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Post by Lioncl on Mar 31, 2020 19:43:24 GMT -5
Lydia had thought she had been prepared for Cheshire to appear but she wasn't expecting her to be on the ceiling this time. The sudden appearance of Cheshire still caused her to jump slightly but she didn't form any hardlight weapons this time. Lydia tried to play off her surprise and rolled her eyes "Unless you can see Olga's memories, you won't be needed" she said
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Post by Protractor on Mar 31, 2020 19:45:53 GMT -5
~~~~A Few Days Ago~~~
Tyuptreck was... less than thrilled by these circumstances. It wasn't everyday that you got to hunt down someone who made a deal with the devil himself so things had that going for them. But other than that this was just a very dull moment for the retriever. Right now the scarecrow-like entity was getting hammered by strange looks. He'd been stopped by some sort of law enforcement at least six different times just because he gave people the creeps. He needed a disguise. Something that wasn't very scary but was still noticeable an blended in. And then his gaze landed on a building.
~~~~Now~~~~
"Woah! Calm down boy!" Jerome chuckled as he pulled the leash of the German Shepard in front of him. "We need to go this way." Turning his head he gave Markus an amused look. He had found the man after a while of searching and had convinced him to help him for a while. But what was the amused look for? It wasn't because of the dog, but because Markus had gotten a bunny from the animal shelter. "Never took you for the kind to take a rabbit." Jerome joked.
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Markus only shrugged and walked on, Jerome and his dog following close behind. Quietly, he leaned his head down and spoke into the bunny's ears. "Don't worry, I know it's you. I'll let you go as soon as I get the chance..."
---- (Yes, the scarecrow demon deal maker retriever from hell became a bunny.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Mar 31, 2020 19:53:47 GMT -5
โMaybe I canโt see memories,โ Cheshire spoke, though she chuckled, โBut you donโt know what I have up my sleeves.โ She stood up then, except, her feet were on the ceiling, and thus, she was standings upside down, defying gravity as she could, before she jumped and flipped, landing beside Lydia in the correct, gravity following manner, โIโm sure I can still handle Olga, but thanks for the concern. So what do we need? A lullaby? Or does someone just need to talk to her?โ She stared distantly, no concern at all in her voice, but at least she wasnโt being overly threatening.
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Post by Lioncl on Mar 31, 2020 20:33:15 GMT -5
Lydia gritted her teeth "If you take that same tone with her, I'm going to make sure you regret it" she said. "She has a lot of information about a potential teammate. I don't know how much you know but we're looking for a weather manipulator and Olga has the location. I figured Ollie would be better suited than the majority of us to talk to her especially with his powers but no, he's gotta be selfish and send miss callous over to do his work for him" she said.
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Post by Light on Apr 1, 2020 0:19:47 GMT -5
(Heheh. A good ol' German Shepard. Good choice. :3) --- Ollie chuckled good-naturedly when she was gone. "No need to push," he huffed in amusement, before turning and heading away. He took long quick strides. His first destination was already solidified in his mind. Walking through the alleys in the dark brought back some sad memories. He had nothing back then. Not really. The only reason he survived was due to the few kind souls among the rough and tumble world of the forgotten. As forgotten as they could become in the city without becoming like him. The scenery around him changed as he walked, looking less pristine and more dirty and unkempt. He stopped in front of a shack, and hesitated a moment before knocking on the wall. It was silent for a few moments, but then he heard footsteps. The old cloths covering the entrance were swept aside. "Wadya want?" A boy asked, a guarded expression on his face.
"I'm looking for Old Shammer. Is he around?" Ollie tried to peer inside.
"We're outa business. Haven't you heard?" The boy turned to go.
"Closed..? Wait! I know him personally! Will you please take me to see him?"
The boy looked annoyed. "It's late, sir. And Grandpa Shammer is sick." The boy flinched then, looking down at the ground. "Just go away."
Ollie knew what that meant. In these parts if someone got sick, especially someone old, they didn't have good chances of survival. Ollie glanced around. Seeing no one around he leaned closer. "I have money. You can get him medicine, food, anything! Just let me speak to him. Please."
