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 Posted: Tue May 23, 2017 4:44 pm
It was so much easier to be prepared for dwelling out of doors when it was a matter of just teleporting into a store and taking what was needed, rather than having to have cash money. Having picked out some of the fancier items also meant things were lighter and more efficient models, and better for stowing altogether in a backpack and saddlebags. Between wood shavings, Morgan peeked over while pages passed, then paused and gave an inelegant, surprised snort on spying Bus. When is this from? Before or after we had her in the swing? He’s still in his Lieutenant duds! And that hair’s that General that help the tournament. But not the same outfit. Such a plain noise required explanation to keep up the ruse: “I think I’ve seen just that one. The one in red and black. Not up close, but down a street. These are the one kind, sure thing. AND SO CLOSE. Good grief you’re lucky nothing happened and they didn’t notice you. The other kind seems as dangerous. They wear booty skirts and run around like ***** Midnight Escort Extravanganza. You don’t have any of those it looks like…..?” Morgan held over a sharpened stick, “Mallow Toasting Device at the ready, serah.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2017 2:41 pm
"You've seen him!?" Olga burst out, turning her head to stare at them for a moment before snapping her attention back to the picture. Woah. To think Morgan had seen him too! At the question about senshi though, Olga froze, her eyes going wide on the journal. "I---" She paused, turning to briefly glance at her companion and immediately zeroed in on the stick. "Oh! Thanks!" Olga shifted the items over to one hand and took the offered stick. "Yeah I uh---" Crap. She never thought about that. She didn't have any senshi pictures because she was a senshi out fighting to stop the Negaverse! "Just---never happened to take any pictures of them." She admitted honestly, and turned to look back towards Morgan now that she had 'come clean'. "They seem like the good guys so I don't feel the need to take their pictures---" She tapped the non-sharp end of her stick on her journal. "Where as with them---bad things happen with them. I thought it was important to have pictures to show others to warn them, yanno?" Ivynian Ivy I am trash and I am so sorry -cries-
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 1:32 pm
Not a single one of your pink and white friend? I KNOW you knew that one when you saw ‘em. Know. Wherever that one is now. No pictures of your friends? Seem like the good guys, indeed. “You don’t believe the new reports then?” “I mean, I don’t: they BOTH seem dangerous and getting caught between them seems like a prime way to end up in hurtsville. Didn’t the news do all the ‘A City Under Threat,’ and what not? I’ve never stuck around to talk to any of them though. But yeah. I was walkin’ down 6th from some shopping at the Target. Saw that one down a cross street. So far as I knew there was no anime-gaming-comics deals at the convention center and wrong time of year for Halloween. A weird outfit to just wear around, so had to be one of those vigilante’s and I beat turf with my bag. Where there’s one kind, there’s sure enough going to be the other soon. ” “You gotta stick still for these photos though, jeeeeeeez. They ever find you, either one of them? What makes you think the skirts are the good guys?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 5:32 pm
"No I don't I mean---the news means well but they don't really have all the facts---or even if they did, there's always the chance there's some serious bias going on---" Olga paused, listening to what Morgan was saying, and nodded her head at each point. At the other's next round of questions though, the young woman was all but chomping at the bit to reply. That last question, it was just something she knew in her heart. It also never occurred to her at any point to wonder why Morgan was asking questions like this and what it could possibly mean. She all but tripped over her own tongue to tell her friend what was up. "They're the good guys because they don't go around kidnapping people and giving them life or death ultimatums!" Olga's hands tightened on her journal as she stared at Morgan intently. "I was kidnapped by them, and then taken to a creepy abandoned carnival, and I was told that if I didn't join them I'd die! Good people don't do that! Good people don't force others into stuff like that against their will!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2017 1:45 am
"What facts do ya got that make you so certain they're the yellow journalists?" Morgan widened blue eyes with interest and attempted, feigned sincerity. Owlish. But the answer was hard on about Olga's being stuck in a swing. Damn it. I already know that part. "No shiiiiiiiii- the darker ones? Well, I mean, the police force s**t all the time in martial law crazy-tude. But that's hard-real. Did they actually hurt you at all, or was it all bluster to intimidate you ? Like movie talk hostage s**t to keep you quiet? That's scary s**t- " Okay. Well, I know all that, I was there. .....but you knew that senshi. You knew them by name. Maybe I get you talkin, you'll gimme some of that in the ramble. Where are these senshi. Who are they. What do you know Olga....I want them. "Any of these ones in the pictures? How did you get away if they were gonna kill ya?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2017 7:12 am
"It's a gut feeling---" Olga shook her head. "They didn't, yet, just---you know, it was bluster at first, but I really do believe they were gonna end me!" It was now that she remembered she was holding a stick, and the young woman seemed startled by it. "Oops---" She carefully placed it next to her, making sure the end Morgan worked hard to carve wasn't touching the ground. "Oh, yeah---the guy on the bench at the seven-eleven---" Pyro "He was one of the captors and there was another one too---" Olga paused for a moment, just thinking about Haüyne. She shuddered. That one was really scary. Using that kind of magic to cut through chains to drag her around? Terrifying. She counted her blessings that she hadn't seen that corrupted senshi again, especially as Sedna. She remembered she had been talking though, and snapped her head back up to Morgan. "Oops, sorry. I was just thinking---that other one was terrifying---but!" She reached and placed a hand on Morgan's arm. "You gotta be careful when you go out, okay? Because seven-eleven dude got a serious upgrade---I---I saw him, fighting some of those skirt people, yeah?" She really needed to stop talking, but she couldn't. "And he's like...part monster now! He spewed this gas and stuff and just--- it's really scary stuff---I'd say he's on par with that other one who had me hostage now---and I couldn't handle him on my own either---" That last part was more muttered under her breath, but probably not soft enough with how close she was leaning in towards Morgan. "...Oh! Sorry---you asked how I got away---yeah! I just...thank goodness, I was saved by one of the skirt people---he was literally in a skirt. He and some others found out the plan and arrived." Olga's look grew a bit distant as she relived a bit of it, and once more she snapped back to focus on Morgan. "Sorry if I'm rambling I just---I don't think enough people know things, and not knowing makes things bad, you know? And I'd be devastated if something happened to you because I didn't share what I knew."
