ‘ittle ‘onger. W’ats t’e situation t’ere?”
A very disgruntled looking Clive appears in the mirror, clearly annoyed and anxious.
“Gods, we can’t keep waiting like this. I bet August has got his creepy little demon summoning hands all over Ierys fun bits by now, those should be my hands! Oh and talking of that, oh Mr. Creepy Crawly Man, the Triceutical building is freaking out with activity. Place looks like it’s under Marshal law there… but on a positive note, there’s a great curry shop right down the road, great view of the place and awesome curry, been hanging out there. You got to try it.”
Oliver rolls his eyes. “A’rig’t understood, ‘et ye know w’en were on our way. Out.” Pockets the mirror and sighs. “Friggun loon. A’right Eva, les’ head ta Luca. ‘ast I saw t’e two… oh an don say me name. Got t’e two cal’in me Mr. Secrets, ain’t t’at a hoot?”
Rummaging through his pockets, he pulls forth the tiny mirror device left over from the time of Natalia. “A, Clive ol’lad, ya t’ere? I find w’o I was ‘ook’in for but run into a bit of a snag. ‘oin ta be a ‘ittle ‘onger. W’ats t’e situation t’ere?”
A very disgruntled looking Clive appears in the mirror, clearly annoyed and anxious.
“Gods, we can’t keep waiting like this. I bet August has got his creepy little demon summoning hands all over Ierys fun bits by now, those should be my hands! Oh and talking of that, oh Mr. Creepy Crawly Man, the Triceutical building is freaking out with activity. Place looks like it’s under Marshal law there… but on a positive note, there’s a great curry shop right down the road, great view of the place and awesome curry, been hanging out there. You got to try it.”
Oliver rolls his eyes. “A’rig’t understood, ‘et ye know w’en were on our way. Out.” Pockets the mirror and sighs. “Friggun loon. A’right Eva, les’ head ta Luca. ‘ast I saw t’e two… oh an don say me name. Got t’e two cal’in me Mr. Secrets, ain’t t’at a hoot?”