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[oliverplus]

[during the current crisis, Oliver has taken shelter in the Plane's library. he is reclining in a comfortable chair, with a book on the floor in front of him--upside-down and open, as though it's slipped off his lap. he is just stirring from sleep, and sits up, causing the back of the chair to come up with him. he shakes his head, looking about groggily for an instant--then, instantly, he's on edge. he looks slowly around the room, contemplating it warily] Hey, is someone...? ...no.

[slowly, he reaches down to retrieve his book--something on Greek and Roman mythology, for the curious. but he's still stiff and edgy, glancing around him before he turns his gaze downward, flipping back to his page previous page. but instead of reading, he looks up again, tense] Who-who's there? I hear you!

[ooc: Oliver has also made a choice! In your comment, please leave a note for me, either to PM you or your AIM/e-mail/whathave you so I can ask a question before he interacts with your character.]

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[oliverplus]

Thin the... [gapes at him--for about a second, but Asch is too bright to look at for long right now] These are people, you know! And we're not trying to take over the Plane. [bitterly] We're just getting used in their fights. A lot of people died in them...

[his expression hardens] We stopped it. They would've kept killing people--they even said the same people could be called up and die again. We had to do something, so we worked together and made them stop.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[He snaps without warning.] I know that they're people! [Of course he knows.] But you would have put up a resistance against anything downright obvious, right? People die every day and that's a fact of life, but it's usually for a reason and not in large numbers. You start killing a significant amount of people without any regard for who or what they are, and two things happen. First people get angry, and then they get scared. Scared people can't do a damn thing, and it's contagious. Eventually they would've won, not because you were out of fighters but because no one would've had the guts to think of something different.

[He runs a hand through his cockatiel-like bangs.] And it didn't work anyway. It's good to know that people here are useful for something. Whoever did this hasn't shown themselves... That's why you need to put together the clues and figure out who did it. You did it once. You can do it again.

[oliverplus]

[flinches at that because he is really can't think of something like the death matches so...objectively. looks away] We'll work it out again. We've just gotta work together.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch glances at Oliver for a long, quiet moment. He might have something else to say, but he thinks better of it.]

[oliverplus]

[glances at...the glowing thing that is Asch] I'll let you know if I find out anything. You let me know, too...okay?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[a beat]

... Lost your pet?

[oliverplus]

Nah. I wasn't holding Samwise when this all started, so he's still--[blinks as he realises what Asch is implying, then smiles sheepishly] Oh, uh...I meant to thank you for all that, too.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch turns a little red and suddenly looks away, not that Oliver can tell.] Tch. Don't bother.

[He starts to walk off.] ... And don't do anything stupid.

[oliverplus]

[frowns and calls after him] Yeah, you'd better not either!