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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/18/2017 1:46:26 AM
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"Um... Thanks?"
If Ghosts could blush, this one wpuld ve cherry red.
"My name's Wisp. It's nice to... Uh, meet you?"
Finn laughed at his little light.
"Well, thar's a first."
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Traci smiled at the ghost and chuckled. "You're just so adorable! Can I hold you?!"
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"Um, please don't?" His red and green shell twitched nervously as he attempted to hide behind Finn's cloak. The Hunter immediately pushed him towards her. "Go ahead, lass. 'E won't bite."
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"YAY!" Traci grabbed the ghost and hugged it tightly against her chest. "Thank you!"
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"Help... Me..." Wisp whimpered, eyeing his Guardian hatefully. Oddly, the little light dosent try to escape as Finn takes a long sip from his beer. "Ah, Wisp. Looka like ya finally foun' a friend!"
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Traci kept holding Wisp there while she talked to the Guardian. "I love new friends!"
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"I can tell. An' don't mind Wisp's protestin, lass. 'E just ain't used to the affection." The Ghost had stopped complaining by now and just sighed. "I could get used to this actually..."
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"I would think I'd be comfortable." Traci nuzzled Wisp. "So cute...."
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Wisp actually nuzzles back slightly, his eye 'blinking' at her while his Guardian's jaw drops. "Wait... I though' you hated bein' cuddled, Wispy?" "Well, I normally do. But this... This is nice."
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"Awww..." Traci kisses the ghost's shell and giggles before letting go.
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Wisp happily floats around, doing a little twirl. "Well lass... Ya managed ta tame me Ghost. Could I buy ya a drink?" Finn asked her, taking yet another sip from the tankard of beer.
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Traci shrugs and nods. "Sure! If you're willing to pay for me I'd be super duper thankful."
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"Sure thing." He pats the seat beside him. "So, wha'll it be, lass?" He asked, wondering what her response would be. Being an Irishman, he considered himself an expert with beers and ales.
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"Surprise me!" She spins in her seat.
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"Guinness it is 'en." He laughed, choosing his national drink and calling the bartender. The man plops a glass of it on the bar counter before her.
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Traci stops spinning, her constantly rollong head giving away her dizziness. "Cheers!" She picks up the glass and downs half of it without thinking.
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"Aye, slange." Finn downed his entire mug in one large gulp, followed by a burp. Sadly, his light would burn through the liquor like kindling, so he wouldn't get drunk. "Ahhhh... Tha' hits the spot. Nothin' like a taste o' home."
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"Slange?" She finished her glass and smiled. "This is pretty good!"
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"An ol' sayin from me homeland. Means 'cheers." The Hunter grinned, taking his third beer that evening. "An' o' course it's good! Tha's some o' the best stock in auld Eirin!"
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"Yeah!...Whatever that means!" She gestures for another. "Hey, how many until I get drunk?"
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"Don' know. Wanna find out?" He opens a tab as he asks, chugging yet another beer. In the backround, several men begin a game of darts, beckoning the Hunter to join.
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"Sure! It'll be a fun lil game!" She bounced in her seat, excited to play a game with who she considered a new friend.
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"Aight 'en, lass. Drink yer fill." He slides another drink to her. "Then see if ya 'an hit that target with a dart."
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Traci gulped it down in seconds and licked her lips. With wobbly legs she moved in front of the dart board. "I can so do this."
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"Five glimmer says yer wrong, lass." "I think she can do it." Wisp replied. Both of them watched her intently.
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She grabbed a dart and aimed it at the board. Her hand was unsteady and it looked like she'd miss by a mile, but when she threw it she hit the bullseye. "Did I do it?"
