#oliender

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Who let me have gun models?

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You really should not make Oliender mad.

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AND I BEG T’YOU, DID I GIVE A MISTRUTH? HAVE I BETRAYED YOUR TRUST?

I THINK NOT, MY FRIENDS, FOR MY WORDS ARE YOUR WORDS - AND YOUR WORDS ARE MY GOSPEL!

Oliender can put his words in your mouth and you won’t even notice until he’s halfway to Romeoburg with your loot in his inventory

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🖍 🥺 pls

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V3 for any characters you like on the Valentine's day thing?

“You watch too many cooking shows, love.”

“Not like I have anything better to do!”

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I got a little carried away with this one, what of it? may as well if we’re sticking with th’whole canon x OC tomfoolery

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Quick sketch of Oliender just bc i wanted to draw this over-charismatic bastard - i’ll probably line it tomorrow if I wake up at a passable hour lmao

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...Not long after our conversation, the worst had happened, exactly as he had predicted. A duel, between Fred and Romeo.

A duel he would not win, for he would not fight.

Struck, again and again, yet he did not move. He would not give Romeo the satisfaction of his fury.

He would not move until he became inventory. Exactly as he had predicted.

Xara was shocked. Appalled. I never saw her after she ran off, but I know she didn’t fall as Fred did.

I was not as scared. It was all as Fred had said to me when he sat down next to me that curious morning, the morning he knew would be his last.

I regret that I was so harsh in my greeting... but he asked me to paraphrase our conversation. A memorial, of sorts. He would never know if I would forgo this promise; yet i feel it is my duty to honor his final request to me.

Curiously... there was another scrap of paper under the cut.

He told me about his breakfast. Twice as much toast as usual, and using Warped butter instead of his usual Crimson. Said it’d calm him when the final strike was made.I suppose it worked, as he didn’t utter a cry as he fell.

He told me about something fascinating. A way to remove Romeo from power. I suppose that was what he wanted me to write down above anything else; a sort of failsafe if something went wrong.

Speaking slowly, he told me of a pocket dimension of Romeo’s creation, one that any of us could enter as we pleased. This was by design; he liked to keep us close, even if it meant parading around in an alternate reality. Fred said it reminded him of a Holo-Deck, but I had no time to ask him more about that.

The password was #POTATO451. His favourite food, and each of their favourite numbers. Predictably, I was left out - Fred made a slight jest at my “number” being the pound sign hashtag at the start. Comedy made in earnest, but it served to prove how much they had forgotten about me. I was a contingency plan. The backup. How humiliating...

Within this dimension, there would be a lock. The key is the password, again... and with it, a hologram and gauntlet prepared for a champion spawned many cycles after his death. How many cycles... he could not say. Simply that they would have an entourage of their closest friends...

...and that he would be the salvation of everyone Romeo had abandoned.

I suppose I will have to meet them myself... assuming I find myself in exile by Romeo’s hands. Surely he wouldn’t forget the one liability he has left... right?

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thinking about Oliender/@s being a socially awkward yet bafflingly charasmatic dumbass like myself