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publicado originalmente en:The New Dojo
3/9/2017 11:55:06 PM
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He followed it. "Honey, I'm home!" He said as he neared, laughing.
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He enters just in time to see Fionn decapitate a Fallen Captain. He looks up at Bill.
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He raised his quivered his eyebrow. "And who're you supposed to be?" He asked, a wine glass full of some mysterious liquid appearing in his hand. He sipped it with his eye, and then let out a pleased sigh.
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The Hunter turns to face him. "You first." He sports a thick Irish accent.
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"The name's Bill." An air of sadism and trickery was evident around Bill. His voice was sarcastic, snarky, and sounded altered.
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The Hunter nods. "Fionn, Fionn McNamara."
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"Fionn? Where's Sir Shrek?" He looked around, mocking concern and then let out a laugh.
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The Hunter ignores his joke and bends down to loot the body. "Why're ya here?"
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"Boredom." He laughed, wiping a laughter tear from his eye and flicking it away. "And why are you here?"
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"Revenge." He replies, picking up a glowing orb from the corpse. The orb dematerializes. "An' a bit o' loot."
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"Revenge is a dish best served in hell." He floated over, peering down at the corpse. "You sure did a number on this one!"
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"You should 'ave seen what I did ta there boss." He says, standing up.
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"You're very good at expressing your hate for people."
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The Hunter shrugs. "I try. They had it comin."
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"May you mutilate them all, you weirdo. Too doo loo." He disappeared.
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The Hunter shrugs and continues deeper into the ship. [spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yep[/spoiler]