The boy stared up at him with wide eyes. "One moment." The kid retreated into the house, the cloth door slipping back into place. A couple minutes later, a man came to the door. "You know my father? I don't recognize you. I knew everyone who came to my father's shop and you're not one of them."
"I do know." Ollie lifted his metal hand, extending it forwards. The man looked angry and smacked it away, but as soon as his hand made contact with Ollie's, something seemed to click in his mind.
The man took a step back, his face paling. "It's you. You were that kid." Ollie nodded. The man looked down, shaking his head. "Father isn't doing so well. I'm afraid he isn't going to make it." The man stepped aside then, holding the cloth up so Ollie could enter. Ollie ducked into the shack and looked around at the the old trinkets that lay about. So much had changed since he had last been here. Behind the small makeshift counter, the boy stood with his mother by a fireplace. "He's in here," the man murmured, standing in the doorway of a small back room. Ollie turned and walked towards the room. He stopped in the doorway. The old man lay in the bed, blankets piled on top of him. The moonlight shone from a small lonely window, making the Ol' Shammer's skin seem deathly pale. Ollie felt his eyes moisten.
"Who's this?" he croaked.
"Don't you recognize him father? He's the boy from all those years ago, he-" The man stopped when Ollie spoke.
"It's me. Forgotten," Ollie murmured, extending his metal hand. He touched Shammer's hand. The Old Shammer chuckled, a deep rumbling sort of sound. "Aren't we all?" His smile was more than enough say that he remembered. - It had been a long time ago. Ollie had been a small child, perhaps about 6 or 7 in age. The family had been shopping in the store. He had only been distracted for a few moments, but next thing he knew, they were gone. They had forgotten him. Again. Usually he was close enough to home that he could find his way back, but this time he was lost. People were everywhere and his family was nowhere to be found. He walked and walked and walked until his feet burned, and by then the sun was going down. He sat in the dirt and cried, his meagre hope fading with the setting sun. It was getting cold. He had nearly cried himself to sleep, right there in the middle of nowhere, when something warm dropped over his shoulders. Little Ollie blinked to his senses and looked down. It was a dark old coat that was much too big for him. But it was warm, and that was all that mattered to the child. He pulled it around him, as if holding it tight would keep him warm.
"Now then, what do we have here?" An aged man crouched down before Ollie. Ollie pulled the coat up, covering his face as if that would protect him from the stranger. "What's a kid like you doing around in these parts? Hey now, don't be shy." The old man grunted and sat down beside Ollie. "Say, what's your name, kid?" Ollie opened his mouth, then closed it. Why say it? Nobody ever really remembered his name anyways. "It doesn't matter..." Ollie muttered, shoving his face into his arms.
"Why not?" The man asked, trying to peer at Ollie's face through the coat barrier he had made for himself. "'Cause I'm forgotten..." Ollie choked out, sniffling. The man burst out laughing. Ollie lifted his head from the mass of coat and stared at the old man as if he were insane. He held back a sob and turned away from the rude man. "It's not funny!"
The man wiped tears of mirth from his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. "But aren't we all forgotten?" he chuckled. Ollie spun around to stare at him with wide eyes. The man looked up at the night sky and stretched out his arm. "In a world were everyone lives for themselves, think of all the people out there who are left forgotten and alone. Around here, everyone has been forgotten at one point or another. Either they've been lost in the system, or they're here to try and be forgotten."
"But who'd want to be forgotten?" Ollie asked, his hazel eyes wide. The man seemed about to answer, but stopped when he caught sight of those wide child-like eyes. He couldn't hold back a smile from bursting on his face. "Beats me," he said at last, looking up once again. "Being remembered is great. But being forgotten isn't always as bad as it seems. It's like those stars."
Ollie squinted up at the sky. "What stars?"
"They might be hidden right now. Hidden behind the lights of the city, but they are still there. Shining bright."
Ollie gasped. "They are forgotten..." he murmured, suddenly pitying the stars.
