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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/18/2017 1:17:49 AM
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[i]"You sound like you bit into a potato too hard and cut your tongue. Oh wait, y'all got -blam!-ed by famine and have no potatoes to -blam!- up." [/i]
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"Yer a bloo'y riot, mate." Finn rolled his eyes, turning back to his beer as he made a particular rude and arcane gesture with his middle finger at the Cowboy.
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[i]"Pretty sure your ex was screaming that last night, laddie," the cowboy responded, a mocking and racist sounding Irish tone latching itself onto the last word. "Now chill and stop takin' shit so seriously." [/i]
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"Yer lucky ya remind me o' an ald friend. Otherwise I would o' shot ya." His tone was joking, but there was also a hint of seriousness to it as he finished his tankard of beer and started another.
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[i]"So much as touch me and I'll shove a drill up your green ass." There was a tone of utmost seriousness in JT's words. Because truthfully, he would. He had an aug for that. [/i]
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"Touch my Guardian and I transmat your individual atoms across the entire planet." Said a new voice. Finn's Ghost appeared over his shoulder, painted green with a red stripe. "Don't think I'm joking either."
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[i]"Stay outta this 'Little light', else I get the Red Death." [/i] [spoiler]JT's sorta a meta character. Canonically he's played games like Destiny after hopping dimensions, so he knows a bit of the lore. [/spoiler]
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"... Did you REALLY just call me that?!" The Ghost growled, his eye glowing a little brighter. "Wisp... Back off mate." Finn attempted to pull the Ghost, Wisp, back.
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[i]"And for the record lightbulb, I know you can't do that. You would've done that to help your Irishman here by killing shit with him. Anyways, I'm JT." [/i]
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"Finn. I'd say pleasure ta meet ya, but I'd be lyin'." He offered a hand, smirking. "For the record, I do help him fight." Wisp actually sounded offended.
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[i]"Sure you are, Siri," JT said as he shook the hand of Finn. [/i]
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"... I could fuse your hand with that bottle." Finn shook his hand firmly. "Don' mind Wisp. 'Es just touchu 'bout yer lil light comment." Now that they were facing each other, JT could see the two red stripes that ran down the left of Finn's face. Tattoos from the looks of them.
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[i]"Little dude I can literally eat your shell. and what's with the tats Finn? They're dope." [/i]
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"Please don't. I've been eaten before, it was unpleasant." Wisp murmured as Finn turned so the tattoos were out of view. "Er... Thanks lad. But I'd rather naw talk abou' em." His demeanor changed instantly to uncomfortable.
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[i]"Wisp: No, I mean like how the Taken could just yank soldiers away. Finn: Fair enough, any stories?" [/i]
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The Hunter's face lit up as Wisp disappeared. "Sure, dependin on what ya want ta hear 'bout." He ordered another beer.
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[i]"Hit me with somethin' that'll be tough to show up." [/i]
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"Aight... Ya e'er heard o' the Fallen?" The Hunter asked, smiling slightly as he took another drink. There was an odd twinkle in his eye.
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"Never. What're they?"
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Finn raised an eyebrow in mild surprise before seeming to remember that JT was not from his world... Or timeline. Stroking his chin the thought for a second on how to describe the Fallen. "Huh... Picture the ugliest baste ye e'er saw, times ten. Now give it four arms an' make it a space pirate. Tha's the Fallen."
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"sounds fun at parties. Orgíes too, but damn can they pour drinks."
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"Yeah welll..." Finn's eyes widened in disgust as he realized what JT just said. "Oh... OH! I did naw need tha' image! Oh Light!" He gagged, doubling over and coughing.
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"Ha! Lightweight."
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"Oi, you 'aven't seen one afore!"
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"Well I've likely slept with worse."
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The Hunter made a gagging sound. "I think I puked a lil..."
