Major General Olivier Armstrong (
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mayfield_rpg2012-04-23 03:02 pm
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Patrol Fourteen | Add Another Candle to the Cake
-1671 Nelson: Locked to Housemates-
[After rushing through the house with hands over her ears the night before and barricading herself in her room over night, Olivier wastes no time in approaching her housemates in the morning.]
Tell me to make breakfast.
[Strange coming from her, sure, but she has to figure out if the effects of the flower wore off or not.]
-Action: Flower Shop-
[Her first order of business at work is to make sure all those strange flowers are gone. They had to be the root of the problem. While she's checking the window display, one of the regular drone customers knocks on the window, earning a glare from her.]
It is open, you don't have to knock on the window.
[The drone laughs and shakes her head.] I just wanted to say happy birthday, Mrs. Coxen.
[It doesn't take long before Olivier realizes most of the drones will be giving her birthday greeting, and she decides to flee to the back of the store.]
-Phone: Filtered to Ilsa-
[She decides that it's best to stick to working in the back, but while she's back there, she remembers that they finally got in the last of Ilsa's requested plants. Maybe she can have some normal conversation without anyone interrupting her with birthday wishes.]
I managed to get a hold of those things on your list.
-Action: Around Town-
[Olivier walks with her head ducked down, trying to avoid making eye contacts with drones, but it seems one calls out to her no matter how fast she walks. Every now and then, she straightens up, knowing her odd behavior will cause comment from those who know her, but it's not long before she's avoiding eye contact and picking up her pace again. She may even be careless enough to bump into people.]
-Action: Underground Base-
[She sits at the head of the conference table with a cup of steaming coffee. Anyone who happens to have made their way to the base for any business may find her sipping said coffee and staring at a broken pocket watch on the table in front of her.]
[ooc: She is lost in thought, and a sword or gun may end up pointed at anyone who tries to sneak up on her.]
[After rushing through the house with hands over her ears the night before and barricading herself in her room over night, Olivier wastes no time in approaching her housemates in the morning.]
Tell me to make breakfast.
[Strange coming from her, sure, but she has to figure out if the effects of the flower wore off or not.]
-Action: Flower Shop-
[Her first order of business at work is to make sure all those strange flowers are gone. They had to be the root of the problem. While she's checking the window display, one of the regular drone customers knocks on the window, earning a glare from her.]
It is open, you don't have to knock on the window.
[The drone laughs and shakes her head.] I just wanted to say happy birthday, Mrs. Coxen.
[It doesn't take long before Olivier realizes most of the drones will be giving her birthday greeting, and she decides to flee to the back of the store.]
-Phone: Filtered to Ilsa-
[She decides that it's best to stick to working in the back, but while she's back there, she remembers that they finally got in the last of Ilsa's requested plants. Maybe she can have some normal conversation without anyone interrupting her with birthday wishes.]
I managed to get a hold of those things on your list.
-Action: Around Town-
[Olivier walks with her head ducked down, trying to avoid making eye contacts with drones, but it seems one calls out to her no matter how fast she walks. Every now and then, she straightens up, knowing her odd behavior will cause comment from those who know her, but it's not long before she's avoiding eye contact and picking up her pace again. She may even be careless enough to bump into people.]
-Action: Underground Base-
[She sits at the head of the conference table with a cup of steaming coffee. Anyone who happens to have made their way to the base for any business may find her sipping said coffee and staring at a broken pocket watch on the table in front of her.]
[ooc: She is lost in thought, and a sword or gun may end up pointed at anyone who tries to sneak up on her.]
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But then again, Jenny seems to be bothered about nudity about as much as I am ((not much)) and the drones didn't seem to notice anything odd yesterday..."
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I should probably call him next. It was just a small leg wound but Frostbrand can be brutal."
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"Heh heh, I didn't know you were such a kidder, Olivier."
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I hope I get my healing powers back soon. I could really use them here."
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[So very intrigued.]
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"Well, honestly, I have trouble remembering what makes it work exactly, I just sort of do it. When I became a paladin, the priestess explained that my soul was like a spring of radiant energy and... something.
Anyways, I had two ways of working my magic:
One way was that I lay my hands on a person, and the energy goes right into them. I only have so much energy at a time, but I can control how much I give... If I haven't used any for a while and use it all at once, I can bring a man on the brink of death to almost perfect health!
The other way I can use as much as I want. I just speak the word 'sanare' and focus on someone, and their wounds would heal, sicknesses would get better, poison would purify... but it is tiring for the person too. Usually after receiving Sanare, a person feels like sleeping, though big tough guys can usually handle more before they succumb.
Both tricks feel really, really good, though! Perhaps too good! Heh, I've had some more up-tight patients ask to be healed only in private, because that much pleasure feels 'perverted' to them."
[Cade is shrugging at that last part, though obviously you can't see it.]
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[She pauses a moment before deciding to make him an offer.]
How would you like to be part of a resistance group? Sometimes, this town makes us fight. Not necessarily each other, but monsters they've conjured up. You could be part of the fighters and then help with the healers once your powers come back.
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"YES. I will definitely join the resistance! I had other powers too, hopefully they will also come back..."
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[She's slightly regretting her choice to take him in, but she couldn't really be picky with what Mayfield gave her, and so far all of the members, even the strange ones, seemed to carry their own weight.]
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