Oh, Another Song

Fane O'Fannaín Hostile, give me a break Don't say it's in the bottle of air

[fane-oh1]

pacificadominic·:

Dominic knew he couldn’t stay in town without something insane happening to him or people around him. Especially after a mission he had to complete with a massive chase by the police. It was like he had a target on his back. With Night City being as unpredictable as it is, it always kept him on edge, though he kinda liked it. He looked around and took a deep breath when he felt he was in the clear from the madness he endured. “Fuck, it’s been a fucking day,” he muttered before sitting on one of the nearby bar stools at one of the open located bars. “One whiskey smash,” he wove the bartender down without much effort.

Fane finished off his shift working as bar security when he spotted a familiar face at the bar. He tugged on his leather jacket and slid the black glove over his left hand before heading out and taking a seat next to Dominic. "You're telling me, pal," Fane said, glancing at the man and signalling for the same drink. "Bar security ain't my finest gig, but sometimes, a man's gotta pay the bills somehow."

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marissaamorgan·:

Marissa was still thankful she got back in touch with Fane. They weren’t exactly close, but she felt like she could trust him. She trusted very few, but the ones she did, she had a good feeling about. “Yeah?” She spoke up in question, looking up from her menu before glazing over it again. She nodded to his answer. It was fair, she did make the plan, ordered the coffee, it was fair of him to pay for the meal. Though she definitely had the cash, she wouldn’t turn that down. “You go right ahead, Fane. No complaints from me,” she snickered. “Please tell me how many plates you plan on ordering.”

Fane skimmed the menu and shrugged. "At least three of the omelettes," he decided, tapping the section on the menu. "And four orders of bacon, plus three orders of sausages. And I dare say I need some hashbrowns on the side." His stomach growled at him then. "Well, I probably shoulda grabbed a burrito on my way out, but I didn't, so here we are. I'm starving."

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nxvadevain​:

Novas eyes scanned the male determining weather or not she should stay until he was on his feet or take off into the night. “Yeah sure man. Uh you need help getting anywhere?” She questioned as she looked around the area. “Hey man I dance for a living and I don’t do private dances for the sketch bags.” She almost laughed “I don’t know your job but clearly it fucks you up.”

Fane laughed dryly, chewing on the protein bar. "I know it does," he said, dropping his head back against the dumpster. "Solo work... Ain't a good time for me sometimes. I hate retrieval jobs." He often got hurt on the retrieval jobs. Fane hated them and hated what they did to him. He'd have to deal with it later, but as of now, he could feel his skin starting to knit back together. "They just pay well..."

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virgovega·:

She couldn’t help but stare as Fane removed his gloves, exposing his cyberarm. It was a rather nice model from what she could see, probably combat ready, though basic limbs were lethal in the right hands. Most everyone had cyber-somthings these days, so she couldn’t help but wonder why he hid it, but she pushed the through aside for later.

Virgo found herself calming significantly around the bodyguard as they chatted. He was a lot kinder than his job would have indicated, most of the guards she hired were gruff, and impolite, and boring, but he was downright pleasant. Nice to have around.

After a time she went back to doing her job, a few joytoys poking their heads in to ask questions and eye Fane wearily, and things seemed to be going well. Until one of her girls, Riley, brought her another note, written on the back of a receipt. She felt her stomach drop.

“YOU THINK THAT PRETTY BOY WILL SAVE YOU? HE’LL DIE FIRST, THEN I’M COMING FOR YOU”

Fane moved to Virgo's side in an instant, flesh hand on her shoulder. He looked at the note and frowned. Usually, when a bodyguard showed up, he found the threatening party usually backed down. This one was either confident or stupid. Or both, Fane supposed. He squeezed her shoulder gently.

"Don't worry about it," Fane said softly. He was definitely worried about it. But he didn't want Virgo to worry too much. He'd survived Militech, he'd survived escaping Militech, and he'd survived his solo work. After ten years of doing dangerous work and surviving, Fane wasn't overly concerned that an anonymous entity could kill him.

He did worry that they could incapacitate him long enough to get to Virgo though. "I ain't about to let something happen to you," Fane promised, heading for his weapon back and adding a few more to his collection. He glanced at her. Fane could see the fear on her face, though.

