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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/29/2017 2:33:58 AM
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"I've had trouble wrapping my head around the fact nobody's hunting me down," Sarah replied.
She asks for a shot of whiskey from the bartender and sips it.
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Fionn opens fire, sending several bursts at the meis and rickocheting a round acrss the mask, shattering it.
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Edited by Splashback77: 1/29/2017 10:22:17 PM[spoiler]I dunno why I chose this plot. TBH.[/spoiler] All of the Meis fell dead, as they were a tribe of Noob Meis that didn't know what they were doing. Meanwhile, Sarah’s face turned pale from the cold. She had frostbite. Ol' Jack Frost had frozen her face.
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He immediately moves to her. "Hang in there, Lady Warlock." He draws a knife and, with a flick of his wrist, sets the blade aflane with solar energy.
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[spoiler]So why the hell did I keep putting her in "Damsel in Distress" situations? Oh der. I like a good drama.[/spoiler] Her lips were blueberry purple.
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[spoiler]Works for me, especially since Fionn may or may not have a crush...[/spoiler] The knife cuts through the ice like a blowtorch. "Stay with me, Sarah. We're a long way from thr Traveler, an' for all we know it's a darkness zone here."
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She could breathe, but not speak. The burning frostbite forcing her senses to explode.
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Fionn finally cuts her down, catching her as she falls. "Ghosts! Get us outa' here!" He calls, yanking off his gloves and tucking them into his belt.
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Lunar transmatted Sarah to Fionn's ship.
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Fionn transmats less than a second later. The interior of the ship is warm, but not enough to rid her of the frostbite. Fionn presses his now bare hands to her face, summoning his solar energy to super warm them.
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Color slowly begins to return to her face, her lips are no longer purple, and she was recovering.
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Fionn keeps his hand on her face, keeping the solar energy pouring into her. Lunar notices his light levels drop rapidly, though he gives no hint of exhaustion.
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"Fionn, I think she can recover on her own from this point on."
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He lets go, leaning against the wall of his ship. His light levels slowly level out and begin to recharge. "I forgo' why Hunters aren't supposed to do tha' solar magic." He pants slightly.
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"And that's why," Lunar noted.
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Fionn nods, still panting. "You really should have known better, Fionn." Wisp berates him.
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"He should at this point. Sarah appreciates your efforts of healing her, but she won't like the fact you're killing yourself in the process."
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"Killing myself? Tha's a bit o' an exaggeration. Most it'll do is make me pass out."
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"Either way, she won't appreciate that fact."
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"Well, either way it's a better alternative 'an lettin' 'er die." Fionn reminds him, his light mostly recovered.
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"You must have a big enough crush on her that you forget about the fact she can self-rez."
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"Well, seeing as we're a good ways away from a solid source o' light, I thought tha' may be a bad idea."
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"Sarah's Light is a bit unique. The more it endures, the brighter it burns. Never dims."
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"Well, tha' would o' been nice to know before I almost killed myself." He chuckles quietly.
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"The only other Guardian whose Light does it naturally is..."
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"Is who?"
