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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/16/2017 7:08:52 PM
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[i]Oliver would go silent, then, simply resting his head against Sarah's shoulder as he closed his eyes, sighing a little. It was as if he wanted to say something, yet didn't exactly feel confident about it. At all.[/i]
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"You alright?" She asked, concerned.
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"I'm alright, yeah.. Not that I'm against it, but are you staying over for the night? It's pretty late. I'll take the couch if you are staying by, the bed's all yours."
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"Alright."
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[i]Oliver smiled, nodding at that. He had an idea.[/i] "I'll go ahead and get off," [i]He would say, as he would let go of Sarah and sit upon the other side of the couch, nodding towards her.[/i] "Sweet dreams, Sarah." [i]Oh, he was plotting. Not in a bad way, but.. he did have some Christmas ideas.[/i]
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She gave him the blanket, tucking him in. Then she would retire to his bedroom.
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[i]Roughly a few hours later, once he had checked that Sarah was asleep, Oliver snuck out of the apartment building.[/i] -------------------------------- [i]Sarah would wake up to the smell of breakfast. A rather good smell.[/i]
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She smelled the breakfast. "Mmm~." She got at of the bed, wearing pajama pants, and a tank top. Her hair was slightly tangled, making it bounce, a bit. Her arm tightly wrapped around a chibi plushie of Agent North Dakota.
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"Morning, sunny." [i]Oliver smiled over, out of his typical knightly garb and now contained within a soft white tunic, alongside a pair of fittingly cobalt blue shorts. He was working on bacon, while biscuits, sausage, toast, and hot chocolate had already been finished, set for Sarah if she wished to eat.[/i]
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"Thank you," she told Oliver. She sat down, beginning to eat.
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"Hey, no problem. Gravy coming up in a bit. I.. have family coming over, so that's why the meal's so big. My aunt, she wished to visit me." [i]Oliver mentioned, finishing the bacon.[/i] "Hope you don't mind her. She's great a fantastic, though she's.. interesting, I guess you could say."
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"This... will be interesting," Sarah decided.
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"Yeah.." [i]Oliver sat down, with his own plate.[/i] "When she arrives.. she'll pray a little to her god, or rather - her mother, a deity known as Thetis. I've never been highly religious, nor do I know if you're a religious individual.. mostly because I don't know this place's beliefs too well."
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"I'm not religious. Because I know if I die permanently I'm going to hell."
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[i]Oliver went quiet, for a bit, as he looked up at Sarah.[/i] "...Does no god save those whom sacrificed themselves for the betterment of the people? No matter their past, as long as they pursue redemption? ...Then the gods are wrong themselves." [i]He would sigh.[/i] "If I was to die, then I already know that from this sense of 'judgment', I will suffer. I am a soldier - we both are - and we suffer soldier's fates."
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"Oliver, there are no gods. Just asshats with a lot of power who think they're gods but have a weakness they won't tell anyone."
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"Then we won't follow those gods, and kings, and such. Others might.. we won't." [i]A soft knocking was heard, at the door.[/i] "...That'll be her. Guess you're ready for her, then?"
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"I'll go get dressed, in a minute. Appear more... decent."
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"Alright.. I'll keep her at the door, though.. She doesn't mind how you look." [i]Oliver would get up, opening the door and beginning to converse. Sarah could get some better clothing, at the time.[/i]
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She gathered her Warlock robes, putting them on. She brushed her hair, taking time to braid it.
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[i]The conversation up front seemed to worsen, a little. The speaking woman almost seemed.. angry.[/i] "So you sit here, with a girl, while your sister is gone." "I can't even do anything to-" "You can. Yet you only follow your sisters. What was all of that, about being free from gods and kings? What was all of that, then, to the Lady Guardian?"
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Sarah approached the door. "One, I don't remember him saying that. Two: How did you know I was an Iron Lord. And three: From what I've seem Oliver's too loyal. You go tell him to kill himself and he does it, no questions asked."
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[i]When Sarah arrived, the woman turned her gaze to her, bowing her head. She was beautiful, like a goddess descended from the heavens, with long streams of cyan-white hair and soft, light blue eyes.[/i] "Lady Guardian. Forgive my intrusion and knowledge. I am Athena - related to your.. friend her, of whom is my nephew." "Loyalty's burnt into my mind, Sarah.." [i]Oliver sighed.[/i] "That's all that knights are tamed to do: to be lapdogs."
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"Yes..." She studied the woman, "I can see the family resemblance." She shrugged, "Why do I think that knights and Titans aren't that different."
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"Mason isn't an idiot like I am and taking hits without actual armor." "He's complaining about the hammer that slammed into him, during battle. Though that is why we have clerics, dear." "Athena.." [i]Oliver sighed, as Athena would meet Sarah's gaze.[/i] "...If you don't mind, Sarah.. could we speak together? Some girl talk, if you don't mind." [i]Girl talk. Oliver scratched the back of his head, confused.[/i]
