Comrade Duck

EDIT: Jackson has been removed and replaced. EDIT 2: Randall has been reworked and renamed. Terell Williams - The Billowing Storm "I tried to fix it the right way. It was rigged. So now, I'm gonna take matters into my own hands." Born to Earl and Julienne Williams, Terell is a

Pretty Little Liar “I can tell you’re suspicious of me, but I hope you’re not believing every bit of slander you hear, you two. Especially not tales from a crotchety old sailor.” Olivander wanted so desperately to slug Flynt until he either spat up the truth or his teeth, whichever came first. "It's not the sailor who told me about you," Olivander thought silently to himself. Staring into his plate, Olivander was growing more irritated by the moment. Every second that Helmsley and Flynt sat by chatting annoyed him. Thankfully, Helmsley was called away and left Olivander and Kitt with Flynt. "Fuck it. This is my opportunity to confront this bastard." But before he could stand up from his seat and pin Flynt to a wall, Olivander's hair stood on edge as Kitt quickly nagged at his attention. "Olivander Steele...you and I need to talk." "... he has the worst timing," Olivander thought, sitting up in his seat and facing Kitt. "You said to me earlier, the gods are fickle beings...and I whole heartedly agree with this sentiment. To that fact, your god and my god are no different in this...and in this...our constant bashing of heads will need to cease. If it doesn't, I fear for lives being lost in the crossfire. Not mine...not yours...these are things that aren't factors in this...what I speak of are the innocents on not just this island, but every single island. If we're to help people, then we must cooperate together." "That's just dandy, Kitt. Really. I don't know what else you would call my indulging you with important information, but I'll be sure to be more cooperative," Olivander sassed. "My methods may seem slightly archaic in simply taking notes...while yours seems to be more of the hands on approach...but regardless of this, at the end of the day...the boon of results received is all that matters." Olivander nodded. "You've got a point there, my boy. The results are important." "After I moved you away from Old Man Jones' home and our argument proceeded and ended...I won't lie to you, Olive...every fiber of my being was telling me to follow you...to strike you for your words. To speak to me as if I were nothing but a simple minded child...after I simply was preparing to give you what I had found and wrote down while you explained what you found in order to devise a plan...you caused my anger to almost take root. But I stopped...because in reality, the fight between us is pointless...we're here to help Corpus, not bicker and fight amongst ourselves. However you see me as, I don't care...but my duty is to do Taros' will...never questioning it." Olivander chuckled softly to himself, acknowledging Kitt's brazen words. "...I've gotten what I needed to off my chest. I feel you may have things you wish to say as well...so before we talk business, I'll ask: what do you wish to get off your chest, Olivander?" Olivander shrugged. "Well, we'll talk about that whole 'blindly following orders without question' bit another time. The only thing I wanna get off my chest now," Olivander said as he stood to his feet. He turned to look over his shoulder at Flynt. "Is why your dear mentor has been lying to me." Olivander faced Flynt completely. "I heard you coming up the mountain, by the way. So I know that you've met Pfeifer, David's good friend," Olivander said, directing the statement to Kitt. "To think a mere child would have so much to say about his elders is almost amusing. So," Olivander said, moving around the table until he was only feet from Flynt. "Who died, Flynt? And what word of power is it that you've brought to curse these people?" Olivander demanded. "And I won't take any of your slick tongue. Pfeifer told me the incidents stopped months ago. But why? And this time I expect all of the truth from you. Every lie that leaves your lips will be a cut across your back. So help me," Olivander said with that twinkle in his eyes.

