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Oliver Laece

"Look. I'm not here to babysit you, alright? Learn to stand on your own feet."

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a character in “Storm Shield - A New Beginning”, originally authored by Byte, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description




Oliver Laece
25 || Female || Charlatan || B-rank



“People see what they want to believe -- Like blind sheep they refuse to look beyond the fold; to pull the curtain aside and witness the man who commandeers the orchestra of lies and fraud they so religiously revere.”



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|| Full Name ||
Olivera Isabelle Laece

|| Pet/Nickname(s) ||
Oliver, Olive, Izzy, Blondie (used much to her chagrin), Lacy

|| Epithet(s)/Alias(es) ||
Charlatan, Dream-catcher

|| Gender ||
Female

|| Age ||
25

|| Occupation ||
Freelance mage, although has very recently opted to coalesce with others and joined the Storm Shield guild.

|| Guild & Rank ||
Storm Shield; B-rank




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|| Hair Color ||
Platinum-blonde

|| Eye Color ||
A muddy, washed-out green. It's often mistaken to be grey.

|| Skin Tone ||
Lightly tanned

|| Height ||
5'8" | 173 cm

|| Weight ||
124 lbs | 56 kg

|| Appearance ||
On a scale of average, Oliver manages to score pitifully meager. Having been living off of vagabond-survivalist instinct for quite an extensive period, she's reasonably fit and toned, though not overly so. More centered around endurance, really, and even that's arguably "passable" at best. Heck, you'd probably never notice a difference in comparison to most other mages who often outclass Oliver in that physical aspect, apparently. To be frank, this kid befits the definition of a street-rat. Wild, shaggy hair, baggy eyes and a restless posture in all that gives off a vibe that she just doesn't quite give enough fucks about proper appearances. She may own some fancy garments for the occasion, but the rest is a sloppy mess in contrast to it.




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|| Personality ||
It's to foreign eyes that Oliver is seen as the misunderstood loner with an inferiority complex. Little do they know that she's just plain unfriendly and hasn't at any point thrown a stand-offish cloak over herself to hide the fact that she is in some way feeling insecure about being the weakest link in the company of seasoned mages with the flashier powers (but you know people always interpret without asking the finer details). In all honesty, Oliver feels perfectly at home behind the scenes. She isn't keen on giving people expectations, because expectation builds confidence and that leads to trust and that ends up with Oliver having to actually put a hundred percent effort in what she does. And she doesn't. Ever. Because God forbid she'd ever strain herself or anything by doing what she enjoys.

In all fairness, Oliver isn't exactly bench-sitter lazy (not every sodding time anyway) where she can never be arsed to exert even the tiniest bit of effort into activities -- She does at least something! However that something is always very insignificant, average, run-of-the-mill. You can tell she never tries to grow beyond her limitations, because why would she cross the line of passable when that has done her just fine in surviving the day-to-day? She ain't here for a choir of 'Oh wows' where half the friggin' town is in awe of her oh-so awesome abilities, you know. That shit just isn't for her. Period.

In situations of a social nature Oliver tends to come across as a bit of a hardass, but that might just be people's misconception that the young lass is going to throw a hissy fit every time they say something. When really, it's when they are being politically correct piss-boys that Oliver decides to go with the agitated cynic charade. At all other times, however, she's surprisingly easy-going and sporadically drops the occasional witty line when appropriate; Not too serious, right? In spite of that, she does tend to keep to her own whims and rarely goes out of her way to instigate a socially awkward conversation between another Storm Shielder. She may have joined a collective, but it's not like that has changed her soloist mentality or anything.

That said, Oliver is a very skeptical persona. She doesn't take kindly to spontaneous friendliness, especially if you've proven to be a complete and utter git prior, and is even less accepting of compliments and requests to "partner up" (unless it's absolutely necessary). She can learn to be appreciative of new things if you're enthusiastic enough about it and can be somewhat expressive and social, sometimes, but usually comes across as stiff and forced as if she's walking on eggshells trying not to get the evil-eye treatment from some. Still, she makes for a decent enough company of you're willing. A little awkward, really, but she tries. Oliver is definitely not the most loyal individual in the guild. It takes a serious amount of time and effort to get a stable relationship blooming, ya know? She likes her boundaries.

|| Assets ||
Open-minded ~ She's skeptical, yes, but depending on your level of interest -- And Oliver's mood, she might be willing to change her view. What probably helps is that she'll forcibly accepts things she doesn't like granted it's for a good and better cause.

