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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/19/2017 8:40:01 PM
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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..."
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"it happens."
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"Tha's just... Tha's naw right."
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"When has anything been right at the Dojo?"
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Finn opened his mouth to reply, then promptly shut it. "Good point..."
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"Anyways, what were we on about?"
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"You wanted ah story?"
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"That I did."
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"Well, there was the time I killed an etire clan o' Fallen.
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"Yeah... Anyways, ya wanted a story?" The Hunter shook his head, willing away the mental image that JT had summoned.
