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[oliverplus]

[Oliver has clearly not been having a good time of it lately. by the look of him, he's recently been in a fight. with what, exactly, is anyone's guess, considering what the Plane is like at the moment. in any case, he has bruises under both eyes, with scratches and contusions on his cheeks and forehead. actually, any later Doctors might find his exact injuries uncannily familiar. they are, in fact, the very same injuries he had when the Doctor found him in an alley after he was unknowingly possessed by a particularly nasty brain worm known as the Puppeteer]

[at the moment, Oliver is wandering the edge of the forest. his hair is wild, and so are his eyes. his clothing is rumpled and streaked with dirt, and he has a very stormy expression on his face. he's glancing around as he walks, his eyes flicking from one direction to the next, muttering quietly to himself]

I thought I could--no, he thought he could escape. Or even fight me again. Hah! [laughs darkly] Like he could do that, broken as he is now. Idealistic fool. He lost before he even started. And now... [grins] Oh now, I just have to find someone, and it'll be worth every minute in this pathetic human body. [chuckles to himself, but the sound is callous, his face twisted into a very un-Oliver-like sneer] People are out here somewhere...

[ooc: Posting again because I have free time this weekend, and Farrah is persuasive I couldn't resist the hallucination plot! Unfortunately, Oliver's hallucinations have been too immersive for him. While he isn't physically possessed by the Puppeteer, he has experienced a hallucination of being possessed (complete with getting a little beat up, oops), and at the moment, he fully believes he is. He's even hearing its voice in his head. This means that, though he lacks the accompanying super-human strength and speed of an actual possession, he is currently unstable and ready to start killing. Be warned that he will attack others--in his clumsy, human way]

[Also, if Oliver hasn't already interacted with your character since his choice last week, please still leave contact info so I can ask a question!]

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[lamb_of_gold]

[It's pretty clear something is wrong, here.]

...Oliver?

[oliverplus]

[grins when he sees him, cutting off his muttering] Hey, Mu. [the words sound almost natural, but his smile isn't quite right. inside his head, his thoughts are eager and excited, but there's a darkness to them--anger and bitterness seething just below the surface, and a deep, horrible fear under that]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Instantly wary.]

Oliver, what has happened?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Something is wrong. Sirkka knew about it from the instant it happened, and she's been searching out the source ever since.

And now she finds Oliver.

She's dressed in more than a simple bathrobe this time, but she's still unarmed. More impressively, her eyes are glowing white-purple and her hair and skirt seem to be moving of their own accord.]

Oliver, what are you doing?

[There is nothing motherly about her tone. There's no leeway at all. She is cold and stern, and she wants answers.]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver only sees her as a purple spirit, but he knows who it is this time. he wants to toy with her, but there's a flare of annoyance when he responds truthfully instead] I'm looking for someone to kill.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

I can't let you do that. [The trees behind Oliver groan and shift as if being toyed with by wind. Sirkka walks toward him, not actually pressing any of her power onto him yet.] Oliver, it's Sirkka. I need you to wake up, darling. It's time to wake up.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Well hello there terrible emotions. Sherlock raises an eyebrow.]

How very interesting.

[oliverplus]

[turns at the voice--and there's a stab of excitement, a smirk spreading across his face. while on the surface he looks cheerful and amused, anger and bitterness is lurking just underneath. and, deep down, there's horrible, all-consuming fear] What's interesting now, Sherlock? [the words as casual, but the emotions behind them are anything but. his posture has gone rigid--threatening]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[The emotions make Sherlock physically jerk. His fingers twitch as he wants to move back or defend himself. All automatic reactions that he tries to contain. He focuses, ironically, on what Oliver taught him. Still not enough to block the emotions but it's enough to allow him to smile.] Oh, I didn't know I might need John's gun today.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie, now slightly better armed then when he had gotten dragged onto the Plane, is making his way through the plane on a supplies run when he spots Oliver. Even from a distance, that doesn't look good.]

Oliver! Are ye all right, man?

[oliverplus]

Jamie! [turns to his friend with a grin--but there's something wrong with the expression. it's threatening, somehow] Just had a little run-in. Nothing too serious. [and for some reason, he seems very amused about that]

[bonnypiperlad]

Are ye sure? Your face...

[There's something about Oliver's face - well, his expression, really - that seems off. And there's a warning sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it's getting lost in the other warning feelings that have been going on since Jamie was dragged to the plane.]

Did one of those corpses attack ye?

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

Oliver may not be able to fight you, but I will! Let him go!

[oliverplus]

[turns to her, grinning widely] Leela! Those old ears are still sharp, aren't they? But you don't even know who I am. How do you expect to fight me?

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

I will find out. You are ... some creature, some spirit thing, taking his form. I will slay you if you hurt him!

[collector]

[hands in his pocket, his smile a little more distant than usual, Braxiatel is watching Oliver, unafraid]

Of course we are. Hello. I don't think we've met before. Irving Braxiatel. How do you do?

[oliverplus]

[turns at the voice--and breaks out in a twisted grin] Oh, I know who you are. A man hidden behind mirrors, letting no one in. But you're breaking. He was so afraid that meant you were going to die. Isn't it ironic that he gets to kill you?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Super-hearing sure comes in handy when it comes to crazed rantings! Roxas does not like the sounds of it, and thus approaches. He doesn't look so happy. ]

You mind repeating that?

[oliverplus]

[turns and gives Roxas a smile in greeting, though there's something just a bit...off...about it] A ghost now! I don't think we've met.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[Kate is patrolling near the forest, because it seems a likely place for monsters to hide; sensitive ears pick up Oliver's muttering and she frowns as she turns to him]

People are getting possessed now, too? [that's what it sounds like, at least, but Kate doesn't reach for any of the weapons adorning her; too easy to be lethal]

((PMing (http://www.livejournal.com/inbox/compose.bml?user=borntostand) is still good!))

[oliverplus]

[turns to her and smirks] You sound like you know what you're talking about. [his tone may be slightly mocking]

lmao laaaaaaaate I hate school :(

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

Such an expression does not suit you, Monsieur Day. Or, I suppose I should not call you that. Who are you, monsieur?

[oliverplus]

[turns to him--and his eyes light up. gives a short laugh] You're quick, aren't you? Since you asked, I'm known as the Puppeteer.

And you--you're the one who killed him. [grins widely] This will be fun.

[bit_impossible]

[oh, he does remember those injuries and how they looked. the resemblance is uncanny--and that bothers him, but nothing like the cruel attitude that has overtaken his friend. if there was anything that could bring the Puppeteer back somehow, it'd be the Plane.]

I won't let you hurt anyone, not here. Not again. [and just to see if that truth thing is still in effect (which it is), he adds:] Did you really think I'd let you get away with it?

[oliverplus]

[his sneer turns into a grin] Doctor! Oh, I know you wouldn't let me. But you don't have any way to stop me this time, do you?