Logical ~ Oliver will always keep a cool and level-headed mindset in serious situations, which is especially necessary for her if she wants to keep her opponents gullible and dimwitted about her abilities.

Deceptive ~ Oliver's no master con artist, but she has a fairly good grasp of how to throw people for a loop. This particular trait is a double-edged sword, however, since Oliver willfully deceives friend and foe alike if it gives her an advantageous position on the field. If it's any consolation, she'll apologize afterwards if it hurts you that much.

|| Flaws ||
Poor attitude towards teamwork ~ Oliver typically disregards any teammates that she has and leaves them to fend for themselves. She expects people to stay out of her way, and works best when not having to take care of others.

Her independence ~ Oliver has an extremely hard time relying or even being committed to people, especially for a long period of time. If she realizes that she is, she'd probably freak out and do everything in her power to push that person away. She doesn't do too well with invested trust or placed responsibility, either.

Hands-in-pockets proactivity ~ Oliver isn't the type of person to give it her all, and typically holds half the enthusiasm and dedication compared to others. She's never had to go guns blazing to solve problems, but will kick it up a notch if things get messy.




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|| Magic ||
Charm ~ This is really just a mostly passive ability that heightens the most prominent emotion of whoever steps into Oliver's circle. People are more prone to feeling more of their current emotion, more sadness/anger/happiness, etc. when in her presence. It keeps them less rational and more susceptible to Oliver's tricks and attempts to persuade (and less likely to catch on to the nature of her primary magic). She can control this magic to enforce a hypnotic trance on specific individuals, but Oliver has not had to resort to such extremes... yet.

Reflector ~ A magic that allows Oliver to twist and distort any type of matter, whether solid or intangible, regardless of its origin (if it existed initially, or was conjured with magic) to her desire. By doing so, Oliver becomes virtually invulnerable to any attack, be it physically or magically, that enters within her area of control by having the trajectory of the incoming assault(s) warped to avoid striking her and even reflect these attempts back to aim for their originators instead. Oliver is also capable of creating illusions by refracting the light in the general area to twist reality itself in the eyes of her opponents.

|| Strengths ||
Distraction ~ Oliver is typically the token distraction of a team. Her magic is apt at keeping the enemy lines preoccupied while another member reaches for the nearest pipe wrench to bonk them on the head, or more practically: Fling magic bolts at their sorry asses until they're out cold for a good hour or two.

Defense ~ Her reflector magic can virtually withstand any force, give or take some monstrous renditions, and ping-pong them away from places where they could harm Oliver or fellow Storm Shielders. Preferably back at the poor sod said attack came from. Killing two birds with one stone and all that, right?

|| Weaknesses ||
Awareness ~ Illusions and charms stop being special once you know how they work. Ignorance is the lifeblood of Oliver's effectiveness in combat, and when the veil is removed and the magician revealed she has very little tricks up her sleeves. Hence why Oliver does everything she can to keep her opponents from becoming too acquainted with her magic.

Limited Targets ~ Oliver's reflector magic has a limited focus that extends to one single entity at a time. While that doesn't necessarily include a barrage of similar attacks '(Hell, even different ones, since her magic spans over a small area. Not that she'd allow anyone to catch onto that little detail.), Oliver can't, for example, warp an incoming attack and restrain an enemy at the same time; she is forced to release one in order to manipulate the other.

Counter Illusions ~ Oliver's illusions crafted from simple light warping pale in comparison to actual, real-life mirages. They're nothing more than child's play tricks, hallucinations which an adept illusionist can overpower- or even take over, effectively turning the figments she has created against their creator at the drop of a dime.




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|| Biography ||
Did you know that Oliver could have lived the marvelous noble life? Yeah, but she would've had to marry some overly-obese ponce because that's how that life works. So she rejected her entire heritage in favour of whimsical adventure. Eat that privilege! ... Wait, you actually believe that story? Hah! Fooled you good, didn't I? Naah, she wished she was the alleged heir to some old farts big pile of money, would've made for a much more dramatic escape, too.