Walking back across the room, Fane held out his cyberlimb to her. "I wanna tell you about this," he said, keeping his voice low. The modification was a prototype, an illegal one at that. Even without his other cyberware, the limb alone would put Fane at risk for psychosis. "You can't tell anyone, cause it ain't legal. You name it, and it's jammed into this thing. Gorilla arm, rocket launcher, and mantis blade in one limb, matching blade in my other arm. Anyone coming after you is gonna have a hell of a time getting through me."

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marissaamorgan·:

Marissa shook her sugar packet before she ripped the packet open and poured it inside her coffee cup while she listened to Fane with nods between his words before she looked up. “You gotta do what ya gotta do,” she took a sip from her mug. “If this was one of your days off, and you wanted to sleep, you could’ve told me,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t be mad or upset, there’s always next time!” She was optimistic of seeing her friends, though in Night City, that could easily not be the case. It can be incredibly dangerous within the streets. And even she was aware it could very well happen again to one of her many friends. “Did you want to order something for breakfast? My treat,” she offered a smile.

Fane shrugged. He'd thought about telling her that he was going to stay in bed all day. But then his stomach had grumbled unhappily at him. And either he was getting up to get a mediocre burrito or four, or he was getting up to meet Marissa. So he went ahead and agreed. A meal at a diner was better than the burritos he got out of the machine in the kitchen.

"I wanted to come," Fane assured her. He grabbed the menu and looked it over. "I appreciate the offer, kid, but I haven't eaten yet today, you got no idea the food bill I'm gonna rack up." His metabolism was fast, burning through calories faster than an average person, and on top of that, his mods added to it. The amount of eddies he had to spend on those vending machine burritos was laughable. "Tell you what, you can keep buying the coffees, and I'll take care of the food."

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someonekillmee·:

When Maverick first met Fane, the cyber modification to the man’s body made him nervous. Now it didn’t bother him in the slightest. It had actually become a fascination of the other, studying it as he helped the older cope with the pain of it. “Maybe. But I lived. I’m fine. He was just some asshole who didn’t want to pay because he blew his load too early.” He laughed, nuzzling his head against the other’s shoulder. He couldn’t help the affection. It was in his nature and Fane was a client of his. Despite him not being a normal client, he did from time to time try to get closer to the very attractive man. “I live my life alone, Daddy.” He argued weakly, pouting slightly.

The nickname didn't phase him anymore. Fane had heard it from the other man for most of the time they knew each other. "You should have someone to make sure this doesn't happen," Fane said, not for the first time. "You know I can't always be there for you. You mighta lived this time, but what if someone takes it a step further and you don't? What if you ain't fine after? I just need you to be careful, kid."

Fane sighed, putting an arm around Maverick's shoulder. Anyone looking on would think twice about trying something with the two of them. And Fane was willing to do what he had to do to protect Maverick while he could. "You ain't alone, kid. You got friends, and you know I'll be there if you need me."

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marissaamorgan·:

Marissa heard footsteps coming her way and it was the waitress. “Could I please get a few mins, my friend should be here any minute,” she spoke. “And could I please get two coffees? Thanks,” she added just before the waitress turned around and she looked back up to see her friend walking over.

“Oh my God!” She clapped, excited to see her friend. “I didn’t think you’d show! I did get ya a coffee, and she should be back any moment.” It almost felt like ages since they last hung around one another, and it made her so happy they were reunited. “So tell me, what’s been happening since I last saw ya, it’s been quite a few months, so I can only imagine what you’ve been up to.” She inquired before receiving the coffee from the waitress and taking a few sugar packets from one of the holders on the side.

Fane thought about it. He didn't want to burden Marissa with the gory details, but he'd been shot at and shot more than once since he'd last seen her. It was bad enough the few times he'd stumbled into his and Sutton's apartment and had to have them patch him up. He hated bringing that energy back to Sutton…

"Been working," Fane said, going with the generic. "Not just security work, unfortunately. I gotta pay bills somehow, you know? So I've been doing some more… generic solo work. Retrieval jobs, and the like." He shrugged. "Course that just means I'm really tired, pretty much all the time."

