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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.]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

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

How very interesting.

[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?

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

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

[oliverplus]

What? Oh. [puts a hand to his face] This. Had a little run-in with a monster. [grins, amused to say it like that. it wasn't just any monster]

What about you, Mu? He--I know you're always fighting hard for the people you care about. [the bitterness is coming to the surface now, his smirk hardening into something angrier]

[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.

[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]

[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]

[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?

[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.

[oliverplus]

[grinning] Is that the sort of man you are? You'd just shoot him?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Mildly as he can.] Oh, I'm a terrible shot, anyway. It wouldn't do much good.

[oliverplus]

No. [laughs darkly] Not against me it wouldn't.

Are you ready to see how you do without it? [shifts, just slightly--ready to lunge in Sherlock's direction]

[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?

[collector]

[At that, Braxiatel actually laughs] I know what you are, Vrund. The ghost of a worm. Those injuries are exactly the ones given in Oliver's medical reports, did you notice? You're not real. You're just his hallucination.

[oliverplus]

[sneers, tensing when Brax calls him out for what he is. but by the time Brax finishes, he laughs] Hallucination!? Oh, I'm real. He got away from me once, but it won't happen again. I'll prove it, if you'd like.

[collector]

Physical violence? How dull. It won't come to that with me.

[oliverplus]

[raises an eyebrow] And how are you going to stop me?

[collector]

[Braxiatel's hand moves in his pocket; a shield like that of his ship pops up around him; his smile is pleasant and untouched despite the fractures] With style.

Now, ultrasonic skull resonator, wasn't it? I don't have one on me, but I am somewhat gifted with improvisation.

[From behind his barrier, Braxiatel takes out a small silver box.] Nanobots. I brought them here to fix up Leela's eyes, but I think they can be talked into breaking up any ugly black worms that might be in Oliver's head. I'll give their collective some extra benefits if they do it. What do you say, my Vrund friend? You needn't worry about hurting Oliver. You'll be dissolved into pieces too small to cause him any injury, and these are very clever little bots. They won't allow any of the pain you'll go through to transfer over to him.

[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?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu's on the defensive now, his weight shifting slightly.]

You are not Oliver.