originally posted in:The New Dojo
Sarah stepped back, "Okay... I gotta take care of something."
[i]Sarah, I will not stop bothering you[/i], Mia's spirit argued.
"Can you at least get out of me, because that's creepy."
[i]Not until you lay off the pudding. Nice extra pounds, sis. Are you planning to undergo Mitosis to bring me back?[/i]
"Oh my gosh, shut up."
[i]You have no reason to be scared of that Hunter, act normal, and I'll find a new body.[/i]
"Fine."
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Fionn helps the Hunter to her feet. "T-thanks." She acknowledges, her voice distorted by the helmet speak. She wears a vermilion stripe like Fionn's.
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Mia's spirit jumped out of Sarah. Mia looked like herself, except she was paler, and transparent. [i]Sorry, sis. Miss you.[/i] With that, the spirit disappeared. Sarah ran back to the Hunter and Fionn, "You scared us."
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"Sorry..." She mutters. "Let's get ya out o' the rain, fellow Hunter." Fionn offers, leading her back towards the town.
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Sarah walked with them, standing on the other side of Fionn, trying not to show fear.
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She notices Fionn stands slightly closer to her than the Hunter, his shoulder almost touching hers. They arrive in the town, and Fionn leads them to an apartment he'd rented.
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Sarah didn’t know about the apartment, but she was focused on not trying to show that she's still afraid. "S-so, uh, w-what's, what's, your n-name, H-hunt-ter?" She asked, in a nervous tone.
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"J-jamie." The Hunter replies, also sounding a tad nervous.
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Sarah felt like she was being stabbed, over and over again. Her heart was racing, and she had this urge to run in the opposite direction. "T-that's, that's a n-nice name, Jamie. I'm. I'm. I'm Sarah," She says, shaking.
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The Hunter nods slightly, still looking weak and tired. "Thanks, Sarah is a nice name too." Fionn leads them into his apartment. "Jamie, you sound tired. Get some rest. There's a bed an' bathroom upstairs." He informs her. She nods in thanks and heads up the stairs. Fionn's armor dematerializes amd he sits on a couch, gesturing for Sarah to sit beside him.
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Edited by Splashback77: 3/15/2017 11:19:47 PMSarah's helmet dematerialized, as well, and she sits next to him.
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He hugs her despite her cold wet armor. "I love ya. You know that, right?" He asks.
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"Fionn... I'm not sure how long that will last," She admitted.
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He cups her cheek, making her look him in the eyes. "Sarah, I know that nothin' can change how I feel for you." She can tell from his eyes he's completely honest.
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"Are you sure? Are you positive? Because I know 100% that was Pox. I could tell," She said. She took a deep breath before talking again. "Listen, say I don't have proof, but I'm sure that was her. And I'm not sure what she thinks of me, but I'm pretty sure she isn't happy about us being [i]us[/i]."
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"I know it was Pox. And all honesty? I don' care. I'm with you now, Sarah." He kisses her cheek.
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She looks deep into Fionn's eyes, and says this, "I have a feeling she's gonna try to get you back. Be aware of that. Heck, she's already got [i]me[/i] feeling guilty. Listen, chess is the game. Checkmate is when either of us give you up. And our feelings, what we hear, and whatever she can manipulate to turn us against each other, are the pawns. Who knows what she's doing. She's probably eavesdropping on us, developing a strategy, and planning to carry it out. She's gonna use my paranoia as an advantage!"
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Fionn raises an eyebrow. "Sarah, you need ta calm down a bit. First off, I don' think ya understand: she dosent stand a chance against ya." He gently kisses her, then pulls back. "An' besides, I already made my choice. I choose you, my beutiful Warlock."
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Edited by Splashback77: 3/18/2017 1:31:32 AMShe sighs, "I guess you're right. I guess I'm overthinking. Having her around... gives me the jitters. Also, all the talk of metaphorical chess makes me want to play real chess."
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Fionn smiles. "Well, I'm guessin' ya don't plan on leavin me alone with our new Hunter friend, so 'ow bout a game o' chess?" He offer.
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"Sure!" She says.
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Fionn materializes a chess bord and pieces, one side is miniature Fallen with dregs as pawns, Vandals as knighs, Kell as a queen, Sepiks prime as king, archons as bishops and servitors as rooks. The other one is Cabal, with varies ranks as different pieces.
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She grins, "Who's going first?"
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He grins back. "Ladies first, love."
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She moves her pawn, a Psion to square 6H.
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[spoiler]timeskip since she's just going to kick his butt at this?[/spoiler]