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nxvadevain·:

Never approach a stranger in the dark. It was always a stupid decision. She could get shot, or robbed the possibility was endless. Nova was compassionate and caring when it was needed and it looked like he needed it. Was the risk worth it? No but the adrenaline from fear was.

Hearing the males words Nova reached into her bad and pulled out a protein bar and half a bottle of water “I mean yeah I do” she stated moving closer “Uh can you get up or anything?” She asked as she bent down so she was more at the males level holding the water and food out to him.

Fane considered his physical state. The less he moved, the better, but he could move. So he nodded, holding his side with his flesh hand. He moved towards her, met her halfway. "Thank you," he said as he took the protein bar from her. He tore into the package with his teeth, cyberlimb's shiny black surfaces showing in the low-light.

Fane took a bite from the bar. He closed his eyes a moment, blood seeping past his fingers. "Note to self, never take a job you know is going to backfire," he groaned. He didn't have many pain receptors left in his left side, but the ones that were there currently screamed at him.

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marissaamorgan·:

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Marissa wanted hang out with Fane, since it’s been a while since she last saw him cover for one of Cloud’s bodyguards, and she honestly wanted him to come back. She knew he was an independent bodyguard, and did things on his own terms, but she knew begging would be silly of her. But the least she could do was offer up some of her own free time to get to hang out with him. She sent him a text with where she was down in the downtown area. ‘Hey Fane, just wondering where ya are, I’m down at Tom’s Diner!’ She twiddled her thumbs while she waited for Fane at one of the tables inside the diner.

Fane had the day off. He honestly, hadn't had a day off in years. And what better way to spend his day off than literally staying in his bed all day? He was just dozing off to his second nap of the day when his Agent chimed at him. Fane rolled over and grabbed the device, reading the message from Marissa.

On my way.

He tucked the Agent away before getting up and dressing in the first thing he could pull out of his closet and made his way to the trains. He walked into the diner and dropped into the seat across from the woman. "Buy me a coffee, kid?" he asked, rubbing at his face. "Didn't stop on my way here."

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virgovega·:

Virgo waved her hand at him, both as a response to his apology and an offer to sit, and went to her coffee machine while he spoke. It was an old thing left behind when Irina died and she couldn’t bare to throw it away and buy a better model. She loaded a capsule into the top and it loudly sputtered to life once more, beginning to dispense a shot of synth-coffee into a mug branded brightly with the neon pink heart of Lovelace.

“We’re pretty strict with our no weapons policy, makes all of us nervous, but you’re free to carry when you’re here,” she picked up the fresh mug of coffee and handed it to him, “so long as you’re subtle about it. I don’t want you spooking my people too bad.” She’d meant the words to come out a lot more jovially, but found it hard to conjure the right mood.

She sighed, “Sorry, I just- I’m so fuckin’ tired. I’ve had nasty shit posted on my door before, but it’s usually easy to catch the asshole and put a boot to his neck. This guy, though… It’s on another level of scary. I can’t sleep.” she managed a bitter chuckle, her hand rubbing warily over her face.

Fane extended his right hand to take the mug. He didn't always trust his cyberlimb not to crush things held in his hand. He'd lost a few good cups because of it. "I'll conceal them to the best of my ability," Fane promised, sipping from the coffee before setting it down to pull off his gloves. She'd see the shiny metal of his cyberlimb, but he wasn't trying to hide it from Virgo. She needed to know that he had mods and enhancements that he planned to use for her safety.

"It's alright to be scared," Fane said, removing his jacket. He started fitting the smaller, easier to conceal weapons to himself, doing his best to go light enough on them that he wouldn't scare anyone that worked her, but heavy enough that he could appropriately protect Virgo. "We ain't human if we ain't allowed to be afraid."

He often wondered if he was all human. He was modded to the eyeballs, but plenty of people with cyberware still felt fear. His modified Berserk chip almost obliterated Fane's fear. There wasn't much of the humanity left in him, then, he supposed.

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nxvadevain·:

Nova had been walking home after her shift at the club to catch transport. Her legs covered in a small pair of shorts and her leather jacket clinging to her body. It was a chilly night but the bare minimum of clothes was something Nova was use too.

