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danger-xylophones · 1 year

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Mand'alor's Gambit Part 5

warnings: references to murder, prison environment, reader gets a villain (antihero?) arc, Satine, references to a tragedy, shit ton of poorly translated mando'a

Shoutout to @cinlat whose wonderful characterization of Balic Cormac and OC Fynta Wolfe birthed a new oc of mine who shows up later. If you are at all a fan of SWTOR, I recommend reading Family is More Than Blood. It is truly a work of art and I'm always so thoroughly entertained reading it.

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You better just fix your posture

And every hero needs his theme song, so

Who in here tryna start a riot?

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Sundari prison was huge. Somehow bigger than your child mind had remembered. Which, in all fairness, wasn't so impossible - you'd only visited three times after Dereth's initial incarceration. Once to confirm his sentence, one other to gloat over your new control in Dion. And once when Almec was imprisoned. You weren't intimidated by the sheer monolith that the prison was per se, but you did take a moment to take it all in which caught the attention of Maul.

"Are you alright, Governor?" He asked, head tilting forward towards you. His hands, as always were perfectly clasped behind his back.

With a shake of your head, you placed your helmet on while you answer. "Fine, I'm fine, Lord Maul. Merely observing the child mind's ability to warp images."

"I take it the prison is not how you remember it?" His voice hid a chuckle that you didn't appreciate.

"I have not been to the prison since I was a little girl." You huffed as you approached the entrance. "It is most certainly not like how I remember it." The guards puffed up at your approach until you raised a hand and bowed in the direction of Maul who came to a stop next to you. He waved the guards away and entered.

The inside of the prison was, for better or worse, exactly like you remembered. Cold and bleak, the cells awash in gross florescent lighting. Guards patrolled every level, only away from particular sections for a few seconds before another guard took up post. It was disheartening merely entering the building. You could only imagine what it would be like to be imprisoned here.

Maul made a humming noise in the back of his throat as he looked around. He seemed disinterested, maybe even bored with the place already. His gaze settled on one particular cell across from you, tucked into the corner. "They are yet to repair mine and Savage's cell."

You turned to him, aware that although he couldn't see your face he could probably sense your confusion. "You were imprisoned here?"

Maul's attention turned to you. "Courtesy of Pre Viszla. We were not here for very long." He hummed again. "Your father was here as well, we broke him out."

"Almec mentioned that you were the ones to rescue him - he didn't tell me you were also prisoners at the time."

"An oversight, but not a detrimental one." Maul turned away, taking a step in the opposite direction of where you knew Dereth and Satine to be. "Now, I will leave you to your devices - I am rather intrigued by the security measures here. Or, instead, disappointed in the lack of them."

You ignored the dig at the security, it wasn't remotely your concern anyways. "Very well, I will meet you here when I am done."

With a brief huff of 'acceptable' he stalked away. You didn't wait long before heading off yourself.

Satine's cell was first. You found the former duchess laying on the poor excuse of a bench offered in the cell. She was on her back, her hands were perfectly folded over her stomach, and hair laid out like a halo and draping down the bench to just barely brush the floor. Despite everything, she was still the picturesque image of what a duchess should look like - put together and serene. With a clearing of your throat, you addressed her. "Duchess Satine?"

Her eyes snapped open, clearly startled by the address but she recovered quickly enough. Sitting up, she turned to you. "I am she." She answered in a placid tone. But you caught the underlying skepticism.

With a deep breath, you reached up to remove your helmet and perched the object on your hip. "I am Governor Dion of Concordia. I've come to have a chat," You used your free hand to tap just above where the armor cam was hidden on your chest, "with you on behalf of both Clan Dion and Concordia and her sisters."

Her bright blue eyes stayed fixed on the cam for a moment before slowly sliding up to your face, a harsh, bitter edge you had never seen from her before overtook her calm expression. "I'm afraid we have very little to talk about, Governor, on account of your master."

Your eyebrow twitched at the thought of Maul in such a position but you kept your tongue. "The only 'master' I serve is Mandalore itself and her interests."

"Yet you have thrown your lot in with the sith."

"Ni aranar Manda'yaim." You emphasized once more.

Satine faltered for a moment, the harsh edge of her voice falling away to return to the calmer tone you associated with the duchess. "I see. So, what did you want to talk to me about, Governor?"

"Yesterday I received an alert from my advisor that someone attempted to gain access to Concordia's financials. Using an outdated code." You raised an eyebrow at her. "Would you know anything about that?"

"No, I am allowed no access to the outside world right now."

"But, you knew I'd allied with Maul? I made no formal, public declaration."