So, Oliver isn't really that keen to share every single detail of her wayward life (not that any have asked thus far). She was just a typical kid of an average adoptive family living in a mundane house on a none-too-interesting meadow that was their family farm. It wasn't all that spectacular, honestly. As much as all that was fine and dandy, Oliver was -- And quite obviously still is -- A magnet for trouble; she attracted all sorts of unruly attention, was quick to resort to violence (self-defense, honest) and overall made little to no friends whatsoever. It always hurt more when she tried, and they'd turn against her anyway. Because not everyone can appreciate brutal honesty, apparently.

And at some point in her pre-teen years Oliver simply... left the farm in search of a better future, which let to her roaming Fiore on her own merry wits (thievery). Just surviving the day-to-day struggles of life. It was in this vagabond phase that Oliver acquainted herself with a travelling mage who, for some odd reason, took the child in as an apprentice after rescuing her from the usual trouble. Heck, it wasn't all that weird. Oliver always had some sort of interest in mages, biggest bunch of badasses these firebolt-flinging vigilantes were! But like with anything, she quickly lost interest and fell back on her lone life.

By that time, Oliver wasn't really trying to get anywhere. Places rolled around and people came and went, she was content with laying low and being nomadic. Occasionally someone stuck around, but they always ended up lost or disinterested in staying. She, herself, just got around with her newly acquired skills and toured from city to city. Every once in a while she took a favour and did some shady distraction-work for a larger operation. Nothing too fancy, just sometimes. But mostly she was alone.

It was only a couple weeks back that she caught on some chatter about a newly formed mages guild with great expectations. And if anything, Oliver has gotten kinda bored of being alone. Maybe. I guess. Who knows. It can't hurt to pay a visit and give it a little check, would it? And so she did, and much to her own surprise she accepted the invitation to join the guild. It certainly helped getting her name around and finding work isn't as much of a hassle now, that's for sure.

|| Reason They Joined ||
Accomplishment, perhaps? To finally have something to brag about at the annual family dinner? Not very likely. Curiosity, if anything. Finding kinship and all that, I guess. Whatever it takes to quit that party-goer lifestyle and actually pick a fucking club instead of meandering in-and-out of various unions for a quick buck. As for why Storm Shield specifically, however, that can be attributed to the luck of the draw. It's much easier to familiarize yourself with a relatively new guild that has yet to form a definite personality.

|| Aspirations ||
Currently? Not a whole lot. Oliver is pretty content with what she's managed to accomplish so far, but maybe she'll aspire to acquire a gold star, y'know, become an S class mage after she's grown accustomed to the whole guild philosophy thing. She ain't picky, though.



So begins...

Oliver Laece's Story

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#, as written by Byte
Oliver Laece
{Storm Shield Hall}

Mildly disinterested at the prospect of another 'boring day at the office', Oliver stared blankly into the mess hall of the Storm Shield guild from the safe confinements of the second floor banister; musing some non-descript hunch that any of these wanna-be magic badasses had it out for the new kid in class. Unfortunately deciding to make acquaintance with this one wasn't exactly soundproof, and left little to argue if anyone would ask Oliver on a play-date. 'I guess I'll thank my lucky star that nobody hangs around here as much.' Perhaps it was her indifference to the sauntering of other, more proactive guild members that she got these awkward stares from passer-bys – Like maybe this wasn't the time to be sitting on your arse when everyone else seemingly carried a different stance as soon as the clock struck business hours.

Because, y'know, Oliver was so fucking sensitive to everyone's opinion of her being content with mingling by herself. Like Hell she'd be, but that's what she got for being the new blood in this joint; people expected you to be on your best, as if she had anything to prove to them beyond what she had done in her first two weeks as a good little drone. Bringing honey for their alleged “king” so he could pay the bills and keep feeding his subordinates.

Speaking of which...

In vain attempts not to notice her surroundings (it was hard not to), Oliver's attention fell on the brief squabble between their oh-so inspiring leader and some rambunctious pipsqueak who'd just barged into the place like he'd been owning it since day one. Then again, she knew for a fact that this one might as well be. 'Tsch, kids...' because it couldn't be said that the local halfwits weren't enchanted by his precious puppy-dog stare, and he could probably get away with murder by just smiling innocent-like. Oliver never had good relations with children. Tended to be more trouble then they were worth, and this one didn't seem to sway that opinion any more than it had. Right, she should probably leave well enough alone, didn't do to dwell on the kiddiewink who just broke the monotony (plus she figured that giving it any more stares might invoke social tendencies). And so Oliver walked alongside the far-end wall, hoping to avoid catching any attention in the process, to the job board.

