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Are you ever just . . . sitting on the couch, and then you see (1) random thing from a fandom you haven't touched much in a few months, and then all of a sudden your complete and total obsession with it comes slamming back into your soul faster then you can comprehend?
anyway
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"Xi . . . please stop, this isn't even our property."
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That's my bad for being confusing lol
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No i haven't seen topgun, though I do know what a callsign is. I think it would just be funny if his callsign was what. Like, he didn't know what it was in-world when filling out paperwork or something lol.
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Penn looks into the camera, very very tired. "Xi . . ."
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"But it's bad," Penn said with a sigh. He took his coat off and started using it to suffocate the fire.
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*Is sort of nervous because I haven't read these books we'll see I guess* My username during Ookla season should just me "Ookla the Magician," so I wont' be hard to recognize
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"We're here to fix that," Penn mouths back. "Yes it's bad, can you make it go away please?"
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"Lovely," he muttered.
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Everybody party!
Because I got an extension on my AP portfolio!!!! (I don't have to submit it end of this year, instead I'll submit it by end of next year)
One less thing to stress about! Yay!
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"Xi, fire could hurt someone, do you understand? That would be bad." "That's why we have to start looking!"
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"WHAT" "Xi what are you doing?"
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Penn shrugged, "I've never been to this city in particular, I was hoping we could ask around, maybe find some kind of expert?"
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"Then we've reached agreement." He settled back in his chair, setting the scythe aside. He began flipping through the stack of papers Callie gave him. "What are these supposed to be again?"
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"Alright then, as long as you understand I'll be back, and if not me, then others."
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He grinned. "Your dead? That's great! It'll save my house the trouble of killing the first time, at least."
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He laughed. It wasn't bitter, he actually sounded amused. "You think this is it? This is our final strike? I need not to live, nor plan, that has already been done. No, today I will not finish the work, We are not so foolish as to expect so." "I am but the herald of a greater cause, the warning bell, the match cast into the firewood." "This is but the beginning, Zira, Game maker, the first crack that will cause your empire to crumble."
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Of course, it hadn't been so easy. Sharpie hadn't expected it to be. He was really here more to make a point, then anything else. "We," he said quietly, "Will never forget what has been done." His voiced had an unnatural cast, these were rehearsed words. Drilled into his soul for years.
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Sharpie felt his heartbeat slow, training coming into effect. This was the moment. It was time. He set the papers aside, still not sure what those were for. They hadn't taken away his scythe. He . . . hadn't expected to feel so calm. So, without another thought, he swung the blade at Zira.
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"Yes, unfortunately, but if we want to find a wraith expert, civilization is the best place to look, unless you have any suggestions." Penn's voice echoed in the stairwell as they descended.
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He starts looking through the papers. "What are these?" "That's . . ." perfect. "It's an honor."
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He stares at her. His heart pounded in his ears. "You- your a gamemaker?" He almost didn't believe it.
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Sharpie pushes them away, he doesn't really care about all that. "Are . . . are the game makers here?"
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Sharpie stares at it. This is his chance. The reason he joined in the first place. He shoved his doubts for before away, now it was time for business. Negotiation.
