Private The Revolution of Super Visions

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

"Was that it?" Oceiros furrowed his brow, "No one's ever accused me of being boss-man material before..."​

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He trailed off, because one of the two roadians had come over to join them - insofar as standing there and pointing a gun in Oceiros' face could be described as "joining." Oceiros smacked his lips and reluctantly surrendered his sandwich to the tray. "Who, me? Heroics? Come on, man. I'm just trying to eat here..."​

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Despite his complaints, he complied. After quickly wiping his mouth with a jacket-sleeve, he placed both hands palm-down on the table. Not his first stick up on this side of the gun. Probably not the last.​

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Oceiros indicated Spark with a tilt of his head. "She's the heroic one. I read her file. Helps grannies cross the street, lothcats outta trees. That sorta thing. Real bad egg for dudes like us. Just saying."​

 

[Spark Finn]

That rodian looked at Oscar like he rode the special speeder to University. Clearly not buying that the skinny chick could do any harm or heroics whatsoever. Spark's light eyes only widened beneath the frames of her glasses at Oscar. Hard to say if he was bluffing about any file.

Made Spark only fall into her natural state.

#jumpy

Fingers so adept for coding rested on the table in front of her.

Even as red and blue lights shone in the window outside.

"Fukin' cops. Jimmy hurry up," that rodian next to them called over his shoulder even as Boris offered the few credits he'd just been given to these two. That rodian snapped his free hand forward toward one of Spark's skinny arms. As if he was going to haul her up with him.

#hostage?

He never got the chance though, as his hand slammed into a solid wall of something in the air between them. Surprise more than anything made that happy-trigger finger of his other hand fire the blaster.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Boris was still fumbling with the credit sticks. Typical Boris. What were these losers even doing, sticking up a joint like this? They'd be lucky to make three hundred, tops. And now the cops were here? How much of a lemonhead did you have to be to get the cops to follow you this deep? The rodian who was waving the gun around made like he was going to grab Jenny.​

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Well, despite their differences, that couldn't slide. Oceiros straightened up like he was about to do something, "Hey, man, hands off the..."​

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Suddenly it looked like someone the rodian bumped into something, which made him recoil, and suddenly the blaster went off - right into poor Oceiros' clavicle. It knocked him straight out of his seat and onto the somehow-equally-greasy floor.​

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He wasn't dead. Too much cyberware for that. But it still felt like getting slapped with a molten hot fastball. "Fuckin', auuuuuuuuuugh, man, auhhhhhhhhhhgh... Come on..."​

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The rodian looked between the two, then put the gun on Spark. "Get up or..."​

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Somewhere in between rolling around like he was dying, Oceiros had the presence of mind to withdraw his own firearm. A sleek, silver-bright slugthrower. He didn't waste a lot of time aiming because he had subroutines running around in the back of his skull that calculated all that jazz for him.​

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Three shots: two in the chest, one in the noggin'. Pop-pop. Pop. Rodian juices blew out the back from where he'd been shot. Then he stumbled a few steps to the side and fell over. Oceiros suspected no one would bother to check his pulse.​

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"What an nerf herder. Gimmie a break... My fucking shirt..." He patted where he'd been shot. There was a fist-sized hole in the fabric, and the skin beneath it was now hairless and evidently burned.​

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That'd buff out. Probably. But the shirt was toast.​

 

[Spark Finn]

#Eeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Spark slouched down the bench until she slid down and right beneath that table. A cursory glance at the ancient sticky stuff beneath the table and on the floor probably since the Gulag Plague gave her immediate #regrets about her choices. Out of all the planets and all the delis and all the #mooks she could run into why was it always like this?

#badblood

"CHUCK!" Jimmy shouted as Spark peeked beneath the shadow of the table. The still breathing rodian level his blaster on Oscar but there was a small pop fizzle from the inside of the hardware before it cracked and fell into shattered pieces from his hand onto the floor. The rodian knew enough to recognize that hoodoo voodoo that was a forcer's use.

"Nope," Jimmy said and shoved Boris aside and went running for the deli's back door like a nexu caught with its tail between its legs.