Maybe there was something worthwhile to pick after all...

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Character Portrait: Guildmaster Roran Ellian Character Portrait: Okita Sougo Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Zayne Character Portrait: Amaya "Rin" Miyuzaki
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Amaya "Rin" Miyuzaki
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Coming out of her studio, her hands and shirt covered in splatters of oil paint, Rin sighed but smiled. After crossing and exiting her bedroom Rin let her gaze sweep over her living room before crossing it as well to go into the kitchen. Turning on the faucet Rin scrubbed her hands clean, watching the colored suds swirl down the drain, deep in thought. She had gotten back into town the day before after a job capturing some bandits. While usually she would have gone straight to the guildhall to turn in her cut and get a new job, the scenery in the small town had been beautiful and she had needed to get it onto canvas. Of course, like always, this meant she hadn’t left her studio except to eat when Zoe made her. “Maya why haven’t you gone to the guild yet?”

Jumping Rin turned to see Zoe standing behind her and shook her head with a small smile. ’Speak of the devil…’ After looking pointedly at her paint covered clothes Rin smiled. “You know exactly why. I just finished it by the way.” Zoe looked at Rin expectantly as she grabbed a dry hand towel and tossed it to Rin. "I know you spend all night on that so at least let me see it." Rin giggled, nodded, and caught the towel before turning and leading Kiku out of the living room and through her bedroom. She had chosen her apartment specifically because of the studio room, especially since it was hidden in the back of the apartment, only accessible through her bedroom. Opening the door to the room a strong smell of paint filled the air and Rin walked forward, waving her hand towards her easel which held a still drying painting. Zoe gasped in delight and grasped Rin's arm tightly. After an approving nod from Rin, Zoe grabbed it and started her ‘observations’ which was pretty much her talking about everything she liked about the painting. Despite her best attempts Rin couldn’t help but smile at Zoe’s praise but at the flattery continued Rin ended up rolling her eyes. 'She's over-doing it as usua- Rin didn't realize Zoe had seen her eye roll until the older omans hand connected with the back of her head. "Ow! Zoe!" "Well? Don't you sass me!" Not wanting to get into a fight Rin waited silently until Zoe set the painting down and walked out of her studio.

Locking the door behind them Rin sighed and went to get a change of clothes. "I have to go turn in my cut... I'll talk to you when I get back after I pick a job." Zoe immediately began to protest and, as Rin was taking off her paint-spattered clothes, she started rummaging through Rin's wardrobe. "But Rin we just got back. Why can't we stay for a few days? I mean, you've been in Storm Shield for almost 6 months and you haven't talk to any of your guild mates for more than five minutes." Rin turned to Zoe with a frown and a warning glint in her eyes, taking the burgundy skirt Zoe held out without paying much attention to it as she pulled it on. "And that's how it'll stay. You promised you wouldn't do this Zoe." The red haired celestial spirit stared at her in dismay and determination, shoving a black shirt into her hands. "If that's what you really wanted than why have you spent so much time learning about them? Admit it. You've grown fond of them." Rin turned halfway through Zoe's response, finished zipping up the back of the shirt, and stormed through her room, grabbing the bag of jewel off of her the table as she went past the kitchen on the way towards the door. "This conversation is over!" Zoe followed after Rin, watching the girl pull on her boots. "Maya..." Rin yanked her jacket on and then shot a cold look at Zoe. "Good-bye. I'll be back later." For a moment Rin hesitated at the door, instantly wondering is she had been too harsh, but as Zoe reached out for her she stepped away and slam the door shut behind her. About two minutes into her walk Rin looked down at herself and swore, realizing that she had once again been tricked into letting Zoe dress her. Shaking her head Rin knew for a fact that the other woman was giggling in triumph at home.