"Gossip becomes quite the commodity when there is little else to entertain." Satine sighed pointedly. "Plus with Almec's release, I knew it was only a matter of time until Clan Dion took a stand."

"It's unfortunate we've become that predictable." You snorted scornfully. "Regardless, do you know of anyone else besides you who would have access to the Sundari code?"

She made a face that told you she was seriously considering the question. "The only others I would know of are Almec, yourself, and Pre Vizsla."

That's what I was afraid of. You grimaced. If Vizsla had at all been like you, that meant he'd shared the code with his closest confidants. And one of those confidants was currently unaccounted for. Refocusing your gaze on Satine, you spoke again."Thank you, Duchess. You've been very helpful." With a performative glance over your shoulder, you lowered your voice to speak with her further. "On another note, how is your sister? I heard she and the Night Owls escaped the palace when Maul took over."

Satine's face fell. "As I said, Governor, I have had no access with the outside since my imprisonment." But, there was just the faintest glimmer of hope. "But, I am grateful to know she did truly escape. Thank you."

"Of course. It is a small comfort, I know."

"But one that is greatly appreciated. We never got along, but I still worry for her." Satine fell silent and you didn't know what to say following that. Luckily for you, Satine brokered an entirely new topic. "If I may ask," she began hesitantly, standing up from her bench to approach the cell door and you in turn, "will you help me?"

Your shock must have been clear on your face. The former duchess scrambled to elaborate, her voice pitched low and frantic. "Maul will destroy our planet and shatter the peace we've worked so hard to maintain, Governor. He must be stopped." When you didn't respond, she continued. "I don't have a plan yet but I need to contact the Jedi. There's a knight, his name's Obi-Wan Kenobi, he can help us."

Now, that name was familiar to you. He was the one responsible, albeit indirectly, for your takeover of Concordia. By ousting Pre Vizsla, him and the duchess left a void not only in the leadership of Concordia but in the thousands of other moons and asteroids that fell under its jurisdiction as a neutral province. A void which you happily filled. "Duchess Satine, I-" what could you even say?

"Please, Governor. I am just like you - I only wish to protect Mandalore and her people." Satine pleaded again.

You took a step back and became aware of the armor protecting your body. Of the blood soaked into the durasteel that would only be replenished as the centuries continued...if Satine never regained power. Under her rule, you'd been forced to play the part of a politician, parading around in finery too flimsy for your liking, let alone the inherited warrior spirit of your people. Your armor, your second skin, had to be discarded in order for your people to live.

Dion had suffered under her rule, losing millions of credits worth of export due to her staunch neutrality and refusal to let your people return to the family business. You'd almost been absorbed by Death Watch when the Vizslas offered sanctuary for your family. And that had been a whole different type of battle. She wasn't like you. She didn't care about her people or how they suffered in favor of her idealism. She cared only about her pacifism.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken, Kryze." You took another step back as her face fell completely. "Ni aranar Manda'yaim." You placed your helmet back on. "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur." You walked away, ignoring the angry insults hurled at your back by the former duchess.

One interrogation down, one more to go.

Dereth's cell was sixteen levels down where the guards patrolled less frequently. Which would have been worrying if not for the fact he'd been in the prison for nearly 10 years now and never bothered to try an escape. Except for once during that odd stint with the Black Sun and Pykes making a half-ass attempt at invasion. But, several other prisoners had also made an escape attempt so you didn't hold that against him. As the lift slowed, you braced yourself. You hadn't seen Dereth in years - the last time was when you came by to explain that you were now the matriarch of Clan Dion after the unfortunate passing of your mother.

Dereth was quietly reading something on a modified datapad when you finally got to him. His hair, which was shaved to skin when he was first incarcerated was now down to just above his mid back. Dark brown locks done up in a pretty elaborate braid considering the finite styling tools he had on hand. His eyesight had evidently worsened, quite drastically too, going by the new presence of cheap looking frames perched on his nose.

Bracing yourself you approached the cell and lightly tapped your fist against the transparisteel. His head snapped up in an instant, an easy smile on his face that grew just that much wider upon recognizing you. "Well, " He chortled as he used his index finger to push his glasses back on his crooked nose. "su cuy'gar ori'vod."

"The same to you." You leaned against the door frame, helmet angled towards the man. "I see you're doing well."

"Given the circumstances." He huffed, waving a nonchalant hand around the small cell. "Let's not waste time; you didn't trek all the way from Concordia just to exchange pleasantries." The man sat up, conveying a restrained interest. "What do you want?"

With a grim hum in your throat, you voiced the thing you didn't want to admit. "Your opinion."

