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[ It's a number of minutes before Lloyd responds, if only because he's rushing to get things set up. NDWC is Dagny's project, but that doesn't mean everyone isn't helping out. Who can say no to Dagny? Stronger people than Lloyd, maybe. ]
[ olivia's relief is evident in the soft sigh she lets out. unaware of the festivities about to occur, she only feels the normal amount of guilt in tearing him away from his responsibilities. ]
I'm sorry to bother, [ comes her standard apology, ] but I was wondering... I mean I guess I'm more hoping...
[ what is she trying to say? she needs to just get it out. ]
There were two Qorral, back on Perdition's Rest... Felix and Odette... I was wondering — would it be possible to send them a letter, maybe...?
[ she fidgets uncomfortably, wondering is she should have thought this through better. perhaps he might not want to discuss something so... close to home. ]
They did... They were among the very few. I managed to heal enough of Felix's mind to negate the damage... Sakura helped me with Odette's.
Felix returned to his family, but many of Odette's children were among the Deemers lost... I-I didn't have much time with them before Zymandis came, but they were doing well.. for all that they lost.
I was hoping I could keep in contact with them somehow... See if they still needed support.
[ she feels responsible for them, clearly. a part of her still doesn't know if she'd done the right thing or not. ]
[ ohhhhhhhmygosh this was poorly planned. she's a MESS right now, she hasn't even begun to get ready for the party or done much but lay in bed and work herself into a frenzy to finish the last of her gifts for everyone else and oh gosh she'd written both letters entirely in her language what if it doesn't translate well and WAIT should she give lloyd a present too he's doing this huge favor for her oh gosh oh gosh ]
I-I mean — yes! I can be there i-in just a jiffy...
[ ok grab up the letters, grab up an extra pouch, make sure her hair isn't a total disaster and then she's on her way—! ]
Give me fifteen minutes? I have to help Uruz put up some decorations...
[ He knows his way around the castle too well after all these years to keep her waiting for long. He meets her by the dungeons' entrance, falling into step. His synthetic face doesn't betray much emotion—the body was build by cats, after all—which in this case works in his favor, because he'd probably look frazzled. He likes suits, but this particular outfit is...well it's very purple. (#alwaysreppin) ]
Olivia! [ Voice smooth, a bit lacking in inflection, like every word is thought out--because it has to be, because this body, like the rest of their magitek, runs on thoughts. His eyes are dark, twin cameras that whir very softly as they focus on her, irises flexing. ] Hello there, twinkle toes.
[ They haven't met in-person before, he remembers. Still, he falls into step with her easily. ]
[ olivia... isn't entirely sure what she'd been expecting. up until this point, she had always pictured a kindly old man working himself to the bone behind a large, dark oak desk. since news of his taraxa origins came out, that image has blurred and shifted into something unrecognizable, and still yet she could not have been prepared for what she actually does see in front of her.
she remembers, belatedly, not to stare. hastily glancing away, she reaches up to absently smooth her hair down once more, feeling all the more haggard in her worn alastair uniform now that he's so close, so polished. ]
U-Um. Hello, Mr. Lloyd... [ her tone takes on the same sort of softness one does when before authority, though it's not uncommon for olivia to instinctively defer to another. ] Thank you so much for doing this for me... I — probably could have picked a better time, but. [ well. what's done is done. ]
[ He waves her off. That gesture comes easy enough, he's had practice in the few years he's inhabited this body. ]
Just Lloyd is fine, and don't mention it. I'm here to help you, after all. [ As they descend, the dungeons don't seem any less dank and miserable than they ever did--but Lloyd's feet know the way, and at his passage bulbs along the wall light up, emitting a very soft, fairy-light glow. ]
[ olivia follows along as best she can, clutching still the letters and pouch between her hands. she is rather grateful for the dim lighting, hoping it masks some of the strained smile on her lips at his question. ]
It was... trying. [ for more reasons than one, but lloyd is hardly a therapist. ]
I don't know if I got to do as much as I could have.
