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Post by Lillith on Oct 13, 2008 17:50:13 GMT -5
::Lillith frowns at the constable's statement as she slips the paper into her coat. He's right about one thing. Oliver wasn't safe anywhere anymore. But did that really justify taking him along with her? She's shocked that the idea had even occurred to her. But maybe if he was with her and the others, at least between the three of them he had a better chance of staying out of trouble::
I suppose we'll have to take him with us if it's alright with my colleagues. We might be able to keep that nose of his out of trouble that way. Who knows, maybe visiting Rena will scare some common sense into him.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 13, 2008 19:28:47 GMT -5
"Hey!" Protests Oliver from the corner. "I got sens!" he takes the last bite from his pie and in between chewing, speaks his protests. "Ben-on ta streets me hol-life! Nos lik those oinker's-kids, ben 'round, seen things. I'm tuff! Not sum lil'baby, I'an fight too! Ma dad was a greet fighter, mum always said, is in me blood!"
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Post by Lillith on Oct 13, 2008 23:32:02 GMT -5
::Lillith sighs::
I'm letting you come aren't I? But behave yourself. I can send you back anytime I please. And don't think I won't. We won't be doing any fighting where we're going either. The person we're going to visit is in a very delicate state of mind. And by delicate I mean already shattered. And she's very excitable. She may be broken, but she's still dangerous.
::She gets down her knees so she can be eye level with Oliver where he's sitting and gives him a stern look. Being headmistress has given her plenty of practice with this::
Very dangerous. Trust me Oliver, there are some things you can't fight with fists. Now I need you to promise that you'll listen to me. I can't take you if you can't do that much. Promise?
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Post by Oliver on Oct 14, 2008 0:49:58 GMT -5
Oliver nods. "Yea, I'll lisen, but I wanna help ya kno. I can do moor then jus be a'taggalon." He crosses his arms defiantly. "I wanna get whose do'in this too." He scratches his chest. "So... whers Doll-it?"
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Post by Lillith on Oct 14, 2008 0:53:26 GMT -5
::Lillith gets back to her feet::
It's actually pretty far out of the way. Are you going to need to pack?
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Post by Oliver on Oct 14, 2008 1:02:02 GMT -5
"Nah, got nuthing but was on me." Oliver replies back, watching Lillith rise back to her feet.
The Constable interrupts. "Alright, when you want to get out of here? I'll have my men get it set up."
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Post by Lillith on Oct 14, 2008 1:05:34 GMT -5
::Lillith smiles encouragingly at Oliver::
Is that so? You'll have to remind me to pick up some clean clothes for you as long as we'll be working together.
::She turns back to the constable::
I just need to return to my quarters and gather a few things, but I suppose we'll be ready to leave ASAP.
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Post by Situation on Oct 14, 2008 1:27:04 GMT -5
The constable nods. "Right, I'll have a train ready for you by dusk. Good luck all of you, god-speed. Sargent!"
The door to the office opens and the scrawny young Sargent enters.
"Accompany them to their hotel and then the train station, see they get whatever they need." "Aye, sir." He looks to the others. "Whenever you are ready."
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Post by Dante Shadesang on Oct 14, 2008 2:31:00 GMT -5
"Well, if that is the case if Oliver could be the next target and that no one is willing to take him in, I am all right for Oliver to come along with us, Lilith... personally, he could experience what is beyond the city walls..."
And not end up a bit like me...
Dante joins with the group and readies to leave....
(OOC - I shall pretty much go and post at the Yellow Line then.)
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Post by Kerion on Oct 14, 2008 13:09:47 GMT -5
*Kerion stays back abit before fallowing them, before stopping and telling one of the officers if they would keep some of his arsenal at the station until they come back for safe keeping*
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