~Oblivion~ {A Fantasy RP}

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Alessia snarled as she moved closer to the Dust. "If I am being rude to you its because I have a right to be. Your kind killed my family, and then they turned my mother into one of you and she tried to kill me herself. So yeah I would say my rudeness towards you is because your a Dust." She tightened her grip around her dagger, she wanted to cut him but it was clear the guards wanted to handle this.

Gold scoffed at her and replied as he waited for Oliver to check his scroll "Boo hoo, I have a sob story and now I hate a whole group for the actions of what? One Dust? Get over it jeez"
 
Gold sighed "Just some old Oracle I took a job to visit, here" he hands Oliver the scroll that described his job of delivering a package "See an official document and everything can I go now?" He asked impatiently, sure he was here to drop of a package but that wasn't his only job and he wanted to get both done as soon as possible to get out of this city
Oliver read it over carefully then handed it back “Yeah, ok. Behave yourself and all that Jazz” he said. His words seemed more rehearsed and comfortable
 
Xyla listened attentively to all he said, all his reactions, etc. She did genuinely care, and showed that by keeping her eyes focused on him throughout the whole walk back to her house. She gave a warm "Thank you." for the pickup of the panther, before adding "Yeah and then I can tell everyone how an angel from Spirit saved me after I got hurt." She paused for a second, before they reached her hut.
He gave a nervous laugh, thinking she had forgotten his name already. It was probably for the better. If anyone knew that Neo had been that angel, they would immediately assume the worst.
Her hut was small, and rather isolated. Why? Shouldn't a girl like this be in the middle of town, surrounded by freinds and admirers? Somehow the thought of her having a boyfriend hadn't come to mind yet. His eyes darted around nervously. She was bound to have one... or three. What would they think if they saw him holding her like this? Beaten to death came to mind. Torture, neck-snapping, and the like.
But he would be brave, for once. He had to be. It wasn't like she could walk herself in there. Maybe he could drop her off then run and get the medic.
He pushed on the door. No ambush. No muscle-bound boyfriend. Just a makeshift table, and one bed. "Do you, um. Have anyone to take care of you? I mean, till you get back on your feet."
 
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Oliver read it over carefully then handed it back “Yeah, ok. Behave yourself and all that Jazz” he said. His words seemed more rehearsed and comfortable

Gold takes scroll back and tucks it away again "Thanks mate, I'll be sure not to murder whole families and such" he grumbles as shoves past the grumpy guard that was still trying to hold him back, the guard spoke up once more "Hey Oliver maybe go with him to make sure he does his job because it looks like you don't mind being around his kind" Sean growls, he really rather not have to follow that Dust and just decided it was better to dump that on Oliver
 
Gold scoffed at her and replied as he waited for Oliver to check his scroll "Boo hoo, I have a sob story and now I hate a whole group for the actions of what? One Dust? Get over it jeez"
"Actually it was a group of Dust, and keep talking give me a reason to hate more then just that group. " She got up in his face as she stared him down. Man this guy was really into pushing her buttons in all the wrong ways.
 
Gold takes scroll back and tucks it away again "Thanks mate, I'll be sure not to murder whole families and such" he grumbles as shoves past the grumpy guard that was still trying to hold him back, the guard spoke up once more "Hey Oliver maybe go with him to make sure he does his job because it looks like you don't mind being around his kind" Sean growls, he really rather not have to follow that Dust and just decided it was better to dump that on Oliver
“O-oh uh,,,, sure” he gave a small smile, rather grateful to have an excuse to talk to gold more. He followed after gold
 
“O-oh uh,,,, sure” he gave a small smile, rather grateful to have an excuse to talk to gold more. He followed after gold

Sean frowned a bit and returned to his strict guarding position, if Oliver was going to let him in then he's the one that can get in trouble for it.
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Gold sighed a bit, great now he's stuck with a guard, welp he'll have to work around it "So uh buddy, not to be super rude or anything but how are you even a guard?" He asks curiously as he grabbed the scroll to figure out actually were his next stop was.
 
Gold takes scroll back and tucks it away again "Thanks mate, I'll be sure not to murder whole families and such" he grumbles as shoves past the grumpy guard that was still trying to hold him back, the guard spoke up once more "Hey Oliver maybe go with him to make sure he does his job because it looks like you don't mind being around his kind" Sean growls, he really rather not have to follow that Dust and just decided it was better to dump that on Oliver
Alessia turned to Sean, "If he steps out of line and you need someone to hunt him down I want in on that party." She said as she glared after Gold as he walked away.
 
Sean frowned a bit and returned to his strict guarding position, if Oliver was going to let him in then he's the one that can get in trouble for it.
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Gold sighed a bit, great now he's stuck with a guard, welp he'll have to work around it "So uh buddy, not to be super rude or anything but how are you even a guard?" He asks curiously as he grabbed the scroll to figure out actually were his next stop was.
Oli looked almost a bit hurt “w-well I can fight well... it’s just I’m not good at, uh, people-ing....” he says
 
Alessia turned to Sean, "If he steps out of line and you need someone to hunt him down I want in on that party." She said as she glared after Gold as he walked away.

"I don't think it'll come to that, if that Dust steps out of line Oliver will do his job" Sean reassures as he watches the Dust disappear with Oliver.
 

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