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@cannibalisticanarchist
before-the-infection started following you
Finnick shoved his hands deep into his leather jacket, the chill was especially cruel tonight. He walked alone on the concrete streets of New York, it was rare for this side of town to be empty. He breathed out, swirls of cold air leaving his mouth.
It sucked to be alone.
25effects started following you
Finnick stared up at the assumed little girl. Since this could be anything he wasn’t really sure if this person was a little girl or not. They could be a dragon in disguise, anything really.
He put his hands up quietly.
"My name is Finnick, I mean you no harm."
"Finnick."
She lowers the blade, only slightly. He is complying; That’s a good sign.
"… That’s fine. I’m Madotsuki. What are you doing in my dream? How did you get here? Nobody can get here…"
"I just woke up here. This is a dream?"
25effects started following you
What a trippy place. Finnick thought to himself, he currently laid on his back. The floor event felt trippy. He wondered where this place came from, where would it go, and why he was here. He probably wouldn’t have these answered.
But that was okay. He didn’t mind. The anarchist huffed and puffed, before rolling over and seeing someone new.
New worlds were lovely. When she was the intruder, it was perfectly fine. But strangers in her known dream worlds were… Unwelcome, to say the least. Her knife effect is equipped and she strides up the the interloper.
"You’re gonna tell me who you are right now."
Finnick stared up at the assumed little girl. Since this could be anything he wasn't really sure if this person was a little girl or not. They could be a dragon in disguise, anything really.
He put his hands up quietly.
"My name is Finnick, I mean you no harm."
25effects started following you
What a trippy place. Finnick thought to himself, he currently laid on his back. The floor event felt trippy. He wondered where this place came from, where would it go, and why he was here. He probably wouldn't have these answered.
But that was okay. He didn't mind. The anarchist huffed and puffed, before rolling over and seeing someone new.
sergeantunderwood started following you
"Hell yeah," He said immediately responded and flicked the splinter away. He then attempted to get comfortable, attempt being the keyword.
"I thrive on danger for one thing, plus I live in the moment. If I did die next week on a bench. I’d rather die on a very comfortable death, I’d be content with that. Wouldn’t you?"
"Well… You’re right there. I still don’t think the bench is worth the lives of many people though. Just for a little bit of attention?" He shook his head slowly, leaning back in his spot as he watched the man beside him. "Like, would you want to die like a king knowing that the rest of the people in your ‘kingdom’ are suffering? That’s kinda fucked up, y’know. Thinking of your own good instead of the rest."
"Of course not, I don't believe in kings in the first place. But I don't want it changed just for me of course, I'm not the only one who sits on this bench at all hours." He explained.
"Homeless people tend to sleep in the park too, what about them? They deserve a nice place to rest, the shelters in this city are horrific enough for them to want to sleep here. Trust me, I've been in a few. They can at least have a nice bench."
sergeantunderwood started following you
Finnick sat up, swinging his legs off the bench and sitting down properly for once. He rubbed his back and made a sound of annoyance and pulled out a splinter from his shirt.
"Great," He huffed. "Why doesn’t this park have better benches? You’d think they’d do something about it seeing as how many people chill here."
A snicker slipped from him as he watched the other pull a splinter out of his shirt, his hand resting on the wood as he shifted around in his spot, trying to get comfortable on the rather hard seat. "Well, what’s the point of fixing this shit up when next week it could be wrecked? I think the main priority should be the infected anyways. I mean, would you want your life to be in danger just because you wanted a comfortable bench?"
"Hell yeah," He said immediately responded and flicked the splinter away. He then attempted to get comfortable, attempt being the keyword.
"I thrive on danger for one thing, plus I live in the moment. If I did die next week on a bench. I'd rather die on a very comfortable death, I'd be content with that. Wouldn't you?"
sergeantunderwood started following you
'The sky looks duller today' he thought. Finnick was laying back on a fairly uncomfortable park bench. He wasn't one to complain but god damn this place could use some better benches. The anarchist frequented the park and often fell asleep here, the least they could do is get better benches. He glanced up behind him after noticing the presence of another person.
"Did you want to sit here mate?"
He stared at the man on the seat for a moment, blinking slowly and frowning slightly when he was called ‘mate’. He shrugged slowly, eventually moving to sit down beside the man. "Yeah, I did. This is one of my favorite spots but uh… I’m fine with sharing a bench. I mean it’s meant for multiple people to sit on anyways." Though to be honest, the company of the stranger made him a bit uncomfortable and on instinct, he scooched over and inch or two to the other side of the bench.
Finnick sat up, swinging his legs off the bench and sitting down properly for once. He rubbed his back and made a sound of annoyance and pulled out a splinter from his shirt.
"Great," He huffed. "Why doesn't this park have better benches? You'd think they'd do something about it seeing as how many people chill here."
Because Tron likes fashion and I like wooing posts.
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THE RED ONE
"Passed down? Like an heirloom?"
“Something like that, yes. I never did get the opportunity to ask, though.”
"How come?"
"Yours is as well, never met anyone named Dororo."
”Oh, thank you very much! It’s not a very common name, but it is.. I suppose, a somewhat traditional name in my family?”
"Passed down? Like an heirloom?"
soul-swapper started following you
"Huh," he nodded. "Are you a time traveler? Or?"
”No, not exactly. I’m a demon, in all honesty.”
"Demon. Nice, what kind?"
soul-swapper started following you
"Yeah that’s the one," he quirked a brow at her next statement. "You were there?"
”Oh, no I let that slip—” she let out a nervous laugh. “Erm.. K-kind of?”
"Huh," he nodded. "Are you a time traveler? Or?"
"My name is Finnick, lovely to meet you Dororo."
“Finnick..? My, what a lovely name!”
"Yours is as well, never met anyone named Dororo."
soul-swapper started following you
"It’s a Chinese military guide to winning war, it’s got 13 chapters devoted to each aspect. It’s really influential, referenced a lot. It’s kind of hard to sum it up into a few words really."
”Chinese… military guide.. Oh! It wouldn’t happen to be written by one named Sun Tzu, would it?” She then begins to talk to herself. “My.. I think I remember when he published it. Such a proud look on his face, I must say it was..”
"Yeah that's the one," he quirked a brow at her next statement. "You were there?"
soul-swapper started following you
"Hm, I’d say maybe the Art of War. It’s a pretty enjoyable read. I’d imagine a soldier would appreciate it."
”Art of War..? It sounds interesting.. What is it about, exactly?”
"It's a Chinese military guide to winning war, it's got 13 chapters devoted to each aspect. It's really influential, referenced a lot. It's kind of hard to sum it up into a few words really."
Dear future me,
Dear future me,
I hope by the time you read this I'll have done something embarrassing to remember, maybe you can tell a story or two to your friends. Assuming you have any, or if you're even alive by then.
-Finnick
"Hey there, it’s you again."
“Oh! Hello, there! Fancy meeting you here. Oh.. I never caught your name, did I? Mine is Dororo.”
"My name is Finnick, lovely to meet you Dororo."
