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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 1:12 pm
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It was a quiet corner place, if you were talking customer traffic.
The actual cafe was a little out of the way (and definitely further than Equinox that he typically frequented), but Oliver was in the market for adventure... and contemplation, to be honest. His thumb was smooth and he couldn't stop rubbing it on his drink glass; it was obvious that his focus was not on the array of school notes and music sheets in front of him. He was looking busy, mostly.
There were two people on stage, one manning an impressive cello and the other situated in front of an upright piano. Usually he'd be paying the duo more mind, but as it stood the music served as ample background noise for his unmanageable musing.
Magic, magic, magic, magic, it always came back around to ******** magic. First the moonwalker thing, and then the Ezra thing, and—
Someone outside stepped on a grasshopper. A hand went to his head to knead it exasperatedly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 5:15 pm
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Oliver was mouthing the words art project with it suddenly dawned on him, "Oh, right, that." His face settled into something caught between curiosity and caution. "There were quite a few reactions when you showed up, I recall now..." What was his name? Renard? Something. He remembered him from the eighties too, though he hardly looked like Sibyl; then again, December seemed like forever ago...
"Sorry, my mind hasn't been on top of things lately." It showed too, with the way his eyes tracked the sound around the cafe—he wasn't very focused—and his skin seemed like it was as warm as it should be. Either way. "But still, we haven't formally introduced; I'm Oliver."
He sighed. Was this going to be another b*****d that hunted him down later for some inexplicable reason?
"I guess you could say there was a problem earlier." His head settled on his fist, attention floating around the room again, "It isn't anything anyone could fix, I don't think."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 6:06 am
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Truth be told, Oliver wasn't entirely sure what made that gesture recognizable, but whatever. Instead he shrugged, "No offense taken." Renard Leroux, huh. What a fancy sounding name, "I'm not exactly a fan of touching people either. You can come over if you'd like."
He was picking up the papers that were scattered all across the table, trying to make sense of his hasty system. What had he even been doing here? Ah, forget it.
Once he was adequately organized and Renard was adequately seated, he spoke again after a few second-guess fidgets. "I'm not even sure how to word it," he started to say; nevermind the fact he could even talk about some of the things plaguing him out of sheer... well, being unable to. His voice got very quiet, easily meshed into the quiet sounds of the cafe, "It's not that I see dead things or anything, but like... every time something dies, it feels like a slap in the face." He looked rather sheepish admitting it, "No, maybe slap in the face is the wrong way to say it..." He shook his head.
"Like just now," he used as an example, "Someone stepped on a bug outside." Oliver frowned, "Except that... times.... however many times people step on bugs throughout a day. It's a lot. Frankly I'm tired of it."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 1:06 pm
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"Thanatophilic... clairvoyance." Oliver said the word slowly, tasted out the syllables. He looked relieved, in a way, to have a word to put towards whatever it was that he was experiencing. "A few days ago." He replied quietly, his gaze finding the drink sitting on top of his table. A finger went to worry the handle, though he didn't pick it up. The circle Renard had drawn drew in his interest, but he didn't say anything about it.
"It's just bizarre," He went on to say, "I mean, if it feels this way to notice a bug dying or—or when my cat catches a lizard on the patio—I hate to imagine what it would feel like for a human." He shuddered. No hospitals for a while. The thought made him look a little queasy.
"It'd be more manageable if I could just... turn it off." Oliver sighed, "Or do something to stop it, I guess."
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