Spark scrambled on her hands and bony knees out from under her cover to Oscar. "It was a nice shirt." She eyed that hole then her gaze flickered to the sounds outside. Authorities just on the other side of that door.

"C'mon," against her habit and better judgement of voluntary physical touch, her hands wrapped around Oscar's free hand and arm #muscular and urged him up and toward that back exit. "I don't like my holo getting taken." And while she couldn't heal him...well, she could urge those nanos in his bloodstream to kick-up their healing abilities.

#technomancerbby

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Some other hoodoo, voodoo, whatever went on, but Oceiros was too busy griping about his shirt and sticking his gun back in the cool shoulder holster he bought to really keep accurate track. He did hear the other rodian scram out through the back, though. Useless reptiles. Then Jennifer Blacknight was suddenly crawling towards him.​

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"It was a nice shirt."​

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Oceiros furrowed his brow, "You gotta work on your bedside manner, buddy."​

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She helped him up in the sense that she was pulling on his arm while he, himself, got off of the ground. Oceiros had earned a couple new grease stans and some clinging bits of crud and dried food. The kind of stuff that was invisible to the eye until it was stuck on a cool black jacket. What a nightmare. No more deli dates. Bad news. Worse vibes.​

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Oceiros allowed himself to be led along to he back exit, where they passed by Boris hiding in the kitchen.​

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"Hey, Ossie-"​

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"No, you figure it out, man. We're outta here."​

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They pushed through the doors. But instead of coming back out into a trashed back alley...​

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Narkina 5
Abandoned Promenade

...An old duracrete pier lined with abandoned, squat little storefronts. Long deserted. This was beachfront property, and the air was wet and salty. It had to be about four in the afternoon. Overcast, grey, and dead. There weren't even any birds around as far as he could tell. Oceiros could dimly hear the lab coats in his ear haranguing and carrying on.​

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Didn't they know who they were bothering? He had this. In the bag, piece of cake. Getting shot was barely an inconvenience.​

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"Nnnh," Oceiros grunted, and sidled forward with small footsteps towards the least comfortable looking ruined bench anyone had ever beheld. But it was closest, so that was that. He sat himself down with a grunt. "Sheesh. What was that about?"​

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He poked his burn. Nothing. Probably seared off all the nerve endings. Why not? Just his luck.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Buddy

#friendzoned

Spark nearly lost her cheese toastie as her feet hit the dock. "Bleck," she gagged and staggered, catching herself on the railing of the duracreet dock on the brand-new planet. Looking down at the turbulent, dark water below she swore she could see some squibbies. Taking a breath of the humid air, she felt her stomach settle and she turned toward Oscar.

#Ossie

Pale blue eyes snapped toward that burn. There was a nudge of the force for those bots inside of him to get to work.

"Hm?"

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

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Oceiros sagged on his bench, perfectly man-spread, staring up at the overcast sky. He looked like he was maybe close to taking a nap. Then all of a sudden he felt it: the ebb of the Force. Again. Only this time it was making the nanobots twitchy. He didn't normally feel them - not always - but now he did. Squirming in his blood and crawling in the skin. Urged on by...​

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He jumped in his seat like somebody had kicked him, because somebody was. "The hell..." Dark eyes settled on Spark, narrowing slightly. "What kind of... Who taught you how to do that?"​

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He'd met a couple of eggheads at command who could do... Stuff like that. It reminded him to be polite. But that was it. Wasn't exactly something everyone picked up at the academy, red or blue.​

 

[Spark Finn]

"Oh, is it hurting?" She rubbed at the back of her skinny neck awkwardly. That neck that looked like it could snap from a stiff breeze.

"That blaster burn just looked pretty nasty and wasn't sure how much reserves you have left, k'know," hand waved across his entire body, "In that." Hand went to adjust the glasses on the bridge of her nose. Even now she felt the blush that wanted to creep up her cheeks until she finally looked away from his dark eyes and to the expanse of lonely, empty sea over his shoulders.

Blue eyes beneath glass lenses flickered back to him. Back to that hole in his shirt near his shoulder. "At least now your skin looks normal again."