"For a time." The old man abruptly stood. "Come. I have something to show you." With some effort, Ollie stood and trotted after the man and his long-legged walk. The long coat dragged across the ground behind him. They walked a long ways. By the time they arrived, Ollie could hardly put one step in front of the other. Suddenly the old man seemed to fall down onto the grass. Ollie's eyes widened and he ran over. He tripped on the coat before he got there, falling with a grunt. "Old man!' he cried. "Are you all right?" He crawled over to the man. The man was simply smiling up at the stars. "Haven't I told you yet? Call me Old Shammer. That's what people call me around here," he chuckled. He patted the grass beside him. "Come lie down. Look at the stars."
"But the stars are-" Ollie's breath caught when he caught sight of the sky. He lay down on the grass and stared up in amazement.
"The stars might be forgotten for a time, but when you do see them, they shine like nothing else. They are truly something worth remembering." They lay there, staring at the stars for a long time. The aged man sat up at last, and glanced down with a small smile at the boy sleeping beside him. Strong and gentle, he lifted the sleeping child and carried him back to his home, where he tucked him in for the night. "Sleep well, Forgotten."
Days passed and Ollie lived among the forgotten. Each day was a fresh start, a rewind of sorts. Ollie would have to remeet Old Shammer for the first time, show him an object that the aged man had given him and he would mutter something about his poor memory. Then the old man would offer him work in his shop, or some days he'd help him look for his home. Ollie never did find his home. He wouldn't find it until several years later. Some days he'd meet the Old Shammer's son. The older kid was bossy and rude, but he meant well. One day when Ollie was in his teenage years, he returned back to that old shop and dropped off some money. Ol' Shammer's son saw him go that day. It wasn't until today that he really understood why that mysterious man in a coat of his fathers had come to drop off money.
(Ehhhhh. Got carried away) --- Olga found the kitchen. She took stock of everything they had, murmuring ideas to herself, and scoffing at anything dirty or untidy. Eventually she found herself by the living room. She stopped before she arrived at the entrance, listening to their words. She crossed her arms and waited beside the door, just out of view. It seemed they were talking about her and the weather-child. And something about Ollie being gone. She waited, curious as to what else they'd say.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Apr 1, 2020 11:58:47 GMT -5
(Now I just feel bad for Ollie.
But I also have muse, so therโs that :3.)
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Apr 1, 2020 12:05:54 GMT -5
Cheshire remained still, listening. Lydia reminded her so much of Orion. Bossy, stubborn, rude.
โUse Thatโs tone with me again! Iโll make you regret it!โ.
She smirked, rolling her eyes, those she stepped closer to Lydia. A child, she was only about 15, maybe 16, but she was horrifying all the same. โIโm callous. But Ollie isnโt selfish. Heโs not some servant, and youโre no queen. He doesnโt have to revolve around you day and night. Youโre here for a reason, Lydia. Donโt hold up the line because you get caught up in yourself. Heโs not the selfish one here.โ Defending him? That was unique.