Master of Deception "You're right, I do owe it to you. I did give you my word after all," Olivander replied, standing to his feet. He took note that someone else was coming up toward the cave, so the conversation he was having with Pfeifer would have to come to a close for now. "You've given me enough, Pfeifer." Olivander began circling to the opposite side of the cave, where he could avoid David and whomever else may be approaching. "What worries me now is what kind of danger I'm putting you in. But I suppose you know the answer to that already." Olivander removed his shoes and began sliding down the hillside as quietly as he could. He had a few things he could do now, but Olivander decided that the best course of action would be to investigate further. Pfeifer said that 'no one has died in months'. Was there a string of deaths that was being hidden? If so, this only further confirmed his suspicion that Flynt had access to a word of power. It made sense, considering he understood the topic so well. But that did not bode well for Olivander either. The last thing he wanted was to engage with another watchdog, again. Flynt was far older and had much more experience. Fighting him was not an option, as Olivander would surely lose. He would have to instead confront Old Man Jones instead. If anyone knew about a number of deaths in the recent months, it would be him. However, Olivander couldn't risk missing dinner with Flynt either. If he raised any alarms with Flynt, it could spell danger for everyone else. This was quite the predicament. For now, Olivander would return to Flynt's home and keep this new information to himself. He didn't feel like he could trust Kitt with it either. The fact that Flynt shared a relationship with the other watchdog was problematic, and could cause nepotism. Olivander would instead have to investigate further tomorrow. He could easily sneak out at dawn and get whatever information he needed. 

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Honor Among Men This boy clearly knew more than he was letting on. "Pfeifer," Olivander said with a pause. "Why don't they believe you? What do you think is happening?" Olivander got down to Pfeifer's level and looked him in the eye. "You might be a child, but that shouldn't discredit you among anyone else. Now, if you have concerns and you need them to be heard, then I would be happy to listen and address them," Olivander assured him. "And I may be a watchdog, but you're going to have to give me more to go on than a single word that you're looking for. So I'll ask you plainly," Olivander said slowly. "Is Flynt hiding something that would put you or anyone else in danger?" Olivander was doing his best not to jump too quickly. He was slowly realizing his irrational behavior lately, even if he did want to make something good happen for the people of Corpus. He had to slow down and take things step-by-step. His fear, however, was that he would be too slow. Too late.

Yes! With some help from a great mutual of ours, things have evolved quickly. I hope we can get things going!

I wanted to garner interest first but I think I'll go ahead and update the op with more details. Should be up within the hour! EDIT: Done! EDIT 2: I forgot the damn anima. Updated!

you know, I've never actually played Skyrim. It didn't appeal to me. But if it makes things easier to relate to, its a great way to look at it!

Cancelled due to lack of interest.

Jolly Roger “Flynt doesn’t say it yet -- I thought we were going to meet up tomorrow. Unless you’re telling me you got him to say it already?” Pfeifer asked. Silently, Olivander sighed with relief. They were both okay. Barely managing to keep his composure, Olivander folded his arms. "I did, Pfeifer. And as a man of my word, I'll tell you everything that he told me." Olivander didn't wait for Pfiefer to reply. Instead, he took a coin from Hinder from his pocket and flipped it high into the air, snatching it with his palm as it returned, but never viewing the result. He would have to wait. With complete focus, Olivander recited Flynt's speech word for word, never missing a beat. "Dies, Our Lady of the Sky, listen! To what your humble servants seek of you We ask for safest travels far and wide We ask for storms to let us safely through And in return, we offer this -- our faith We pledge that we will be your servants too” He sighed as he finished, shrugging as he did so. "I'm not sure what you were hoping to find, Pfeifer, but that's everything. I swear it on my god, Hinder, and my thieves' honor." Olivander kept clutching the coin, hoping, wishing, and praying that the results were as he hoped. In the meantime he looked Pfeifer in his eyes, trying to find some semblance of reassurance or even hope. He'd never been one to break his word, and he wasn't going to do so now. Rather, he wanted to settle things with Pfeifer and know that he and David would safe. He knew that this was more of a wish than anything he could hope to accomplish completely on his own. He knew he couldn't keep these boys safe. Not permanently. But for his own selfish reasons, Olivander needed to know that his work here, with David and Pfeifer, was done. He had to be sure that he was not leaving them in danger. Perhaps it was the dream that weighed on his conscience that made him invest in these boys. Whether that made his care for them better or worse, he wasn't entirely sure. Was he acting out of guilt, necessity, or duty? Perhaps a combination of the three? Maybe none of the above. Regardless, he needed to know.