If he was surprised, he hid it well. Instead of any wide-eyed stare or gaping maw, his face changed very little - the only tell being a little twitch of his lips. "An odd request, but one I'm happy to oblige, vod."

Bowing your head, you lifted your hands to remove your helmet and hold it against your hip just as you had earlier. "What do you know of the recent changes in our...political front?"

Dereth angled his gaze to the ceiling as if waiting for the dull white tiles to give him the latest scoop. It seemed to work as soon his gaze was returned to you. "Satine's deposed, Pre Vizsla took over, something happened afterwards and no one knows what."

You nodded. "Mostly true. Kryze's detained here, Vizsla did take over but not for very long."

"So, who's the new mand'alor - you?" He chuckled and you had to huff out a laugh with him.

"No, an outsider. Darth Maul."

"Dar'jetti?" Dereth's eyes were blown wide now, all former decorum wiped from his face. "How the hell did that happen?" You gave him am unimpressed look. He nodded in understanding. "So, what do you need my opinion for?"

A deep breath in, "Do you think Dion is strong enough to rule Manda'yaim?"

Dereth was quiet for a very long time, rounded face twisted in thought so potent you doubted anything short of a mortar shell would shake him out of it. His hand rose up to pinch and rub at his nose, easing over the crook that had formed after being broken so many times and never healing properly. And when that gesture didn't give him any answers, he switched to massaging at his hands and up his arms. You watched in mild fascination as the patches of light and dark skin stretched and moved with the motions.

Finally he spoke. "Not right now. If we built up stronger warriors, had more numbers on our side..."

"I was afraid of that." You sighed. "Death Watch has abandoned us. We are once again a standalone clan."

"Are we not allied with the mand'alor?"

"We are." You conceded. "But he is sith. I'm worried what will become of Mandalore when the Republic finds out. Will we not go down with him?"

"I see." Dereth sighed. "Do you have a plan?"

That made you pause. Did you? Yes...and no. You would have to stick to your guns, work with Maul as best you could while siphoning power away from him and solely to you. But you had to do it in a way that made it seem like it was going back to him. Which was a hell of a lot harder to do in person. "The beginnings of one. I'll play it by ear." Dereth muttered something under his breath that you didn't quite catch but weren't bothered enough to have him repeat it. You chanced a glance at a nearby chrone and realized you were encroaching on an hour and a half spent talking to your two conversation partners. "I have to go." You turned away, prepared to leave without another word. If not for the soft, almost desperate call of your name.

"Ori'vod, wait, how's Chara?" You paused, debating if you should answer. But Dereth had been kind to you and allowed your questions. It was fair to allow his.

"She's fine." You turned back to him. "A bit preoccupied with running Concordia while I'm stuck in Sundari so we haven't spoken much recently." You met his eyes again. "She married." You broke the news to him quick. "Almeris snatched her up."

"Osik" he huffed under his breath. Your heart clenched in sympathy. Had things gone differently... "Vod..." Dereth's voice was soft, almost delicate as he called for your attention once again. "I didn't mean to kill him."

You placed your helmet on once more, "I know."

"She was destroying Dion."

You bowed your head, "I know...ret'urcye mhi." and walked away.

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Maul was waiting for you when you arrived back at the entrance. There was no way of telling how long, he'd been waiting but going by the expression on his face (bored and grumpier than usual) it'd been just long enough to annoy him.

Squaring your shoulders, you approached, bringing his attention to you.

"Ah," he straightened his spine, arms falling behind him again, "I trust your meetings went well?" Maul's gaze was intense, boring into your eyes through the visor of your helmet.

Nodding, you took you place beside him. "Yes, they were...enlightening." You hummed in a tone far more pleasant than the nature of the conversations allowed. But Maul didn't seem to mind it. In fact, he almost seemed to enjoyed it.

His lips curled back, revealing sharp, stained teeth that almost glinted in the fluorescent lights of the prison. You supposed it was his version of a smile. "Good." Maul flicked his head away from you, turning his attention to the guard at his side. Although you couldn't see what passed between them, you understood that it had to do with your departure from the prison. Maul then turned and made his way to the elevator that would bring you out. You followed more slowly, lingering just a moment in the tense atmosphere of the prison.

And then you were alone with Maul once more. "So, what did you learn, Governor?" Instead of letting silence descend, Maul turned to you with his hands folded behind him.

Rolling your shoulders to move the weight of the armor around, you spoke carefully. "Satine was not the one behind the message." You started, sorting through information relevant to him. "And unfortunately, that leaves us back at square one."

"How so?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

"Ruling her out only confirmed my initial suspicions that the Night Owls are our most likely suspects."