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 12:58:27 GMT -5
Lydia went to grab Cheshire by her collar as she hunched down to get closer to the girl seeing as she was almost 6 1/2 feet tall. "I have never once thought of myself as a queen and I don't think anyone is my servant. Never have, never will. But Everytime I have needed Ollie for something so far, he is doing something that he needs to do. Earlier, it was talking to someone and now, he's going shopping" she said, her voice raising due to her anger coming out, "And he sends you to do his work for him. What the hell am I supposed to think after all that, huh? That he's the Messiah come to walk the Earth once again?" She said before shoving Cheshire away
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Apr 1, 2020 14:18:57 GMT -5
Cheshire, this time, didnโt act. She let herself be grabbed, though her eyes narrowed in raising anger, though she breathed out softly, listening to the other girl. When she was shoved back, she teleported away, fixing her collar with a huff, her eyes an angry hue, she hated being touched. โWell he needs to live his life. His friends are missing, and now heโs been placed with a group of people that essentially hate each other-โ hate me, โAnd how the hell should he know you need him? What are you, a puppy?โ She snorted then, โYou need him to do everything for you. And here I thought you were a grown woman. But now, youโd rather him do everything for you. You canโt just ask Olga what happened? You need him to snoop through her memories instead?โ
She turned, already ready to re-enter the Never Realm, though she glanced back at Lydia, โAnd he didnโt send me to do this, I chose to. Iโm not some mindless puppet, and I donโt listen to others. I can think for myself, Lydia. I think your just sour because you actually had to do something. But notice this, Ollie is dealing with enough as it is, and heโs trying everything he can be. He canโt chase after you doing your bidding. And if thatโs what you want, Iโm sure Orionโs looking for some minions.โ
This time, a green aura surrounded her hand, โWhereโs Olga. I donโt have time to argue with a childish brat. Youโre so worried about how we spend our times, but maybe you should worry about growing up.โ
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 15:11:50 GMT -5
Lydia's eyebrows knitted together "He can get back to his life as soon as this situation is over. The damn world is at stake here and he's here having a grand old time while everyone else is doing all the work. We were supposed to go to Olga's house together but he decided it was more important to talk to someone. I wouldn't expect a kid with a decaying brain to understand why we should have Ollie look into Olga's memories but I'll spell it out for you. She is an older person and we don't know how much information she has and how much she will tell. If Ollie went in and got all the useful information from her then that means we are one step closer to completing our mission. We'd be better prepared to save a girl that could be getting tortured at this very moment and getting a potentially powerful ally on our side" She said as green light started to form into what appeared to be tendrils surrounding Cheshire. As soon as the girl turned her back on Lydia, the tendrils lashed out at Cheshire. Her green hardlight had never failed to bind it's prey and she didn't want Cheshire to leave especially after pissing her off. "If you think that I'm going to bend the knee to some bastard that wants to destroy everything I've helped build, kill everyone that I've saved, kill everyone that I care about, then your brain must have already rotted" she said
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 15:31:29 GMT -5
I'm really enjoying this so far lol even though I feel that 90% of my rp with Lydia has just been her pissed off)
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Apr 1, 2020 15:33:45 GMT -5
Cheshire just listened, laughing softly. โIโm not a zombie, you idiot.โ She commented, though her smile only increased, โAnd if you want to see power, then fine, I can do a few tricks.โ The magic in her hands started spiraling up her arms, but she started to step away. โTime is precious, Lydia. Donโt waste it.โ Why did it sound so sad? Just that phrase.
Then she spotted green hardlight, she should have known better than to turn her back on Lydia. They wrapped around her, though her eyes immediately flashed into a red color, both of them, โYou think itโs fine to expect everyone else to work. To toy with people? To undermine them Lydia. You want powerful, fine, I can do powerful.โ
One moment, she was being held up by the light, the next, energy was filing out of the light, maybe even tugging on Lydiaโs own power, since the light was an extension, maybe a feeling of drowsy tiredness. Things, simple little things, like dust, and some painting on the walls, lifted into the air, Cheshireโs hair even lifting slightly, her grin strained. โHow about being powerless? Lydia? How about feeling your energy draining out, and not being able to stop it? How do you think Ollie feels, as he runs about fulfilling your every command, how do you think everyone feels, everyone youโve let down. You think your a hero? What kind of hero decides that she will use the woman who just lost her son, and no, not because he died, but because heโs changed-simply for the purpose of stealing her memories just to get an ally?โ
All at once, everything let up, her body flickered out of existence, the strange red aura that had surrounded her faded away, and the photos and painting fell on the floor, leaving glass shards in their wake.
(Like I said, energy displacement, she canโt steal powers, but she can..to an extent, take energy from others.)
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Apr 1, 2020 15:34:32 GMT -5
(I love Lydia, she doesnโt put up with Cheshireโs crap.
And donโt worry, Cheshire isnโt gone, sheโs there, just not in the same dimension.)
