Channelknight Fadran
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Well, at the very least we have a group of capable crazy people. Icona noted. Fadran plopped down into an armchair. He found himself growing more and more tired nowadays - maybe he was getting old? Seemed too early for that. D'you think we should start splitting them up? What missions do you have sitting around in your registrar right now? A few. I say go for it. -
Finished Lost Metal
was pret aight
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"Everything's fine. Icona'd let me know if something crazy happened." Fadran eased Klave into an armchair.
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Fadran picked up Klave and slung him over his shoulder. "Let's be going."
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Fadran waited for her. There are too many people like this left in eternity. He thought to himself.
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"Probably." Fadran let his hand off of his sword, only just now realizing he'd been gripping it subconsciously. "So... is that why you idolized death so much? It was some kind of release from whatever hell you grew up in?"
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"I'm sure it was numbered by the ones who ruled it. It was called that long before it fell to ruin."
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"A close friend of mine grew up in the slums of a city called Legani," Fadran replied. He glanced back at Rayvyn. "If you were from that world, you would know if it too."
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You wouldn't understand. Fadran chuckled. It didn't sound really amused. "Try me."
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Fadran, Icona prompted, you really ought to cool down. The deity was right, of course. They weren't going to get anywhere arguing in this crazy snowstorm. "So..." He said, after a good few seconds of silence. His voice had softened. "What, you were raised an assassin?"
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"Then how did he get here?"
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"And... what, now you have some ghost boss who can follow you wherever you go? Who can control your body whenever?"
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"But we keep having to stop you from killing people!"
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"Your thoughts," Fadran interrupted, sounding thoroughly pissed, "are yours alone. Absolutely no one else here subscribes to them, and if you keep trying to bother us with what's 'good' or 'bad,' then you might as well just leave."
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Crap. Fadran spun around. He's a sort of ghost wraith thing!
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Fadran's hand fell to his sword. "He's been stolen enough by creeps like you for one day. If you want your freaky death ninja then go ahead, but were keeping the kid."
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"Who are you?"
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If y'all were wondering why I'm not super keeping up with FotT, it's 'cause I was busy playing Portal for the first time.
Apparently I beat it in one sitting?
Just over two hours?
What?
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Something was definitely not right. "Cufre," Fadran said, "why don't you take your brother back to the inn for now? We'll take care of things here."
