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Sweet, Sweet Release Having emptied the contents of his stomach one last time, Olivander wiped the sweat from his brow. That last bowel movement took the energy right out of him. He cleaned himself up meticulously and made his way to the main cabin, where he could already hear Captain Helmsley calling out for him. “Alright, you two, disembarking time. Let’s go see an old friend.” "An old friend?" Because he had been out of earshot, Olivander didn't quite catch the conversation between this old friend and the Captain. But, as they disembarked, Olivander could hear the excitement bursting from Kitt's lungs. "The Forge Master be praised...as I live and breathe...didn't expect to see you here of all places, Flynt!" "Flynt?" Turning his attention to the older gentleman standing before them, Olivander examined the tall, dirty blonde named Flynt. He was dressed in what Olivander thought was ceremonial armor. Perhaps the armor was related to Taros? And if Kitt knew Flynt, and they were both related to Taros, there was no doubt in Olivander's mind that this man was one of two people: a former acolyte or a former watchdog. Flynt obviously wasn't hostile, considering he had the courtesy to meet the passengers of the Swallow Tail at the docks, so that eased Olivander's mind some. Furthermore, Olivander was comfortable with Kitt's judgement of character, even if he was naive. Olivander would simply keep his wits about him and get to know Mr. Flynt. Olivander sighed contently, stretching and subbing his belly. "It's good to be on solid ground."

I won't go into semantics. im surprised yall are dealing with that pig still. Its not like you dont have a place to go. Though I get the memory, time, and love you put into that place is important. Still gotta know when to let go tho

you mean everyone revolting against their dictator and wanting the site to go down is NOT anarchy? well shit

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Sounds like fuckin anarchy. I like it. When are yall gonna leave YCM for good?

To Steal, Kill, and Destroy "You have taken much in your life time," said a booming voice over Olivander's temple. He turned on his heels to face his accuser, however, they were but a phantom. No matter which way his head weaved, there was no physical entity for Olivander to observe. Still, the voice loomed over his head. "Have you not? Thief." Olivander scoffed, trying ever still to find the voice in the dark. "I claim that title proudly. I've never taken from someone who didn't deserve it." "Oh? And what gives you the power to preside over such a decision?" it retorted. "My Lord, Hinder. Ever since I was boy, he--" "I see. Your faith, that you and a few crazed acolytes serve, gives you precedence to do as you please. How reckless." "Hey! That is not what I--!" ?Olivander tried to refute. "Perhaps it is time you understand what it is to have something--or rather, everything--taken from you." There was a sudden sharp pain in the young man's chest. A squelch beneath his chin made him look down at his torso. He watched helplessly as his very heart was ripped violently from his chest, blood pooling in his chest cavity. He fell to his knees, and-- He sat up with a start. He found himself grabbing tightly to his bare chest with one hand, and to his bed with the other. There was a knock at the door, and Olivander shuddered slightly at the rapping at his door. His head was beaded heavily with sweat and he could feel his bowels being charged, desperately needing to be evacuated. The knocking came again, prompting Olivander to reply. "Er--uh, just a second! I'll be right out!" he called. He darted to his private chamber pot and freed himself of the temporary complications. As he did so, his mind was still racing from the dream. "What in the name of Nuumu was that about?" he thought quietly. With a heavy sigh, he cleaned himself up and finally answered his door. "Captain," Olivander said with a nod. It was still blatantly obvious that Olivander had been startled. "Nothing like a good thunderclap to get the blood moving, aye? Sorry about all the ruckus. We'll probably be limping into port, but we will be there soon. Best get yourselves ready," Helmsley said. "Yeah, it got me good. Thanks for the update, Captain. I'll be ready," Olivander said, shutting his door. He braced his back against the door and slowly slid to the floor, his heart still beating out of his chest.

I'm not applicable. Idk if Cow intended to edit his initial post or not, but I will not be partaking in the RP awards, and no one should be allowed to vote for me.