No sign of any blaster wound save for his ripped threads.

#RIP

#secrets #Carach #adekos #Merrill

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Oceiros smacked his lips and sucked in a little bit of air through his teeth, "Mmmn, no... Not exactly..."​

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He tapped the site of the laser-wound with two fingers. Sure enough, it was only a little tender to the touch. Maybe some swelling, but that would go away when the nanobots were finished and went back to their normal posts. Now all he had was the special memory of being shot, and the other special memory of the Force being worked upon in mysterious ways as it pertained to the whole-ass contingent of nano-passengers he was carrying around. ​

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Courtesy of Jennifer "Black Knight" Jones or whatever. Yeah, that was a forever memory now. ​

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"Can you do that on shirts too? Or just the fellas?" He slapped his knees and got up off the bench with an affected hup. "Right, right. Datavault... You're all good, right? Didn't get tagged?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

"Um, if your threads had those bots in them I could probably," voice trailed off as he stood. In her personal space. Even though nothing unusual was going on she could feel some heat travel to her pale cheeks.

#goodlookingdude

#soclose

#Eeeeeeeeeep

#playitcool

Weight shifted on one foot to the other and she found her grey-blue eyes staring up into his own eyes, realizing a little too late that he'd asked her a question. What had he asked? She'd definitely blanked out for a second. Her favorite food?

That must've been it.

"Noodles," she announced with a certain amount of surety. "Let's go," then her hand would reach forward and entwine her fingers with his own as her eyes squeezed closed - preparing to stand like that way past the point where it got awkward.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Oceiros watched her with a blank, mouth-open smile as she took his hand. Noodles, huh? Groovy. This chick was a complete space cadet. If there were any justice in this galaxy, she'd be locked up safe in some kind of special preserve. Probably behind a wall of blaster-proof glasteel or something... Like a real national treasure. But there wasn't any justice in the galaxy, so here she was, working for a living just like everybody else. Sad.​

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"Uh-huh. You gotta get a little closer than that," A free arm snuck around Spark and scooched her up against him. "You don't wanna get lost, do you?"​

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No, he'd never lost a person hopping between places, but that was on a need-to-know basis. ​

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Early on, he'd sometimes lose small stuff. Loose change, bits and bobs. But that must have been years ago now. Oceiros couldn't remember the last time he lost something... So maybe he had lost something, but it must not have been important, so there was no sense sweating it.​

Narkina 5
Imperial Datavault

Oceiros took a deep, exaggerated breath. "Ah, man. It's even saltier than last time in here. You can open your eyes now."​

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This was the main entrance: a rusted metal room. Nothing but durasteel panels, grates, and a bit of exposed wiring here and there. The air had was thick with moisture, probably from the sea threatening to leak in. It was a spartan room, but it was adorned with standing floodlamps and supply crates. An expedition had been here recently. The same people in Oceiros' ear and then, at some other point, Oceiros himself.​

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"Check it out," he indicated the other end of the room, "The magic door."​

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It was a massive, square door. Thick as the hull of a star destroyer at least. Completely unremarkable except for the glowing blue screen to the right of it. An interface, usually for keycards, codes, credentials, whatever. There was a broken mug on the ground from where someone had flung it in apparent frustration.​

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"It was driving the scientist guys crazy. Dunno why. Code's too old or too tight or there's like... A ghost in it. Take your pick."​

 

[Spark Finn]

Even a force master technopath could feel like a flustered fangirl when a very attractive male drew her in close and tight. Pale skin heated. Perhaps it was just her proximity to all those nanobots. Sure, yeah. Not his #smile #lopsidedgrin #muscles #swagger

#helpImintrouble

Eyes slid open, the feeling that blipping did to her stomach helped to clear #ormuddle her thoughts and emotions. Hand released Oscar's as she shuffled to the side, swallowing down a dry retch. Adjusting her glasses, the woman of all angles and a thinness that didn't make sense for her diet paused in front of the glowing blue screen.

Her awareness in the force already reaching out and expanding. Mechu-deru slithering forward like a snake. Index reached forward and she tapped absently at the screen. "Not a ghost," she murmured.

