originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Correct. I am his ghost," Havoc answered, "And no. He did not have that many shots."
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Yeah, but I try to keep the mood light, little one. You got anything that can make this guy any lighter for me?
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"Give me a few minutes," Havoc scanned Mark's body. After a few seconds the Exo stood up again. "Mark, no more drinks, no more letters," Havoc scolded. "Havoc," Mark pleaded.
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*Cyan can't help but chuckle* Look, I don't think that you have a liver, so I can't use [i]that[/i] reason, but passing out too much is not good. Especially for a machine that needs lubrication to work properly
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Mark seemed bothered by the fact that Havoc wouldn't let him write to his lost love. Well, it wasn't like he was going to send them, anyway.
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Well, Havoc, is it bad that he wants to write? I mean, what if he DOES send them?
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"He never does," Havoc replied, "Because of his insecurity."
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Well, it's probably best to make him feel better about doing it
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"He has an entire notebook full of unsent letters," Havoc replied.
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All the more reason to send them huh? Not all at once, just piecemeal
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Mark sighed, "Havoc... At least let me finish the one I was working on." Havoc transmatted in the spiral notebook, and the pen. He continued to write: [i]But if you found your true love. I won't stand in your way. Just know that, if Finn ever breaks your heart, I will heal it. I promise you. Mark-54[/i] He shut the notebook. He sighed. "She'll never be mine... But she... I want her to be happy," Mark sighed.
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Trust me, we all want the ones we love to be happy. It would kill me if anything happened to Reese or his daughter, and I know my brother is in the Underworld trying to revive his fiance's father.
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"It's part of the reason he never sent those letters," Havoc noted. "I'm.... Mark," the Hunter replied.
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*She smiles when he says his name* Cynthia. Friends call me Cyan
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"Pleased to meet you. I guess you saved me from sadness. For a little while, so thank you," Mark replied.
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Oh, it's not a problem. I normally have to fix people in my clan the same way so I have some experience
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"Your.... clan?" Mark asked.
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Well I am the leader of a clan called the Exiled
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"The Exiled.... interesting..."
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Well once you've been with them for millennia, it's not that interesting anymore. We're a nomad clan
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"Millenia? How old are you?" Mark asked.
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Well let's see... I was sent to earth when I was six... and judging by me keeping Earth time, I would say... 32 thousand seventy six. And a half
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"Huh.... interesting," Mark replied, "But how did you stay young?"
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I just age rather slowly. The curse of a demon
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"Demons, huh? The only demons I know are my lack of action and how it haunts me," Mark replied, his voice full of hurt.
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Okay then, moving on