Centerfold Adonis was pleased. Moses was well known both in and out of religious texts. To have Moses stand here before him was truly a moment he would not forget. “And I with you, Adonis," Moses said happily. “I look forward to learning more with you.” After Moses, two more servants appeared at the hands of the french woman, Geneveive Mireille, and Maita Masahiko, the young man with vibrant hair. These servants were Raoul d’Argery the Assassin and an unnamed child Lancer respectfully. And with servants introduced to their masters, the Director was prepared to move on to the next article of business: uniforms. This part, Adonis was less than excited about. He was always a man of his own tastes and styles. Per Director Wodime, these uniforms held special properties and would be key in their coming endeavors. Regardless, Adonis would have to see them for himself before he made any snap judgements. “And, I’m not sure if you noticed, but on the back of your right hand should be a sort of tattoo, with three distinct segments, all colored red. Those are your Command Seals. They give you three absolute commands over your servant, or a quick way to empower your servant for a moment. You only get three shots, but, thanks to Chaldea’s help, one seal will regenerate every day at 7 PM,” said the Director. Sure enough, Adonis turned over his right hand and carefully studied the command seals. They were intricate and, despite not noticing them before, he almost felt as though the seals were familiar. He would practice with them later in the field. Making his way to the locker room, Adonis did not hesitate to begin stripping. He slipped neatly into his uniform, noting that it had been neatly pressed and cleaned. He fastened his pants and belt properly and slipped back into his shoes. Despite his previous reservations, Adonis had to admit that the uniform was a perfect and comfortable fit. Not to mention, it wasn't entirely unappealing. He smiled and stepped out of the locker room, examining himself more closely. "It's not terrible," he said as he straightened his collar and stretched his wrists. "Moses, what do you think?"

To New Beginnings The period between cheekily stealing a kiss from Levanna and boarding Helmsley's ship was sheer bliss. It was the best time he had had in Galatea. Despite the impressions he may or may not have left, Olivander was glad to leave Galatea behind. Though most of his attention had been on Hinder's will while he attempted to take the best course of action to aid Galatea, his thoughts now lingered on the Watchdogs that had gone so suddenly. Their once, rather prominent group had dwindled down to two souls, whose journeys and dispositions couldn't be more opposing. Even so, Olivander had come to now rely on Kitt. As he sat against a port-side window, he glanced over his shoulder at the Forge-dog. He couldn't help but silently smile and chuckle to himself. Though their values did not align, Olivander was sure he could count on Kitt... in one way or another. He faced the clouds once more, pure silence between himself and his only companion now. This was fine. Good napping came in silence. The best napping came in silence around someone you could trust. Olivander wasn't sure he trusted Kitt yet, nor if the reverse was true, but he could still get a good nap in. At the very least, Kitt was honest. Maybe overly trusting, and naive, but he was a good kid. His personality perfectly challenged Olivander's own, and that would make them a good team. He was sure of it. Olivander nestled his head into his arms, bracing himself against the cool glass of the window. He could feel that nap coming on. He let out a lengthy yawn, just as Captain Helmsley entered the room. “Sorry for intruding,” the Captain said politely. “I do need to know, though, where have you been called next?” Olivander felt a tingling run down his spine and into his hands, curling his fingers until he gently opened the port-side window. There was just enough room for him to stick his arm through and point a finger into the distance. A smile crossed his face, as Galatea settled at the back of his mind. "West, Captain."

You can only keep one. Which do you choose? --dogs --cats --birds --anime

"So... you think we should stop them from fighting, or just wait it out?" Hideyo raised his head and chuckled. "We should wait it out," he said as he looked in Inu's direction. "We may all just be teenagers here, but we're not kids anymore. This bickering is silly to me, and I'm not going to get involved. They need to overcome it themselves if they're going to be heroes," he said with a smile. Inu had an interesting quirk. It was a mutant and emitter type. Having all the capabilities of a wolf with a fiery presence. Hideyo wondered if he Inu liked ear scratches, but he kept the thought to himself. "I think our quirks will work great together," Hideyo said suddenly. "I can compliment you at close quarters or at a distance, and provide you with cover. Just give me the word," he said happily. Hideyo hoped to develop a formal relationship with all of the students here over time. Hopefully, in the coming battle against Ruby Heart, he could gain some rapport with his teammates and establish connections for the future.

