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The phone ringing made Lonnie prick her finger by accident. She sighed, jerking the little cushion away, with the threaded needle still hanging on. A tiny bead of blood welled up on the pad of her finger. Her phone almost never rang, and when it did, it was usually Miriam, who had her own...

@YoshiAnkoTay Lonnie - https://www.rpnation.com/threads/eilonwy-lonnie-lydia-royle.100511/#post-2740803

"It's a start," Olivie acknowledged, nodding. North was a pretty vague guide, but it'd have to do. Surely they'd find something or other eventually, and regardless, it was best that they started moving as soon as possible. "Go grab your stuff. I'm going to go see what it's like outside." What...

"Of course you have an emergency bag," Olivie said, amused. She didn't say anything else - she had nothing to say and there was no reason to talk. And, if she were honest with herself, she did feel a little bad for single handedly turning Arya's current life upside down, and she figured that...

As Arya left, Olivie relaxed again, resting her head on the wall behind her and letting her eyes close. Her mind went blissfully blank for what felt like nanoseconds before Arya returned, a whirlwind of action in and of herself. The next thing Olivie knew, she was being dragged through an...

Olivie nodded, solemn. For once, she felt an inkling of remorse for this woman who went out of her way for her and had sacrificed more than she'd known at the time. Unusual circumstances called for unusual feelings, she supposed. "Fine by me," she said, stretching. Truthfully, she was feeling...

"It's not them I'm worried about," Olivie said. "I mean they're not pleasant, but they're manageable. I'm concerned about the hordes of psychotic demons that'll get pleasure out of ripping us apart when those brutes fail." Olivie hadn't realized how worried she'd been until she heard herself...

Olivie's eyes slid closed. "Who the fuck knows," she said, although not particularly forcefully. "I didn't have any goal in mind before and I don't have any now except to get away from those goons. Now that you mention it," Olivie tilted her head and opened her eyes to look at Arya again...

"I can't very well hurt myself on anything in here, can I?" she said, pulling her head forward to look up at Arya. A trace of herself was obviously still alive and well, even as mentally exhausted as she was. Thanks to how quickly demons healed physically, it wasn't a surprise. "But," Olivie...

Olivie nodded at the offer, slow and deliberate. She should eat, though all she wanted to do was sleep and reset, so she could return to what she knew herself to be. Food would help that process too, even if eating wasn't the first thing on her mind. "Not going anywhere," she said, tilting her...

Under normal circumstances, Olivie had no shame (after all, what was more fun than offending people with something as silly as her body, for example). Under these circumstances, Olivie didn't even consider it; she took the clothes and changed without pause, her movements somewhat sluggish and...

"Whatever works," Olivie murmured, walking along with Arya. It didn't even occur to her to consider what she meant by "her place"; all it meant to Olivie was having somewhere to recover a bit, so she could get herself together. If she were a little more cognizant at the moment, she would've...

Olivie, feeling rather detached, followed behind Arya. "I'm coming, for a bit. I need something to eat, and I don't feel like hunting." She was sure that by the time she recovered some of her strength, she'd be back to her old self, but for the moment, she was feeling out of it, to say the...

Matthew and Andrew quickly recovered, but looked at one another, eyebrows quirked. They were confident that they could take Arya, if they really wanted to (they were definitely not the type to accept defeat; no demon was). But what really got to them about this situation was not that a vampire...

Andrew and Matthew didn't take Arya seriously. The two of them, against her? And why should they listen, anyway? Especially to a vampire? Did she realize who - or what - she was dealing with? But, there was something important to be noted here: a vampire, actually going to someone's defense. And...

Olivie sat passively, completely motionless as Arya drank her fill. Quickly, she realized how draining it was. Being fed from was always a pretty draining experience, but in her current state, it was far more pronounced. By the time Arya pulled away, Olivie had to muster the energy just to...

Olivie, though somewhat still dazed, immediately looked up when she heard and saw Arya. She couldn't help her immediate reaction: relief. There would be no more beatings, abuse, or punishment... at least until she was finished. After that, and especially after the night she'd had, all she could...

The next morning, though the drinks had long since worn off, Olivie was already feeling lackadaisical. There was no spite in her; she was worn out. Last night, she'd gotten no sleep. From the moment Andrew and Matthew had hauled her off to somewhere private, they went off on her. All night...

It wasn't until they actually reached the bar that they acknowledged Olivie (as even a vampire somehow had more of an existence than she did, according to them. The vampire was actually more important). And when they did, it was only for Matthew to say, "we're leaving." They gave her no room to...