Pity.

That slithering dark voice whispered in her mind. Sandy-brows scrunched together and there were a few resounding, loud series of clicks in the seemingly empty chamber. She could see why no other slicer could've gotten through this. If it wasn't for the force...and her years of training, Spark didn't know if she could've either.

The code here was old.

Definitely pre-plague. A language long lost. And she felt a growing ache within her head as she slogged through the final pieces and the screen turned from blue to green as one last click sounded and that ancient thick door cracked open an inch. What Spark failed to sense was the trigger of an ancient failsafe.

They only had so much time before things were about to get #rough.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

That massive door cracked open just an inch and water came rushing out. Nothing dramatic; not even enough to cover their feet. It spread evenly through the room... Accompanied, seemingly, by the faint smell of an overpriced cigarra...​

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...No, wait, that was coming from behind Spark. Oceiros had parked himself on a crate and had promptly lit up. He blew the smoke out of his nostrils like a faux-dragon. He thought it looked cool. "Wow. Uh, okay. I thought that'd take... Longer. Cool, cool." His earpiece was yapping again - something about probability, explanations, projections, a couple of swear words. That kind of talk didn't much interest Oceiros. Just background noise, you know? ​

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He hopped off the crate, stomped out the cigarra, and approached the door to inspect the bare inch it had opened. "Can I get that for you, miss?" He accompanied his usual grin with waggling eyebrows before squaring up, sliding his fingers into the gap, and beginning to pull the door the rest of the way open. ​

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And they said chivalry was dead. ​

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Steel screeched against steel as he strained, forcing ancient gears to finish the job and open up already.​

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Deeper in the vault, a containment pod hissed open. Something foul and semi-mechanical slithered out and now made a straight beeline for the entrance. Oceiros had no affinity for sensing such things, though, and his focus on the door blinded him to the approaching danger. Maybe it was better off shut after all.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Spark peeked one eye open and then another. She felt a bit whoozy after that burst of energy. #drunkslicer Close to space station levels. It hadn't been easy.

"Show off," she cracked a small smile in his direction as he bullied that vault door the rest of the way open. Well, open enough. Head tilted to the side as she sensed...sandy brows knit together. That line furrowing between those brows.

"Wait. There's something," there was a hiss as two lightsabers snapped to life and a mech-suit crashed through that open space in the vault swinging those kyber-crystal blades toward Oscar. Spark threw up a force bubble to block one of those hissing sabers before it could slice through his chest.

#Eeeeeeeeeeep #runaway

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

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Spark Finn ​

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Oceiros was still pulling away at the door. "Whad'ya mean, something?"​

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He found out about a half-second later when a massive something slammed into the door and forced it the rest of the way open. It sent Oceiros stumbling away as it barreled in. Oh yeah. That was a something, alright. Two off-white lightsabers and thick armor which looked like standard stormtrooper-fare, smudged black and rusted. The helmet was a clear dome with a mummified face on the inside... And once inside, it came marching right at him.​

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You should never swear in front of a lady. It hurts the vibe. Conveys a general lack of composure - a total absence of cool. "Holy FUCK!" Which in this case was accurate. It had been accurate before, too, but he hadn't been thinking of the rule then.​

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Instinct took over from there. He ripped his sidearm out of the holster and started blasting. Oceiros could not help but note - with increasing dismay - that every shot was dinging harmlessly off the monstrosity's armor. It was a powered suit... Mechanized armor! Only the guy wearing it was long dead and this thing must have been running off auto-pilot. One bullet pierced the visor and went straight through the head, which knocked it back then made it sag forward in a sad little way. No blood. Just dust. ​

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Good grief. ​

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It swung its sabers in such a way as to finely dice him, but one of its sabers got caught on something invisible and he was able to reel away from the other. It apparently noted the source of this holdup and turned towards Spark... Oceiros threw his gun at the back of its head and regained its attention. "Hey now... Just a second..."​

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He started rummaging in his pockets for something else. Rather than wait, it lunged for Oceiros again, sabers raised.​

 

[Spark Finn]

That monstrosity lunged toward her but turned back to Oscar with that thunk of his blaster against its skull. Spark focused on that lightsaber further away from Oscar but just as deadly. With a ripple in the force that hilt suddenly exploded.

