http://sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-04-08 01:06 pm

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[OOS: Oliver gets cranky when he’s tired.]

Oliver has been doing a lot of walking. He's been talking to a lot of neighbours, and during those conversations he mentioned his abilities. Not everybody believed him, and not everybody wanted to take him up on his offer...but a few did. He's been patrolling their fields to increase their fertility. The land here is good - like a warm cup of tea on a cold day, like fine wine after a heavy meal.

He's patrolling around the Cooper house right now, for a much different reason. One step methodically in front of the other. He whispers words underneath his breath, gaze distant.

Once he finishes, he goes over to the earth bunker to set up some more Wards. Judging from his leisurely pace (which is not entirely due to the limp in his right leg), he could be interrupted.

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Jack keeps a steady stare on Oliver's face: threatening simply because he's not actually smiling for once.

"The man is a friend of mine. You leave your war at home, or you come through me."

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Smirking, Jack makes a humming noise that's mocking and slightly derisive.

"I'm good at seeing through lies, law-man. I read the Truth."

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-10 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
Of course he is, but then:

"Aye, and who told you that?"

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-10 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aye, and your horrors are less so?"

Jack narrows his eyes, keeping his blades down.

"You bring the war here for what could be wrought?"

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"You doubt my ability to know."

It's OK - there's no reason to trust Jack. But -

"You shall not persuade me so."

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack smirks again.

"Take it not as advice. Take it as a threat."

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aye," Jack says, "it is."

And he's tense, now. Gripping the cutlasses in each hand, ready to move as soon as - well, as soon as Oliver decides to do something with that power.

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack just leaps down from the truck and races forward, focusing now on the fight. His eyes stay fixed on Oliver as he charges, cutlasses swinging up and around, and there's a gleam in his eyes never before seen on the farm.

Jack Hollins has more than the stomach for combat; he has a lust for it.

He does enter Oliver's range, but he still dodges expertly, bearing singing the edge of his shoulder.

But blade is up and swinging - even barehanded fighters can be disarmed.

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack could force the door open, but he's not really a fan of fire in enclose areas.

Instead he retires away and crouches to rest and wait, watching the door.

Perhaps that warning will be taken
slayer_fray: (shocked)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-11 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
A man in a lot of pain just entered the bunker.

A man in a lot of pain who's... oh shit.

Hey, Oliver, have a T-shirt to use as a tourniquet. Mel's wearing a chest wrap underneath, it's OK.

"What the hell?"
slayer_fray: (alert)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-11 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anyone we know?"

Mel has a hand on his left shoulder, strong enough with just that to hold him back if she needs to.

Her other hand has a stake ready, and she's planning how to throw that and draw her axe before the guns are fired.

"What happened?"
slayer_fray: (confused)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-11 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jack?"

Yeah, Mel's met him. But that doesn't fit. So she's frowning thoughtfully, still gripping the stake.

"He's friends with Sokka. Knows the girls."

He never struck her as the hand-chopping-off type.
slayer_fray: (listening)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-11 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Semi-consciously, Mel presses her hand over the stump, applying her own brand of pressure.

But she's biting her lip, thoughtfully.

"This is over a friend of his?"

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