"And there are no others you can think of?" Maul pressed, leaning towards you almost imperceptibly.

"Only Pre Vizsla. But I was under the impression you...took care of him." You picked your words carefully and watched for any adverse reaction from the sith. The most you got was a frown. "And Almec but he's already your servant as I am. He would have no need to go behind my back to get our records."

"Interesting..." Maul hummed quietly. No further conversation followed, not even after you'd both stepped back into the skycar that would take you back to the palace. But you couldn't help but feel on edge. Not because of the silence, but due to some nameless fear you couldn't place. The silence of the ride back was broken by the shrill chirp of your wrist com.

Without hesitating you keyed it on. "Governor Dion spea-"

"Alor!" A masculine voice yelled from the speaker.

"Almeris?" Alarm bells started to ring in your head. Almeris never commed you. "What's happening, where's Chara?"

"Fine, for now." He gritted out and you thought you could hear blaster fire in the background. "She's busy getting everyone out."

"Almeris, what's happening?" You emphasized, free hand involuntarily gripping at the leather of your seat hard enough to tear through it.

Silence and then, "One of the outposts was attacked - CF-8879dE. We don't know who it was or what they used but the whole thing went up in flames in a matter of seconds." Silence again. "They've retreated. Didn't get a good look at the armor."

"Were they mando?" You hissed into your wrist, all too aware that Maul was watching intently.

Almeris sighed over the comm. "No clue. Besbe didn't look like beskar."

An agitated sigh slipped past your lips as your free hand reached up to pinch the bridge of your nose. "Fantastic." You huffed. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Maul moving closer to you. Warily, you lowered your wrist in order to ask him what he was doing.

But before you could, he had reached out and keyed your wrist com on himself and brought it towards him. "Almeris, was it?" Maul asked into your wrist. You were left just staring at the side of his face, unsure whether to pull your arm away or not. "This is Lord Maul."

Almeris was silent for a long time. "Lord Maul?" He finally asked in a disbelieving voice.

"Yes, Almeris, cuun mand'alor cuyir darjetii." You scrambled to explain before he could say anything stupid.

"Ni haa'taylir." He huffed through the com and you could just imagine the skeptical look behind his helmet. "Tion'jor vaabir vi naritir laam ti cuun aru'e?"

Curse his traditionalism - judging by the eyebrow Maul had raised at you, it was about to get you both killed. "Cuy ogir'olar, dikut." You hissed. "Lord Maul," you emphasized, "you were saying?"

The eyebrow lowered but he maintained a skeptical look. "Almeris, am I correct in assuming you are a member of Clan Dion?"

"Yes, Lord Maul." Almeris bit out.

"What is your relation to Governor Dion?" Maul asked with a tilt of his head.

You could hear the hesitance in his voice as Almeris answered. "I'm her cousin." A cough. "Our grandfathers were brothers...I'm sorry, how is this relevant?"

Frowning you tried to tug your arm out of Maul's gasp. "I would have to agree, Maul. Can you please table this for later so I can get back to my people?"

Maul stared at you for a long moment, the look on his face completely unreadable. But, he relented with a cordial bow of his head. "Thank you," you raised your arm again, "Almeris, are you still there?"

"Yes, I am. Can't really go anywhere at the moment." The Dion warrior grumbled.

"Good, can you tell Chara I need to talk to her?" A flash of light outside the window caught your attention and you realized it was the reflection of the car in one of the windows of the palace. "As soon as she's available?"

"Yes, of course. She's checking on the survivors right now."

Your blood froze. "Do we have confirmed casualties?"

"Just one so far but not everyone's accounted for..."

"Shit." You couldn't help but swear. Shit, shit, shit. Of course this happens the one time you're off of Concordia for an extended amount of time.

"Governor." A low voice spoke into your ear, startling you out of the spiral you'd started to fall into. You looked up to find Maul looking at, one of his hands hovering just above touching your shoulder. "We have landed."

"Uh..." You shook your head as if it would clear your racing thoughts. "Tha-thank you." With a worrying shake, you raised your arm once more. "Almeris, are you still there?"

"Yes, vod." His voice was much gentler. "What do you need?"

"Tell Chara I will be on the first shuttle to Concordia I can get on. No statement is to be offered but the victims are allowed to shelter in the palace if they so wish or have no where else to go. I want a full investigation up and running by the time I'm back. Do you understand?" You rushed out, trying to force a plan to form as you spoke.

"I understand, alor. Take care." He spoke quietly before signing off, leaving you stuck on Mandalore. Shit.