Ten minutes later, Rin arrived at guild hall with the guild's cut and stepped up to the open door with her eyes narrowed, her face otherwise expressionless. As soon as she stepped through the doorway Rin's gaze quickly scanned the room only to notice a group of her guildmates completely stop talking at the sight of her. Instinctively, Rin's eyes narrowed further and she stared down the group until they looked away and started a whispered conversation. Her eyes continued their sweep of the room, briefly resting on Okita and Oliver, before landing on Guild Master Roran and Zayne who were both by the jobs board. Rin shot a pointed glare at another group who was staring at her before walking across the guild hall towards Roran and Zayne. 'What the hell is their problem...' She thought to herself, oblivious to the fact that she had a smear of blue paint on her cheek. Not wanting to interrupt the guild master Rin stopped a few paces away but didn't wait long before Zayne ran off. Stepping up to Guild Master Roran Rin cleared her throat. Removing it from her purse Rin held out the bag of jewel, her gaze briefly looking over the job board before focusing on the blond wizard saint beside her. "Sorry I didn't bring it in the day I got back. I was... preoccupied." While Rin didn't tell any of her guildmates about her hobbies many knew about her painting partly from the smell of her paints often lingering around her and mostly due to her tendency to not check if she had paint on her much like today.

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Character Portrait: Fadil Layth Character Portrait: Guildmaster Roran Ellian Character Portrait: Okita Sougo Character Portrait: Akane Kendale Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Zayne
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Mehavian Locato



A dust cloud could be seen traveling up the road coming into town, along with a the rumbling like thunder as a constant addition to the spectacle. Only one thing would cause such a disturbance, and it was the passing of a teleporter. Because the road was not level, Mehavian could not travel along it in a straight line. So instead he moved his legs repeatedly one after the other with his teleport magic, "running" across the ground at nearly the speed of a jet liner. When he got close enough to town, he blew in with a trail of dust behind him that dissipated quickly but was still a minor annoyance. He stopped dead in his tracks right outside the broken doors of the guildhall. His grey hair settled in a mess on top of his head so he had to stand there and fix it rapidly before checking out what had happened to the door. He could be seen teleporting around the door from multiple angels both inside and outside the building before he finally did anything about it it.

The teleporter mage had stronger legs than he did arms so he used his teleport magic to help position his kicks to put the door back in shape. The doors were barily standing on their own and seemed to want to fall back down again, but Mehavian had already gone and come back with new hinges, nails and a hammer. He set the doors back into place before they had time to fall again. He was finally standing nearby staring at his work before closing the doors and zipping back behind the counter of the bar to start whipping up orders for people as was his job. All the orders for food or drink were filled and dishes out to the guild members within three minutes flat, some of the wizards at the bar itself having a drink applauded his fast service. Whiping a little bead of sweat off his brow Mehavian's attention sprung to the guild master and some of the other wizards around the job board. He didn't go over to them but was interested. Instead he decided to go see another of the guild wizards, who was always off doing something cool.

Out back where Solstice was, Mehavian appeared just behind him and watched he was doing for several moments before setting a cup of his favorite drink down on a nearby stool. The fast-paced mage moved to one side to get a better angle to view the ice sculpture. "Oooow, I like it... what is it?"

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Character Portrait: Fadil Layth Character Portrait: Guildmaster Roran Ellian Character Portrait: Okita Sougo Character Portrait: Akane Kendale Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Zayne
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Zayne found his head assaulted by Akane's fist as he waved back to Okita. "Dont forget completely unreliable and break down a lot""That's not true and you know it""Is too! Anyways, I am hungry".

Roran nodded to Fadil, as Zayne darted around the guildhall, getting some of his favorite food....and a large amount of fire....and ate both of them. Zayne ate an entire raw steak, though as a note, it was not raw going down his throat. The benefit of being a fire dragon. Everything went down cooked when he wanted it too. He tried cooking fruit once, didn't go so well. He then saw Tatuso break down the door he had just knocked open himself. THe guildhall was nice and noisy, which is just the way he liked it. And then he decided to contribute to it. "You should have been with me then, I always take stuff like that! Though, I wasnt expecting the entire temple to come alive and try to kill me. That was a new one".

Roran barely caught what Zayne said as he was assaulted by questions and results. He took a deep breath, and decided to handle all news in order. First of all though, he acknowledged He used a little bit of magic so that everyone could hear him, both inside and outside the Guildhall. "Okay everyone, some orders of business to go over. First things first, Okito found some large, strange claw of a beast north of town, undetermined of what creature it belongs to. Secondly, a few new jobs have been requested today, being put on the job board now. And finally, in the near future I will be heading off to a Guild Master meeting reguarding a drastic increase in Dark Wizard activity. Please take care in the future, as a few of them have been posting trap jobs. Oh, and Zayne, Tatuso? We are officially getting yelled at for mass destruction, so in an attempt to limit it, both of you have to go together on your next mission along with someone else. And was destroying the whole temple and half a forest really necessary you two?""The Temple tried to kill me! It was justified!"