Half in the Bag "My half? I'll tell you of my half, Kitt," Olivander said as he snatched himself from Kitty's grip. "I found that the relationship between Corpus and the gods is all but naught. In my brief time in the town's center, I saw a single woman offer a brief prayer to Messi's. And that was nearly all," he said with a huff. "There is not a single dedicated temple to the gods of their respective, individual domains, Kitt. And I don't know how young you are, but I'm sure even you know that gods are fickle." Olivander's eyes flickered with golden light before returning to normal. He was agitated. "Imagine, if you will, that we've taken all the people of Corpus and told them there was plenty of food to around," he began. "Then, we jam all the poor bastards into a cupboard. Every last one of them. It's total chaos inside, but they're all in one, single location. Savvy?" Olivander was talking with his hands now, waving them about as he spoke. "Then, just when you think things can't get worse, the cupboard is dark. And no one can tell who is who, or where the food is. People begin to get anxious at that point," he went on, still clearly irritated. "Now you've got the people of Corpus fighting over what they can get their hands on. Crumbs even! Because there's just not enough room in that tiny fucking cupboard for the lot of them. But instead of more cupboards of food being built, the people of Corpus simply die," Olivander said, snapping his teeth together. "They wilt and wither like a rose in the cold, until they are simply gone from the world." Olivander finally folded his arms. "These people need to open more places of worship. Dedicated places of worship to individual gods. Or twilight will come. And soon," Olivander finished. He sighed and looked north, hoping that he wasn't too late. "Don't bother," he said as he began running to David and Pfeiffer's hiding place. "I shouldn't have come to you." Olivander was gone. ---- Treasure Having returned at last to the cave from before, Olivander desperately called out for David and Pfeifer as he stood in it's hollow entrance. "Boys!? David!? Pfeifer!? Where are you!?"

Respect Your Elders “Well, um, I have to get this home, you understand, but Old Man Jones’ house is over that way.” The young woman pointed Olivander in the right direction, and that was a start. Perhaps he could get something done with Jones' help. "Well, your help is certainly--" “It’s the biggest house here if you get lost. As for the other thing you said, what Hinder can do for us -- er, me, I guess -- um, I would probably have to talk to my husband Grayson about that. I’m sorry, outside of keeping the island safe against the dream I’ve been having, I don’t think I can think of anything off the top of my head... " What'd she just say? Keeping the island safe from her... dream? Damn it all. If only the other watchdog was still around. They could've been quite the help now. But as this woman was already in a rush to get home, Olivander decided it would be best not to pester her any further. She had already done him a great service. “Excuse me," she said before scurrying off. "I'll have to thank her properly later. I'll also have to ask her about her dream," Olivander said with a sigh. "Guess I'll go see the old man then-- oh. Oh, hi David," Olivander said as he turned around, hearing a welcomed, familiar voice. “I forgot earlier to thank you and then when I got home for lunch and told mom she said I should thank you,” he said. Olivander could only chuckle. "You needn't thank me. I was happy that I could help you. And its very apparent that your mother and you both have excellent manners. Those are good qualities to retain," he noted. “So, um, Pfeifer’s doing okay by the way. He’s a lot better now after you talked to him, too," David mentioned. "Well that's wonderful to hear. It must mean the two of you are getting along better than ever," Olivander replied. "We were going to go see you together, ‘cause after this we’re gonna go play explorers but he said I should meet him there ‘cause he didn’t want to say something he wasn’t supposed to or, uh," David said in a hurry. He was already out of breath before he could get his answers together. But unfortunately, Olivander was holding on tightly to the last of David's words. Apparently Pfeifer was going to say something he shouldn't. That just made Olivander's predicament even worse. “I don’t know actually what he said or anything, but yeah he’s pretty good. Anyway, um, that’s all I had to say, hope your praying’s going well," David said. "Well thank you for allowing me to accompany you before. I'll catch up to you and Pfeifer soon," Olivander said, waving to David as he casually but hurriedly strolled toward Old Man Jones' house. If Flynt had been telling Olivander the truth, and he left nothing out of his speech, then what word was Pfeifer hoping to hear? Perhaps Olivander was jumping to conclusions, assuming the boy knew anything of a word of power. But if Olivander was wrong, then both David and Pfeifer would be statues soon. What's more, could he afford to put off his visit with Old Man Jones any longer? Gods only knew how long it would be until Corpus' destruction became imminent. And there was so much to be done! Olivander then made a decision. He stopped before reaching Old Man Jones' house and returned to the altar and offered a prayer to Lord Hinder. "My Lord Hinder. I seek your guiding hand. I must make a great gamble with the lives of the people of Corpus. Lead me down the path that would save these people and bring them to worship at your feet." he thought silently, on his knees. He took a coin from his pocket and placed it gently on the altar, hoping that his prayer would reach his god. Now, Olivander would make his gamble: "I have to see Jones," he said softly aloud to himself, grimacing as he did so. He could only hope that he had enough time to get back to David and Pfeifer to stop them from coming to any harm. He sprinted toward Jones' home, his eyes slightly aglow as he entered, quite literally, through the front door as he briefly made himself intangible until he reached the other side. He did not knock or wait for an answer. "Jones!" he barked as he entered the domicile. "Jo-- oh. Oh, Kitt. Kitt! Oh. Pardon me miss. Watchdog business," Olivander said as he intruded on Jones' residence. He quickly grabbed Kitt by the shoulder and pulled him aside. "I think my gamble may have paid off then," he whispered to himself briefly. "Kitt, I need your help. And I need your trust. I don't know what you're doing here, but there are two young lads who may be in danger. David and Pfeifer. I'm worried that they may have discovered a word of power, and you know more about the subject than I do. They're exploring the island, probably around a cove north of the village. Kitt," Olivander said with that same look in his eye as when he had slain a man in broad daylight, at the feet of the townsfolk. He was deathly serious. "It's not something I can do. I need you to save them. Now."