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Like Fine Wine When Kitt returned, Olivander felt solemn. Looking around, he realized their numbers had dwindled. It was to be expected. They were Watchdogs after all. The beckoning of the gods could come at any time, changing their course and driving them elsewhere with a moment's notice. Still, he would have liked to see more Watchdogs still present. Nonetheless, he was still glad to see Kitt. "Sorry for being late, or at least being the last one here." "No apologies necessary," Olivander assured his compatriot. "I've finished with Lar's Temple on my list. Apparently the young girl I was worried about, Emily, she still seems...to be alright...for the most part. She unfortunately is at a crossroads on being unsure what she wants to do now that her parents have become stone due to the curse nor what's ahead of her..." "You've done everything you can. Her journey is in her hands now. You should be proud of the work you've done," Olivander said confidently. "Other than that, Aiden said they'd do what they could to make sure she's still taken care of. But I gave the acolytes and Lar himself our best wishes and blessings to them upon our departure." The acolytes. Olivander still had his reservations about them, but he would have to let them be for now. As for Aiden and Lar, Olivander was glad not to see them now. It would only get him further mixed into Galatea's never ending story. "Regardless, I take it you've care of what needed with Lord Dia?" Olivander only nodded. "Then, I suppose our next destination is...well, I suppose you'll be happy about visiting them just to tell them you won't have to see their sorry selves again." Olivander smiled. "Oh, you do know me well, Kitt. Speaking of grape vines," he said as he spotted Levanna coming out of her office, making her way to the square. She did look well. "Mind your eyes, Olivander!" he thought to himself. “What a pleasant coincidence! Good morning to both of you,” Levanna said as she walked toward them. "A good morning indeed--focus! Good morning, Levanna," he finally managed to speak. “I admit, you have caught me at an inopportune time but I can always make room. How can Galatea serve you today?” she asked kindly. "Well, I don't about Galatea, but you on the other hand--Hinder damn it! We're actually preparing to end our journey in Galatea. This will be the last time we speak for a while," Olivander answered. It was almost sad to think about leaving Galatea, considering the work they had put in. And at the same time, it was quite a relief. "Actually, since you're here, Levanna," Olivander said as he folded his arms. "I'd like to apologize. I realize my methods -- Hinder's methods -- can leave a foul taste of the mouth. I don't have the touch of subtlety when it comes to politics, I'm afraid. I'm sure your religious council had their reasons for their actions. But Hinder," Olivander said with a sigh. "He is not a patient god. I do his bidding." Before Levanna could get in a word, Olivander was inches from her face. "But this bidding is mine." He cheekily stole a kiss from her soft, plump lips, backing away only as he heard a guard shouting behind him. "Perhaps I will return to Galatea. Some day. But for now," he said with a shrug. He sprang backward into a flip and bounced between two of Galatea's guardsmen, before calling out to Kitt. "I'll meet you on the ship, ol' boy!" "Seize him!" "Sorry gents! I love the ladies!" Olivander taunted as he sprinted away from them.

Set Wrap Olivander wiped his face of bread crumbs and stood up from his seat, stretching. " ...Something tells me we need to continue onward...and away from Galatea after today. " He nodded. "I couldn't agree more. I have very little left to do, but--" "I believe...we should make our rounds, starting with Lar's temple. I wish to check upon Lar's acolyte, Aiden and how Emily is doing. After that...I suppose we face the religious council once more." Olivander huffed. "That's all fine and dandy. For now, I will visit Lord Dia. I wish to make final amends with her. I won't be long behind you." With a short wave, Olivander left the inn and headed toward Lord Dia's temple. His footsteps were silent as the left the inn, of Galatea, for the last time. As he entered into Lord Dia's inner sanctum, Olivander silently offered her a prayer of thanks before he spoke. "You need not answer, my Lord. I've simply come to make peace," he began. "I've come to recognize the importance of your place here, and around the world. I hope in time that the people of the world will as well. Your works are of great importance, be they direct or indirect. And you continue to keep these people alive, myself included. For that, I thank you. I've also come with an offering," he said as he drew a single silver piece from his pocket. "One of three silver pieces from one of my first conquests. I know that money is of no importance to a god. But I hope that you will see the value in this offering. It means a lot to me." Olivander began to stroll away from the inner sanctum, but stopped at the precipice. "I believe you are the only god that Hinder will not allow me to steal from," he said with an honest smile. "And I'm okay with that." His footsteps echoed softly as he left Dia's temple, in Galatea, for the last time. As Olivander ended his time in Galatea, he drew from his pocket a small, purple pouch. Inside, it appeared to be empty to any other man's eyes. But what Olivander could see was much more. From the pouch, he drew a handful of golden coins, marked with a goblet that appeared to be spilling over. Hinder's mark. He stepped into Hinder's temple, crossed over into the inner sanctum, and sealed it behind him. There, he fell to his knees and offered Hinder a prayer. As he chanted silently, he spread the coins over an altar covered in gold, where his own coins stood out. "May the common man thrive. May the greedy fall. May the wicked become barren," he said softly. Olivander's footsteps were quiet as he left Lord Hinder's temple, in Galatea, for the last time. the remaining item on his list was simply to address the religious council. He had few words for them, because he wanted to curse them all. But he also realized that they could very well take his words and use them to strike out against the people. He sighed, looking to the center of Galatea. He would wait for Kitt there.

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