He then turned towards Akane and Rin. "I think I saw someone post a B-Class job to protect some famous Artist named Samir from his rivals. You might want to take Solstice with you, given the fact he is famous and works on creating sculptures and paintings, though his are made of marble and not ice. Also, Rin, there is some blue paint on your face. Actually, you might be interested in the job as well. Maybe you three should team up? Up to you though".

Meanwhile, Zayne was finishing up a meal, before back to looking at the job board. "Lets see. What quests are here? Giant Spiders protecting a cave near a village? Not challenging enough. Bandits guarding a bridge? That's not even a highly traveled road. Oh, wait, what is this? Ghosts? Wow, we rarely ever see Ghosts. And they seem to think a Wizard might be causing this? At a hot springs resort. Well now, if a Wizard is summoning ghosts, he must be super powerful! Oh yeah, this will totally be an epic fight! Hey, Tatuso, there is a job request here that might actually have ghosts! That almost never happens! Like, ever! I have never seen one before, and ghosts can turn invisible and go through walls and stuff I heard, and usually they can use magic of their own to fight! Okita, don't ghosts usually involve demons? I forget, because we rarely ever get them..."

Roran was not surprised when Zayne took that one, being the fact Ghosts were rumored to be some of the toughest magical creatures. And that any Wizard that could summon them had to be a powerful wizard, either A-Rank or S-Rank. Though, the quest was only ranked as a double-A, since no one actually knew of a Wizard behind it. And ghosts could be very dangerous. In fact, they were some of the most dangerous.

Meanwhile, he looked back over at the rest of the guild. He was not sure what, but he had a strange feeling....but for now, he decided to let everyone enjoy the moment.

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Character Portrait: Guildmaster Roran Ellian Character Portrait: Okita Sougo Character Portrait: Oliver Laece Character Portrait: Zayne Character Portrait: Tatuso Dread
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#, as written by Byte
Oliver Laece
{Storm Shield Hall}

No, it's quite alright. Not like anyone was in the middle of reading that or anything...

Oliver had become aware of the little pipsqueak who'd barged in not a moment earlier, eager to snag another mission to pass the time (because apparently everything was so easy for him, go figure) that she just happened to be glancing over. 'Real nice, kid. Don't ask if I'm betting on that or anything.', clearly this little brat was being purposely obnoxious for no better reason than to feed their own gaping mouth. Like, fucking Hell, it was begging for scraps all over again. But in this case the leftovers were some dog-catcher job, a helpful reminder that rats were still wreaking havoc in some poor sod's cellar and something about delivering a non-descript package.

Talk about spoiled for choice!

Maybe she could get away with a pretend-solo bounty, but those job weren't exactly her cup of tea. Seemed more like something any ordinary non-mage-y guy could do without so much as a sweat, and Oliver wasn't feeling like being someone else's lackey today. 'Not to mention the pay.' Or lack thereof.

Right, she should probably take her pickings now. Much to her own chagrin.

A tiresome gaze took another notice of the remaining, arguably compelling, requests that still littered the board, before finally deciding she'd dig the ghost hunting job if there was anyone competent enough to tag along that'd offset the inevitable dragon brat duo she'd be stuck with. And she wasn't sure if this Okita guy (she was careful to take note of his name when Zayne shouted the hall together) was cut for that particular role in Oliver's perfectionism. Either that or she could always play the nice lady and kindly ask Roran for a “what's up” and pray he doesn't try to enforce friendship like last time. 'Eh, whatevs...'

Give or take, y'know, it wasn't like there'd be anything else to do except have another hang around at the guild. But things were dead boring in this place, and Oliver figured she'd needed the money, pre-emptive like.

And so she wandered closer to the group of mages hanging around their beloved guild master; careful not to bother too many of them lest they'd greet her a little too nicely, before gently nudging Roran on his arm and a callous look glancing up to exchange brief eye contact. “Don't happen to got anything worth my while, eh? Board's not looking too good.”