Old Men, Frail Bones; Young Men, Backbone Olivander sighed and brushed his chin gently before letting his hand fall limp at his side. He shook his head, almost feverishly, before addressing the young woman before him again. "I apologize. I realize this is quite sudden and I seem frantic," he said softly. "I believe Corpus is in grave danger. I'll need to reach Old Man Jones as soon as possible." With an outstretched hand, he finally introduced himself properly. "My name is Olivander. Most everyone calls me Olive." No awkward handshakes withstanding, Olivander would finally allow his chest to relax, completely unaware that he was holding his breath. "Might I ask that you escort me to see Old Man Jones? I realize I've already implied this, but the matter is incredibly urgent. I need to begin my work as soon as possible. And, furthermore, I'd like to thank you for your assistance. Is there anything Lord Hinder may provide for you? I would gladly speak with him and provide for you." Strangely, this was not something Olivander was doing because of his attraction to this woman. Rather, she had suddenly become his route to saving Corpus. Granted, he could have alluded sooner that Flynt was in charge, but he also felt that Flynt was barely shuffling his feet. His hope was that this woman's simple task of answering his question and guiding him to Old Man Jones would in turn give Corpus a new hand to be dealt. He had always been one to give to the people, but this was a special case. And, if nothing else came of their interaction, perhaps a gift from Lord Hinder could create more faithful followers for the god of wealth.

Still Fuming Olivander had gotten so caught up in his frustration with Corpus that he didn't notice someone slide past him to pray at the altar. Only when she addressed him did Olivander realize she was there. “Um, who were you praying to, then?” she asked. "Hmm? Oh, excuse me. Pardon my intrusion. I am a servant and watchdog to my lord Hinder. I'm here on a mission, you see," Olivander explained. "Only recently, I realized it may be that I need to restore faith and fellowship to the gods. And from my very brief investigation of Corpus, it seems I have a lot of work to do." Olivander sighed again, examining the town center. "Could you tell me, who is it that you pray to? And do you know who Corpus serves?" He had a suspicion that she would mention lady Dies, but he wanted to hear it from this patron directly. "I think I should take a sample of the townsfolk here. There are no temples to be found, and this altar is not nearly enough. I'll also need to speak with the authorities of Corpus. We should begin working immediately if Corpus is to survive much longer." Less they face a fate worse than death. To be so stoic that you turn to stone was not ideal.