No one does as much as they could. We never know going into a situation what will be expected of us, and when we look back, it's easy to see all the potential laid out before us.
[ They arrive at his door, which opens before he can even reach for it. He's still looking at her. ]
The important thing is--did you do what you thought was right?
[ she looks down at her folded up letters, recalling the lines and lines of small talk and platitudes she peppered her genuine questions of concerns with. ]
I — thought I did. I'm not really too sure anymore...
[ she tries to distract herself by peering into his office, her own curiosity getting the better of her. she'd always wondered how the higher ups in alastair spent their day-to-days... ]
[ It's a mess. Floor-to-ceiling mountains of paper files tower over the single, small desk in the middle of the room, itself covered with various manila folders open to reveal the details of a smorgasbord of otherworldly places: deserts, frozen tundra, swampy wastes, futuristic cities. The piles and piles of paper don't end around the desk, either--they continue to the far corners of the room, creeping up onto old dungeon doors that doubtlessly open to more rooms full of more paper. Thousands of years of paperwork. At least it can be said the mess is roughly sorted: everywhere tiny little post-its stick out, with notes like TRANSFER REQS, RESUMES, MISSION INFO.
If Olivia wants to look around, Lloyd won't stop her. ]
Doubting is fine. It means you're thinking about your choices--that's a good thing.
[ Audentes has many members who charge ahead. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but a multifaceted group needs a multifaceted approach. ]
[ the urge to look around is certainly high, but she also feels like just breathing on these piles of papers the wrong way would send them all scattering about the room. she dare not mess with any of it, lest she somehow make it... worse... if it were even possible at this point. ]
Is it? [ she probably shouldn't linger for long, but she can't help but question him, now that he's broached it. ] Isn't it better to be sure of what you do? Especially something as big as that...
Olivia. [ His tone is kind. He's seen this a lot--people adjusting to the work, adjusting to their team, becoming less and less certain of who they are along the way. It's normal, but if he can help that transition, he's going to try. ] What I'm trying to say is...you don't need to change your nature. It's all right to consider, and re-consider, your decisions with kindness in mind.
[ He lays his hand on her shoulder. It's a cool but steady weight. ] Who you are--is enough.
[ the coolness of his hand is not entirely familiar; koltira's was a chill that seems to sink into her very bones, where genji's can oscillate between gentle and extreme. lloyd's is a strange mix of the two, while simultaneously unlike either of them.
nevertheless, she finds herself growing quite silent as his works sink in. ]
...Th-Thank you.
[ she has ducked her head, hiding her watery eyes behind the unruly length of her fringe. fingers curl a little tighter around the letters briefly, before she realizes the damage she might do if she went on.
rather hastily, she holds out the little white pouch she'd been carrying along with her too. ]
Um — for you. I wasn't sure if — I mean you might not find use for it, but. [ she turns it over, showing the alastair symbol stitched into its bottom in a familiar purple. ]
Apparently in some places it's acceptable to give gifts this time of year.
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futurologists) wrote2016-02-23 06:53 pm
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Hey there, twinkle toes! What can I do for you?
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I'm sorry to bother, [ comes her standard apology, ] but I was wondering... I mean I guess I'm more hoping...
[ what is she trying to say? she needs to just get it out. ]
There were two Qorral, back on Perdition's Rest... Felix and Odette... I was wondering — would it be possible to send them a letter, maybe...?
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They did... They were among the very few. I managed to heal enough of Felix's mind to negate the damage... Sakura helped me with Odette's.
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And afterwards? They walked away?
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I was hoping I could keep in contact with them somehow... See if they still needed support.
[ she feels responsible for them, clearly. a part of her still doesn't know if she'd done the right thing or not. ]
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[ To think--the last time they'd spoken, she'd been hesitant about her healing powers. ]
I'll see about the letter, they're probably not on-planet anymore. It should be feasible, though. Bring me your letter once you're done writing it.
