FIFTY : You take my life...

[wristsniper]

[After careful consideration and resting on it for a day or two, Olivier decides on a course of action. She is hell-bent on investigating that dairy.]

[Phone, unfiltered : SUNDAY]Lieutenants and squad leaders, report in person. Do it before 8AM, or you're on my shit list

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[no_indoor_voice]

[Here's Tybalt.

Here's Tybalt with a rifle strapped to his back.

Here's Tybalt with a rifle strapped to his back and a grim look.

Also, it's 7:15 AM.

Yeah, this is what happens when you recruit him.]

[wristsniper]

[She's been up for three hours. Sup bro.]

What are you planning to do now?

[no_indoor_voice]

My presence was requested.

[...]

...ma'am.

[wristsniper]

Tch. Do you really think you can back me up? [As she's checking not one, but TWO handguns she has stashed on her person, to make sure they're loaded.]

[hop_toit_udonge]

-It's a good thing Eirin doesn't sleep. She shows up an an ungodly hour, in that case. It may not be such a good thing for Olivier, but hey, that's what coffee is for, right?-

[wristsniper]

[Who the hell is in the kitc--oh.]

You came.

[Hell, she's still putting all her damn layers on.]

[hop_toit_udonge]

I always do. -She pours a cup, bringing it over to Olivier.-

So... How may I be of service to you, hmm?

[wristsniper]

[Olivier tucks a strange-looking necklace into her undershirt and sets her jacket aside.]

Put the coffee down.

[armywithcountry]

[Shows up at 6:30 AM, armed to the teeth and looking pretty damn irritated.]

I can't believe how many fucking idiots are in this goddamn town.

[wristsniper]

[There's a sight for sore--oh. Oh god, no, nope, nuh-uh, still can't look at him without mentally picturing him naked, what the actual hell.]

Agreed. [NOT LOOKING AT HIM DIRECTLY. But at least she's acting like the next statement doesn't bug her.] Zevran's been gone since yesterday.

[armywithcountry]

[There's a long pause.]

You don't think that guy's actually stupid enough to take that fatass's offer, do you? Zevran's...kinda weird sometimes, but he's no coward - or at least, I didn't think so.

[wristsniper]

I'd hoped not, but he's either gone or dead... Or on some kind of sexual bender, but I doubt he'd do it at a time like this.

[rogue_crow]

[Guess who's standing in front of the dairy with an arrow casually half-drawn, Olivier? It's the one lieutenant who was AWOL on you yesterday, looking rather insultingly insolent.] Somehow I thought you might be coming, my dear.

[wristsniper]

[Guess who looks like she's going to kill you where you stand? She doesn't say anything immediately, just draws her gun and her sword and readies herself. Several long, long, long denial-laden seconds, and she waves off any companions. Once they're reasonably alone, she speaks in a tone that is drenched with vitriol.]

Coward.

[rogue_crow]

[This earns a laugh from him. It's colder than his usual ones.] Hardly an appropriate word for a man willing to face you down, yes?

I don't suppose I can convince you to turn back.

[wristsniper]

I trusted you.

[Far, far more than she wants to admit. The metal of his token seems to burn against her sternum.

She fires a warning shot near one of his feet.]

Action

[mayflychaser]

Woooooow!

Lucky day! Those are some nice melons!

[There's a sudden, draw out exclamation next to Olivier. If she looks, she'll see a spiky, blond haired man examining...cantaloupes on a stand.]

HIIIII

[wristsniper]

[She is armed to the teeth and glancing out of the front windows of the grocer's but yes, inevitably, she turns to stare at that.]

...Is this really the time for that?

[mayflychaser]

[Armed to the teeth? Surely you jest! Vash has never been among such types before in his life]

[He picks up one for closer examination, testing it with his hand.]

Nice feel! And they're on sale too! It's a good buy, don't you think, miss?

[wristsniper]

[A pause. A lengthy pause.]

Is that really relevant?