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2017 3:42 pm
The succession of rambling was wonderful food for thought, pinging questions immediately around in Morgan’s skull. Olga had seen Pyro more recently than the picture! And in his new guise as a partially youmafied captain, and his...powers? Fighting skirts, only that last part. ‘Handle m own either’ came through in the mumble with phonemes that were distinct from the m’s. ‘Own’ was an incredibly important word, particularly in how Olga was supposedly handling anything at all in a fight against any agent. Or a youmafied one. And wasn’t getting pictures of Knights or Moonies. yes yes yes yes yes It was possible, even probable, that Olga more than knew that senshi. Olga could be a Knight or a Senshi herself. It was enough clear, enough of a chance, that Morgan was pretty sure it could be sold to the powers that be and Bus and Haüyne and a few others could even justify surveillance? Or ...was it enough to full on just go for it? Try and trap her someplace with backup and bring her around? Morgan’s expression was deep interest, smile gone but eyes bright and intense as Hollywood spotlights, “No, I agree! I get it and I’m completely on board. I feel the same way- we gotta keep each other safe and share what we know- I can’t thank you enough for that. And for believing me, too. It’s ….well, I don’t have photographs of anything so…” “Hey...you still go out to take these? Could I help you sometime? I’m hella into parkour, so I can get a lot of crazy places, and can pull you up with a rope, or if you have any motion cameras can get them in places they won’t be damaged. And it’s all a day in the life for practicing stuntwork, ya know? We could try and get a new photo of that one on the bench. Maybe even at the same seven eleven, ha! Probably drinks Mountain Dew Code Red with those duds. “ 'Trust......me'? Why is that so familiar? "You going out alone as it to get these is cray, but I'll get your back. You gotta have a wingman. Whaddya say?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2017 10:03 pm
Olga seemed relieved as Morgan agreed, and smiled warmly at them. Just as quickly, at the question, her eyes went wide and her expression froze. It was very much the expression of someone who needed to explain away something, but didn't know how. "I...don't...really go out to take these anymore, to be honest." Olga replied, slowly. Her brows knitted as she stared at her journal. "Just been...busy...with school and such, you know? Plus once you see a few of the uniforms, you pretty much know what to look out for, yeah? She was confident with that reply. She looked back at Morgan, incredibly interested in what they were saying about parkour and stuff though. "You really are?" She asked, and then grinned. "You're amazing! Do you know that? You work with Krem to do stunts, and you're into parkour for more stunts? You're like---the coolest person I know." She beamed, and then looked thoughtful. "I never...thought about doing motion cameras or anything...have you ever tried...trailing after those people? Because if you have, or are, and you're doing it by yourself, then you're right! Wingmen all the way! It is crazy to go out there alone!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2017 7:10 pm
It didn’t make exact sense- why carry them around as treasures, on person? People carried things on their person that they were afraid to leave around to be found, or because the things were of personal importance like heirloom jewelry from dead relatives. Journalists, ha, would carry a journal with notes and references for immediate cross reference. Warning a friend was something, but didn’t seem like the whole story compared to that adorable wide-eyed look. “Okay, okay, I get that you’re nervous. I gotcha there. Hey, we can sit on it a bit, okay? It IS hella dangerous. “ Morgan lifted both hands palm up, patting the air, and their toasting stick went headlong into the fire. “ SHI-- HAsssa hah OOPS. Man down, on my watch. “ That mallow was abandoned to the fire, like the full out assault. A new mallow was speared on the pointy end in no time. “I’ll see if I can save up enough for a go pro. I need one anyway for stunt reels, right? Lemme know if you’re free sometime. After semester and stuff. If you’re willing, then, you can be MY wingman. I’ve never tried trailing any of these guys. Not with how dangerous it is. But I think you’re onto something. Getting actual proof and photos from sources of small media could really clue the public in on who’s the vigilante and who’s the terrorist. You’ve gotten some of the one kind. I’ll try to get something of one of the skirts in the meantime. If I catch anything, can I call you? “ “To show it to you?” “I mean, you’re pretty much the only expert I know. You don't have to. This stuff is BALLS crazy. “
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 10:48 pm
Olga relaxed, and nodded her head, but was briefly worked back up into a panic when Morgan lost their marshmallow. She also couldn't help but laugh. That outburst from them had been rather delightful! She looked like she wanted to protest the point that Morgan seemed to keep saying it was the skirts who were bad, but she let it go for now...because they'd get proof! They'd see with their own eyes what was up, and well, sometimes you just had to wait for that. "Oh my gosh, of course you can call me, Morgan! Anytime!" Olga assured them, and beamed. "Even if it's not about this stuff! I love talking to you." Her smile turned fox eyed, and she took to eating her fire cooked marshmallow off her stick, peeling it off and popping gooey pieces into her mouth. "But pffft, I'm no expert! Just a...goofball who happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. A lot...and it's crazy indeed." Since plans had been made, and there was nothing more to be said, Olga shifted to chattering to Morgan about other things. She found that time just flew with them, and before she knew it was time to hit the hay---for sleep. They had a ways to go in this excursion still, and she needed all the energy she could get! Ivynian I think this is def a wrap for me! If you want to just end it here, that's totally cool with me <3
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