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 17:15:06 GMT -5
im glad you like her because I would hate to feel like you're being forced to rp with someone you don't)
Lydia could feel her control over the hardlight waning as Cheshire sapped her energy though it seemed like it was taking it more from the hardlight than herself. The hardlight looked more opaque and fragile by the time Cheshire was done with it. "You have no idea how much blood sweat and tears I would put into this mission if it meant increasing the chance of us succeeding by one percent. I don't enjoy giving orders to others but I will if I have to. This team needs a leader and I'm trying to push him into the role but at every turn, he practically tells me that he's still an immature kid" she said as she tried to manifest more green hardlight but a sharp pain shot through her head, causing her to lose her focus. The vines disappeared as she held her head with both hands. "I was powerless all my life dammit. I was blessed with this power to protect the weak and the helpless. I have hardly ordered Ollie to do much already though but the few times I have he has shown that he isn't someone I should rely on" she said through gritted teeth as she fought through the pain. "I've never thought of myself as a true hero. The media, the military, the people call me that but not me. I have too much blood on my hands to ever think of myself like that" she said before Cheshire disappeared.
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Post by Light on Apr 1, 2020 17:24:24 GMT -5
(Boop. Deleted post. :3 I'll pop in after this bit.)
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 17:24:58 GMT -5
lol light i saw you posted after posting mine so went back to edit and then saw you deleted your post so i changed my post back)
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Post by Protractor on Apr 1, 2020 17:29:23 GMT -5
I'm really enjoying this so far lol even though I feel that 90% of my rp with Lydia has just been her pissed off) ( I find that the more pissed off a character is the more fun they are to rp with
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Post by Light on Apr 1, 2020 17:29:44 GMT -5
(Heheh. Sorry about that. ^^ Now I'm debating whether she should come now or not. I guess it depends if Cheshire comes back right away or not.) (Again, lots of love for Lydia and Cheshire. <3 Great characters.)
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Apr 1, 2020 17:38:33 GMT -5
Cheshire stared, frowning, in the Never Realm. Her hands shook slightly, but not from any emotion, her form glitched slightly, and she frowned at it. She was a virus, a glitch in the code.
โFor someone whose tried so hard, you sure donโt appreciate the effort others put in.โ Was all she said, remaining the way she was, there was no point in returning.
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Post by Light on Apr 1, 2020 17:45:47 GMT -5
A few seconds of silence passed by the time Olga stepped into the room, a broom in one hand. She was no longer wearing sunglasses. "Tsk tsk tsk..." she sighed, shaking her head. Whether it was at Lydia and Cheshire, or the state of the room was uncertain. She looked around at all of the damage. She began sweeping up the glass. When she came across one of the picture frames, she bent down with some effort to picked it up. She sighed as she shook the picture free of loose glass. "How long have you been a team?"
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 18:19:04 GMT -5
Lydia turned when she heard Olga as her face clearly showed her surprise and embarrassment at the situation she had been caught in. "We just joined the team today but there are others who have been a part of it longer than us. I'm sorry you had to see that though" she said
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Post by Light on Apr 1, 2020 19:06:37 GMT -5
"Sorry doesn't solve anything," Olga grunted, bending down to pick up some more frames. She let out a soft breath when she stood, a small stack of frames in her arms. "Sounds like you've all had quite the first day."
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 19:52:04 GMT -5
Lydia let out a deep sigh "That's an understatement. Usually I can handle it but I just can't handle Cheshire. Everything about her just irks me to no end" she said as she started to help Olga clean up the mess. It wasn't fair that she was helping clean up a mess that Lydia had mainly caused after all
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Apr 1, 2020 19:57:20 GMT -5
Cheshire remained silent, rolling her eyes, Olga thought she was wise. What, because she was old? She couldnโt re-enter reality, not at the moment, she would glitch out entirely, so she opted instead to remain where she was. Though her voice could still be heard, albeit more distorted than before, โWhy are you so worried about the frames anyways?โ It was a stupid question, though she moved, picking up a photo of a black haired girl, a blond, a brunette, two redheads, another darker skinned brunette, and Ollie, though it seemed to float midair when she held it in her palms, it seemed she was back to ignoring Lydia.