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instead there is a brief pause here. embarrassed. ]
I, um. I may have already written them...
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Can you meet me in the dungeons? That's where my office is.
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[ ohhhhhhhmygosh this was poorly planned. she's a MESS right now, she hasn't even begun to get ready for the party or done much but lay in bed and work herself into a frenzy to finish the last of her gifts for everyone else and oh gosh she'd written both letters entirely in her language what if it doesn't translate well and WAIT should she give lloyd a present too he's doing this huge favor for her oh gosh oh gosh ]
I-I mean — yes! I can be there i-in just a jiffy...
[ ok grab up the letters, grab up an extra pouch, make sure her hair isn't a total disaster and then she's on her way—! ]
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Give me fifteen minutes? I have to help Uruz put up some decorations...
[ He knows his way around the castle too well after all these years to keep her waiting for long. He meets her by the dungeons' entrance, falling into step. His synthetic face doesn't betray much emotion—the body was build by cats, after all—which in this case works in his favor, because he'd probably look frazzled. He likes suits, but this particular outfit is...well it's very purple. (#alwaysreppin) ]
Olivia! [ Voice smooth, a bit lacking in inflection, like every word is thought out--because it has to be, because this body, like the rest of their magitek, runs on thoughts. His eyes are dark, twin cameras that whir very softly as they focus on her, irises flexing. ] Hello there, twinkle toes.
[ They haven't met in-person before, he remembers. Still, he falls into step with her easily. ]
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she remembers, belatedly, not to stare. hastily glancing away, she reaches up to absently smooth her hair down once more, feeling all the more haggard in her worn alastair uniform now that he's so close, so polished. ]
U-Um. Hello, Mr. Lloyd... [ her tone takes on the same sort of softness one does when before authority, though it's not uncommon for olivia to instinctively defer to another. ] Thank you so much for doing this for me... I — probably could have picked a better time, but. [ well. what's done is done. ]
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Just Lloyd is fine, and don't mention it. I'm here to help you, after all. [ As they descend, the dungeons don't seem any less dank and miserable than they ever did--but Lloyd's feet know the way, and at his passage bulbs along the wall light up, emitting a very soft, fairy-light glow. ]
How did you find Perdition's Rest?
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It was... trying. [ for more reasons than one, but lloyd is hardly a therapist. ]
I don't know if I got to do as much as I could have.
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No one does as much as they could. We never know going into a situation what will be expected of us, and when we look back, it's easy to see all the potential laid out before us.
[ They arrive at his door, which opens before he can even reach for it. He's still looking at her. ]
The important thing is--did you do what you thought was right?
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I — thought I did. I'm not really too sure anymore...
[ she tries to distract herself by peering into his office, her own curiosity getting the better of her. she'd always wondered how the higher ups in alastair spent their day-to-days... ]
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If Olivia wants to look around, Lloyd won't stop her. ]
Doubting is fine. It means you're thinking about your choices--that's a good thing.
[ Audentes has many members who charge ahead. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but a multifaceted group needs a multifaceted approach. ]
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Is it? [ she probably shouldn't linger for long, but she can't help but question him, now that he's broached it. ] Isn't it better to be sure of what you do? Especially something as big as that...
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[ He lays his hand on her shoulder. It's a cool but steady weight. ] Who you are--is enough.
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nevertheless, she finds herself growing quite silent as his works sink in. ]
...Th-Thank you.
[ she has ducked her head, hiding her watery eyes behind the unruly length of her fringe. fingers curl a little tighter around the letters briefly, before she realizes the damage she might do if she went on.
rather hastily, she holds out the little white pouch she'd been carrying along with her too. ]
Um — for you. I wasn't sure if — I mean you might not find use for it, but. [ she turns it over, showing the alastair symbol stitched into its bottom in a familiar purple. ]
Apparently in some places it's acceptable to give gifts this time of year.