Hearing commotion Novas interest peaked. Following the sound towards an alley proteas the the best idea the girl could have thought of. As she rounded the corner she saw the man on the ground. Does she help? She should walk away. But she couldn’t they looked distressed “Hey” she called out to make herself known “You okay over there?” She asked keeping her distance.

Fane's attention snapped to the voice, hand closing around the gun at his side. He didn't point it at the woman, but he held it tight in his grip all the same. Fane would shoot if he had to, but drawing more attention to himself than he already had was not what he wanted. He looked at the woman for a moment. She wore shorts, and unlike what he'd seen during the job. She was unlikely to be associated with them.

"Fine," Fane said, voice strained. "Actually… do you have water or something to eat? I hate to ask, but I need calories." It would help speed up his bioplastic blood vessels. Maybe it would shorten the time it took to seal up by a few minutes, and currently, every minute helped.

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someonekillmee·:

Maverick had stiffened under the other’s touch, a little too drunk to realize who was touching him. All that registered was someone was touching and talking to him, making him anxious. When the other’s familiar voice finally reached his ears through the alcohol, he relaxed a little. “I’m not out alone. I’m just out here alone.” Back in the club, he was out with a couple of friends, but he had snuck off for a cigarette. Wrapping an arm around the other’s waist, he drunkenly leaned into his side, pulling his cigarettes from his back pocket. “I can hold my own in a fight.” He insisted, although the black eye and still fat lip said otherwise.

Fane took Maverick's weight easily. "I'm sure you can," he allowed, looking around and making sure no one seemed to be planning anything. "But, Maverick, you were jumped. At least... let me get the peace of mind in knowing that I did my job, alright?" Fane rotated his cyberlimb for a moment, feeling the synthetic muscles loosening slightly. "You shoulda brought someone out with you. Don't go anywhere alone, pal."

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virgovega·:

Even with an announcement, Virgo jumped a mile in the air when she heard a loud knocking on her door. Unfortunately for her, she was holding a freshly brewed cup of synth-coffee, and the words pouring out of her mouth as she shook the boiling tar-like substance off her hand would make a Maelstromer blush.

“Come in!” she called out, wiping her hand on her denim shorts, still swearing under her breath. She considered grabbing a bandage or something, but the damage seemed minimal despite the searing pain.

“I’m Virgo, thanks for coming so quick. Would you like something to drink?” she said, holding out a hand for Fane to shake.

Fane stepped into the room and frowned. He realised that she'd probably spilt her coffee because of him and he winced in sympathy. "Sorry," he said softly, gesturing to the spilt cup.

He reached out to shake her hand and smiled in kind. "I'm Fane, but I think you might have known that," he said, stepping back to give the office a once over. "And any time you need someone to watch your back, well, you've got my number. Unless I already have a job, I'll be here as quickly as possible. But... a coffee sounds nice, thanks."

Fane set his arsenal bag on the floor and unzipped it. "Does your establishment have a weapon policy? And how much do you want that to apply to me?"

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@nxvadevain​

Fane fell against the dumpster. He dropped his head back against the metal and groaned. Fane should have known that the job wasn't going to go in his favour. He should have seen the fucking warning signs. He hated doing retrieval jobs. He should not be here.

Fane grabbed at his side and groaned. He felt the blood running down his hands. It would, for the next few minutes, ten to fifteen minutes, probably. He'd lay low here until the bioplastic blood vessels did their job, sealing off the gunshot wounds and healing over.

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refrainbxdlands·:

@fane-oh

Kat had received her 3rd death threat of the day. The third one couldn’t spell properly but it didn’t mean they wouldn’t act on it. By the time someone actually killed her she would have wasted 90 percent of her life. She was tired of staying cooped up inside her high-rise apartment. She wanted to party, see people, maybe get in trouble. The point of being famous was to be able to do anything she wanted, but it felt like all it meant was to be stuck in a bigger cage. Fane was supposed to be protecting her and she felt protected but she wanted out. 