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Post by Light on Apr 1, 2020 20:33:03 GMT -5
Olga smiled in appreciation when Lydia helped her clean up. "You need patience," the silver-haired woman told Lydia. Especially with children... especially teenage children. Both of them clearly had some things to work through. When Cheshire spoke, Olga's eyebrows raised. She could not see Cheshire, but she heard the child's voice. Perhaps it was one of the child's abilities. She hobbled to the couch and gently set the frames down. She glanced up, peering at the floating frame. "They are memories. It would be a shame to lose such nice pictures over a simple squabble. Besides, this isn't even your house. You should be more respectful of other people's things." She reached for the broom so she could continue sweeping.
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 21:15:14 GMT -5
Lydia shook her head "I've got plenty of patience. It's one of the few things you need if you actually want to stay alive on the battlefield" she said. At the sound of Cheshire's voice, Lydia gritted her teeth "Why don't you come out and help clean up? Maybe be useful for a change. Olga's right, we should be treating this place with some respect since it's not ours. Didn't your parents ever teach you that?" she asked though she doubted she would get a straight answer from Cheshire
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Post by Light on Apr 1, 2020 21:37:12 GMT -5
Olga huffed softly to herself at Lydia's response. When Lydia spoke to Cheshire, Olga let out a long sigh. The government hero was acting like a drill sergeant. "It's a different sort of patience I'm speaking of, Lydia." She swept up the clinking glass shards into a pile, not saying anything further.
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Post by Light on Apr 1, 2020 21:39:18 GMT -5
(A little more of Ollie. :3) Ollie walked away from the Forgotten Place, a bundle tucked under his arm and an empty wallet in his pocket. He didn't make a sound, but tears silently rolled down his cheeks. A wavering smile was on his face. He could still hear the Old Shammer's words now... - "You shone bright, my boy! Just like the stars. How does it feel?"
"It's great, but... I didn't know... Now that the haze is gone, the star is left so exposed. Shammer, what if the star can't keep burning bright? What if it disappears?"
"That's the thing, lad. Whether or not they can be seen, the stars keep shining." The Old Shammer burst into a coughing fit then. When he finished, he took in a deep ragged breath. "But this old star isn't going to be around much longer."
"No! Don't say that! I'll get you to a hospital! I'll make sure that-" Shammer grabbed Ollie by the collar, shooting him an intense look that immediately silenced him.
"No doctors. No medicine. I ain't goin' anywhere. I'm gonna die here. Right where I belong." Shammer began coughing again and his hand slipped from the collar of Ollie's coat. "Listen to me," he wheezed. "Keep shining bright. You have a good heart. Don't let it go to waste. Shine for me." He huffed a dry dry chuckle. "And remember. Just because a star can't be seen doesn't mean it's no longer there." - Ollie stared up at the sky as he walked. He silently vowed to himself that once the fight with Orion was finished, he'd get a job and earn money to help the people of the Forgotten Place.
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Post by Lioncl on Apr 1, 2020 22:20:57 GMT -5
(lol all that time spent with the military really rubbed off on her)
Lydia raised an eyebrow "What do you mean by that?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the side "I've always thought of myself as a fairly patient person. I mean yeah, there are times that I will be a little hot-headed but what person isn't?" Lydia formed a dustpan out of hardlight near the pile of broken glass so Olga could sweep it up
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ on Apr 1, 2020 22:52:38 GMT -5
Cheshire remained where she was, frowning slightly, not that they could see it, โI canโt right now.โ She replied when they told her to help. She snorted at Olgaโs comment, โMemories? Theyโre false things, every time you look at a photo, your memory distorts the event even more than it was. The emotions are never the same, a photo of a bad day can look like the best day ever.โ
Hollyโs birthday was not a good day, but Robin managed to snag everyone in for a photo...
โTheyโre just lies. What good does a photo do anyways? It just reminds you of better days.โ Her voice dropped off when Lydia asked about her parents. She hesitated for a moment, but no one could see her, even if her snark held in her voice, her arms crossed protectively around herself โDonโt have any,โ She huffed out.
She remained silent after that point for a long while, though she levitated the glass Lydia worked on. She spun it like wool into a ball, before she grabbed it with her hands, mindful of the shard as she threw it away, though again, she wasnโt visible.
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