Heat, shrapnel, and parts of the creature's ancient armor, and limb showered the air.

Ugh, it smelled awful.

#Eeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

"Your bosses are dicks," Spark said. Then extended her hand toward that beast still on a warpath toward Oscar. There was a series of loud cracks and hisses at that mechanical suit it was enclosed in began to crumble off its body like a cracked egg shell. Shatterpoint could be a real #@$%*$.

She blinked as her outstretched hand began to shake. Her vision was blurring on the edges. She felt herself sway on her feet. She'd used a lot of big tricks in a short amount of time and it was beginning to catch up to her. Even force masters had their limits.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

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Oceiros suddenly had a strong feeling something totally jacked-up was about to happen. He instinctively shielded his face with his hand, about a moment before one of the lightsabers exploded in a massive blast of light. Diatium power cells were no joke. The kinds that still worked after something like five centuries were even less of a joke. Empire stuff. Built to last. ​

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He still felt the pulse of heat and the microscopic shrapnel peppering him. Man, his threads just could not catch a break today. Someone was getting a strongly worded text message about this.​

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The next moment he opened his eyes and he was able to get one good look at the monster-thing before it crumpled. Just like someone had unfastened all the screws on its suit. A weird, naked, pasty corpse got buried somewhere under the rubble. Gross. Smelled like a combination funeral home and airspeeder mechanic in here. A seaside one. ​

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Jen said something about dicks but Oceiros wasn't really listening. Still trying to process the exact sequence of events. "You... You blew it up?" Not exactly true, but that was about the limits of his vocabulary for now. He glanced between the rubble pile and Spark expecting some come-back, but instead saw her swaying. ​

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He stared at her confused for a fraction of a second before his expression shifted to alert. It was the look of someone remembering they were supposed to do something... Like he just realized he left his keys on the counter. Oceiros lunged to catch her before she faceplanted in the debris.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Her shirt #favethread was peppered with tiny pieces of shrapnel from cracking that armor from that thing #monster. Though some blood was coming out, they were just superficial wounds. It was more the pounding in her head that was the problem. And a little bit of blood dripped down from one of her nostrils.

The skinny slicer sagged against Oscar.

"Are we done yet?" She asked, fighting the urge to close her eyes.

Then, perhaps it was because she was feeling a bit #forceloopy she said, "Your arms are nice. I mean you're really strong. I mean you look nice. Your eyes are pretty." Her eyes threatened to close further.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

He caught her and - very gently - lowered her the rest of the way to the ground and kept her supported. Judging from the look of consternation he wore, Oceiros of Shor was many things, but a licensed first responder was not one of them. His on-board suite didn't have a medscanner, but he gave her a quick sweep to see if here was anything immediately obvious.​

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Her eyes were fluttering. A little trail of blood ran out of her nose. She asked if they were done yet, "Pft, why? You got someplace else to be?"​

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Seemed weird to just stare at her, so he put the back of one hand to her forehead like he knew what he was doing. Smooth operator. You know how it is, just checking for a fever. Maybe she was gonna explode. Who knew anything, anyway? Maybe it was just, like, an iron deficiency. ​

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She rattled off some lines. Ohoho. Not ideal circumstances, but hey, you take what you can get. Oceiros' eyebrows climbed perhaps involuntarily. ​

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"Shucks, you really think so? What would Jerry think if he heard that..."​

 

[Spark Finn]

"Pft, why? You got someplace else to be?"

#pffffffffffffffffffft

"You're not funny," she sighed and let her eyes blissfully close. It was nice on this floor. Really comfortable. #ewwwnot She was pretty sure something was soaking into the back of her shirt and there were little shards of that thing she'd exploded pressing into all the wrong places. But her limbs felt heavy. Like she'd run a marathon.

#lololrunning

For a long moment it looked as if Oceiros of Shor lost her. To sleep. But then her eyes fluttered open again. "Jerry who?"