“Fane you guard things, right?” She asked sitting up, on her knees, ontop of the couch. She looked over at him with a tilt of her head. “So you must know of good places to hang out. Like places that people may not notice me, but places that are actually fun?” She questioned. Kat didn’t dare to look at Fane in the eye as she played with the lining of the sofa. “It doesn’t really matter where you guard me and if you happen to know of a good place that’s safe….We should go out.” ·

Fane hadn't expected the standing gig of guarding a rocker girl to be boring. But… it was boring. He'd spent most of the evening, other than doing his perimeter checks, fiddling with his personal Agent, messaging Sutton and assuring them the psychosis wasn't an issue this evening.

He glanced up and raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure we were told to stay put," he reminded her. "You're up to three death threats, and I'm just one man." But he did know a few places that they could probably get away with it. "But if you wore a disguise, we could probably get away with it."

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refrainbxdlands·:

Drake had no time to respond as he tried to fight against the strength of the cybernetic arm and hand. It was futile as he grunted trying to kick the man backwards. The man was quicker with a rough kick to his thigh it rendered it lame and useless. It sobered him up quickly as he tried to fight against the man’s restraints. Drake could feel the broken glass and gravel cut into his cheek as he struggled to get away. 

He should’ve known better than to go up against a souped-up person. Most of Drake’s enhancements were for running and not much for combat. His right eye was enhanced for precision shooting and assessing his surroundings. However, his gear could never withstand a more aggressive force. “Fuck! Uncle!” He shouted squirming to get away. He’ll kill the man properly if he could get his hands around an actual weapon. He looked over his shoulder, struggling to see, when the man pulled a knife out. 

“Fuck!” He cursed once more. “A good reason not to kill me is because I have information that could make you money. I-I got friends and family who would turn you in a second, and I’m fucking drunk and poor. Just doing this shit to survive.” Was it all true? Yeah it was, sadly. However, would Drake say and do anything not to get his face bashed into the floor? Also yes. “I got a bottle vodka on that roof over there. You can smell it on me anyways. How about we say fuck this stupid shit. I jack someone else and you get a free drink.” 

Fane felt his body come back to himself. He looked at the situation with full clarity. He scrambled off the man and scooted away quickly. He pressed his back against the side of the building. The damp ground seeped into his trousers. "Shit," he breathed, shaking his head and holstering his knife again.

"Goddammit, I'm so sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his face with his flesh hand. "It's… Militech Berserk, but… probably not like you've seen it before. I am really sorry. I can't stop it sometimes…"

He dropped his head against the building and sighed. "Look, pal, you probably shouldn't jump random solos," Fane said, picking his head up to look at the man. "Especially when you don't know what they're capable of. It's a good way to get yourself killed." He half expected the man to retaliate, but honestly, Fane was really hoping he didn't. Two times going berserk in one night, he wasn't sure that even Sutton could fix that. He felt the telltale heavy feeling that he'd started to associate with the beginning of psychosis threatening to overtake him. "You gotta name?"

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virgovega·:

“I appreciate it. It’s Jig-Jig Street, Lovelace Brothel. There’s a big neon heart over the doorway, you shouldn’t miss it.” She hung up, managing to flick him a quick message with her schedule for the next week before letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding.

She wasn’t sure why relief washed over her as she collapsed in her desk chair. Maybe years of being gaslit by cops saying she couldn’t lay a complaint of abuse against an ex because she was a joytoy, that she probably just fell and was looking to sue for a payout, took a toll on her mental health. Maybe it was just nice to be believed. Either way, there wasn’t much left to do until he arrived except organise her joytoy’s work schedules and jump at every noise that permeated the thin walls of the three-storey brothel.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Fane promised, already thinking about the train to take to get to Westbrook quickly. He hung up when the line went quiet and grabbed his bag of weapons. He figured he could keep things in her office if he needed to be more subtle. It was better to be overequipped than underequipped.

A few trains later, Fane was walking into the backdoor of the Lovelace Brothel. He frowned at the lack of security but thought maybe they'd been moved off so that he could get in without a third degree. He found the owner's office and knocked. "Ma'am, this is Fane O'Fannain, I don't want to barge in," he called through the door. Both because he never quite felt comfortable in a brothel and because he didn't want her to think that he was an assailant come for her.