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The ruthlessness in Olivier's eyes made him seem more beast then man. He had genuinely liked Elliot, at least a little. It wouldn't change a thing. Olivier glances behind him. He wasn't new to this, when facing more then one opponent never take your eyes off any of them for longer than you had...

Olivier rushes pasts what knives he could but there's only so many projectiles a man can dodge. The remaining knives rush towards him- A burst of flame erupts from the brown ring on his finger. It was more a miniature explosion then anything else. The force of it sends the blades flying away...

He doesn't waste a moment. Even as he cuts the stranger down his eyes scan across the field, keeping track of every foe left alive. The man he'd talked to in the bar had already gathered himself. Olivier feels his hair rise He leaps away from his spot without a moment's hesitation. The...

It was tedious and surprisingly frustrating keeping up with the group. Oh, Olivier could definitely race towards them and close the distance in a matter of moments but that would put him at a dangerously low level of Mana. No, he had to pace himself, use just the bare minimum so that he had...

The heated glare the mage sent her way wasn't entirely faked. Olivier grips the gold coins tight as he turns away. He cuts his words sort, simply giving Elliot a curt nod as they leave. He didn't spare Vega another glance. A moment passes, then another. Olivier waits until he's certain they're...

“My mother raised me to be a gentleman and because of you sir I have just made a pretty lady upset. I have stained my honour and my mother's memory… that's got to be worth at least a hundred and ten”, Olivier says, too busy haggling with Elliot over paying attention to Vega's glares. All the...

He carefully notes down her words in his head until it happens. Olivier's expression is as carefree as ever but his body tenses the moment the stranger arrives. They'd been careless. He watches the stranger, Elliot, with an uncaring expression. Presenting the image of a man who really didn't...

They raise a brow. “I'm a mercenary”, Olivier explains, a hint of amusement in his tone, “Killing people is kind of the job. It's how I usually solve problems, and this especially seems like an appropriate time for violence, my lady”, they say with a hint of teasing near the end. It went...

Olivier just watches the stranger. His expression seemed lost, as if he wasn't sure he'd heard rightly. “The future, eh?” The look in his eyes is skeptic, but he seemed to be entertaining her notion. Olivier studies the woman in front of him carefully. There was no known method of seeing...

His expression was already ice cold when she'd started talking and as she continued it only dropped further. He didn't tell her to leave though or scream over how she knew these things. There was a calmness to him that may have been at odds with what Vega had seen in the recent past. He was...

Unaware of the stress he had put an innocent pinkette through Olivier's day went as normal. Groggily fighting to grab another beer. What was less common was some woman having the audacity to snatch it away from him. Olivier glares at Rosa. “Rosa… give it back-” And then a pretty girl comes...

He stands and marches forward, intent on ending this here and now, but his injuries were too much. Before Olivier can even get his bearings, another dagger's embedded itself in his chest followed swiftly by another. He screams in pain and rage. The agony was like a white blaze through his...

There was a vicious manic gleam in Olivier's eyes as he looked at the cultist, a smirk on his face. “Think I'm dumb? It's cute how you think I'd forget you need your hostage alive. You don't really have a hostage if you can't kill them dumbass. Go ahead asshole, see if i give a fuck. I'll take...

He wasn't thinking, not in the usual way at least. The battlefield wasn't a place for complicated plans and well thought out gambits, it was a place of action and instinct. Olivier races towards the flames, absolutely uncaring of the danger. The moment the flames touch against his body he...

Olivier's eyes narrow. What did they mean? And that wand of his. It couldn't be- It wasn't really a conscious thought that prompted him to move. They saw the stranger raise their weapon and felt the hair on their arms rise and their body just moved on pure instinct. A part of them that had no...

“How rude, you don't see me bringing your mother into this”, Olivier quips at the bastard comment. He's smiling, he looks almost jovial at first, until you pay attention. The smile seemed like that of a shark, and his eyes screamed bloody murder. He was furious. He races forward to finish the...

Olivier barely holds back the snarl. He didn't care. Was that woman really naive enough to think he actually cared? He'd only bothered with her on the off chance he'd get lucky. He turns back to say something, he wasn't sure what. Whatever it was, the words die in his throat, as Olivier sees...

To those heartfelt words… Olivier scoffs. The expression on his face could only be considered ugly, as if all Vega's words did was piss him off more. “Do what you want woman, none of my business. This veil of delusion will be ripped off one day, and it'll burn all the crueler for it” …and...

Olivier blinks at Vega's words, and then laughs in amusement. He was starting to actually like this one. “How flattering, does that make me the man of your dreams?”, he asked, amusement clear. His tone becomes a bit more serious as he continues. “I'm sure you'll be a great barmaid Miss Vega...

Olivier frowns. That was supposed to impress her, not terrify her. Sure it was a bit surprising but he'd made sure his thaumaturgy was clearly harmless, he wasn't an amateur. Then he hears her words and the frown deepens. No Magic? What ass backwards town did she come from that they didn't...