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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/31/2017 1:00:10 AM
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[b][i][u]No Rest for the Wicked[/u][/i][/b]
Loud cursing can be heard from Fionn's ship, followed by a sprayvof sparks.
"Argh! C'mon ya bloo'y piece o' trash!"
The Irish Hunter yells, his fist colliding with the remnants of a Vex spire.
"Turn... On!"
"It's almost working! I'm starting to get a signal!"
His Ghost, Wisp, shouts excitedly.
"Try to boost the energy output!"
Fionn takes the small section of spire in his hand, attempting to channel Arc energy into it.
Unfortunately for him, he was a gunslinger for a reason. Not a bladedancer.
With a cry and a shower of sparks, the Hunter is thrown backwards out of his ship, landing in a smoking heap on the floor.
"Bloo'y 'ell..."
He groans.
Slowly sitting up, he notices he has a spectator.
"Eh? Whata ya want?"
He asks sourly,
[spoiler]Open. You are the spectator.[/spoiler]
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Fionn slowly stands up. "Ok... First off, who the bloo'y 'ell are you? An' second, why the bloo'y 'ell are you tryin' ta threaten me?" He asks.
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"You wanna know who I am? I'm the other guy. The other guy she's dating."
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He looks surprised. "You min' running that one by me again?"
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"Wait you didn't know?" [b]He looked down at the ground, almost sorry [/b] "Well then... This is awkward." [b]He got to his feet, putting the gun in a holster.[/b] "My name is Nathaniel, and I, like you, am dating Sarah."
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"Fionn. It's a... Pleasure to meet ya." He offers a hand.
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[b]Nathaniel shakes Fionn's hand, though rather awkwardly [/b] "Sorry but the Uh. The Gun." [b]He pulled his arm back after the shake, taking a step back [/b]
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Fionn nods. "Yeah..." He rubs the back of his head with ine hand, smoke still curling up from his slightly scorched armor.
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"So Uh...." [b]He snapped his fingers [/b] "You really didn't know?"
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"I did not." Fionn sums up. His Ghost appears over his shoulder. "You didn't know what?"
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"Uh... Sorry I had to be the one to tell you about it, mate."
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"Yeah... We need to have a talk with her about this."
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"No need for that. I was raised by two of the most noble people I've ever known. So, following their footsteps in honour. She's yours. I won't get in between another man and happiness."
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"Um... Thanks mate. I... Wow. Thank you." Fionn says, extremely surprised at that.
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"Yeah..." [b]He looked down, obviously saddened by it. He looked back up at Fionn and smiled, extending his hand again[/b] "Just take good care of her will you? Because If you don't..." [b]He suddenly pulled his hand back, placing his hand on his revolver[/b] "I will not hesitate to put one between your eyes, over and over again. Understand me?"
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"Aye, mate. I understand. As long as she'll 'ave me, I'll do my best to make 'er happy." He can tell Fionn speaks the truth. "What's going on?" His Ghost asks.
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"Good... Then I'll leave you be." [b]He did a slight bow, a Knight's bow, before turning to walk off [/b] "Farewell Guardian. You owe me a drink."
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Fionn nods. "I look forwar' to it, mate."
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[spoiler]End... [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]This is best case scenario, where now, it would be like: "SHE CHEATED ON ME? WHOÔOOOOOORE!!"[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I remember back when I thought this was the most hilarious thing I've seen. Honestly, at the time it was like choosing between crushing on Agent York and Agent North Dakota: You wind up tied until you're either charmed to like one of them better, or until there's a better third option.[/spoiler]