The door closest to you suddenly opened, scaring the living daylights out of you. Reflexively, you brought your arm up in a defensive position. Only to slowly lower it at the sight of Maul. Without saying a word, he reached out a hand for you to take. "I contacted Savage, he has ordered some of the servants to pack your bags. A shuttle has also been hailed. I will accompany you to the hangar where Savage will meet us with our bags."

You started to nod, not really processing what he was saying as you settled you hand in his to let him help you out of the car. But just as you were settling your helmet on your head again to hide the panicked expression threatening to overtake your expression, you registered what Maul had said. "I'm sorry," you started, stopping in your tracks to bring him to a halt as well, "our bags?"

Maul nodded once, his expression placid. "Of course, Governor." He turned away and started walking again. "A problem on Concordia, is a problem on Mandalore."

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Translations:

Aranar - Defend

Cuun - our

cuyir - is/are

Cuy ogir'olar - it's irrelevant

Besbe - kit

Dar'jetti- Sith

Dikut - idiot

haa'taylir - to see

Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur - Today is a good day for someone else to die

Manda'yaim - Mandalore

Ni - I

Ori'vod - [older] brother, sister, special friend

Osik - shit

Ret'urcye mhi - good bye, maybe we'll meet again

su cuy'gar - hello, you're not dead

Tion'jor vaabir vi naritir laam ti cuun aru'e - why do we put up with our enemy?

vod - brother, sister, comrade

#darth maul #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #maul #star wars #star wars x reader #x reader #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #the clone wars

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chill-bunn-sage · 9 months

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☀ my Fynta would 💯 do an appreciative double take for your girl.

The first look would be Krysanthe just walking by and being cute without a care in the world, but I know my she’d would trip on air and fall right on her face during the double take lol

#cinlat #;;open letter (answered ask)

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dimigex · 3 years

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Whumptober, Day 4 - Genma and Fynta

Prompt: Trust Fall ("Do you trust me?", taken hostage, pushed) Fandom: SWtoR (with Genma from Naruto) Pairing/Character: Genma and Fynta (Female Trooper) (who belongs to @cinlat ) Words: 785 Rating: T (some language and blood) Story below cut to keep from cluttering up everyone's dash

Blaster fire sounded in the distance; brilliant bolts ricocheted through the ship, pinging off the walls. Genma dropped to a roll and contemplated the passage around him. It would be simple to leap for the ceiling around a turn and disappear into the shadows. No one would think to look for him there. Except, Fynta couldn’t use chakra to anchor her feet, and she’d probably get them both killed anyway. The whole mission had gone sideways because she didn’t understand the meaning of subtlety.

Fynta skidded sharply to the left and dragged Genma with her. She frowned at one of the indistinguishable doors and pressed a stolen badge against the panel. For two agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Then, after a series of trills, the door slid open. Fynta shoved Genma through into the room and palmed the panel shut behind them.

Genma looked around in confusion at the small crafts and arched one eyebrow. “What are we doing here?”

“Do you trust me?” Fynta’s words came quick and urgent, hard to pick out over the blaring alarms ringing through the ship.

Genma raised one eyebrow at the question. “Of course not.”

“Fair enough,” Fynta laughed. Genma had a moment to share in the amusement before the butt of the woman’s weapon slammed into his temple.

A second wave of agony brought Genma around, sharp and throbbing through his ribs. When he reached to massage the pain away, his arms wouldn’t move. He blinked in confusion until he realized that his hands were bound. Cold metal locked them in front of him, and there was no space to move. Dread spread through Genma’s gut like ice.

“This one was trying to get into one of the escape pods,” came an unfamiliar, electronically modulated voice.

When Genma tried to rise, a boot slammed into his back. With no way to break his fall, he crashed back to the durasteel. He grunted and looked up at the man standing above him. Thick robes hid the stranger's body and armor, but the red skin stood out in the gloom. Genma managed to smirk. “Hell of sunburn you’ve got there.”

Pain squeezed Genma’s throat, cutting off the rest of his taunt. Something unseen lifted him half a dozen feet into the air like he was not more than a doll. He kicked, trying to draw a breath into his constricted wind wipe. A soft wheeze issued between his lips as darkness swallowed the edge of his vision. Genma tried to spit, to do anything but gape for air, but he couldn't find the strength.

“Sir,” one of the soldiers standing at Genma’s back coughed. “We need him alive, sir.”

The agony disappeared and Genma thumped to the floor, knees buckling a second time. He forced his gaze up and smiled. “Harder, daddy.”

The red faced man turned, and faster then Genma could think, a red beam appeared in the man’s hand. There was a startled gasp, then the energy bisected the man who had spoken up to save Genma’s life. He had anticipated a backhand for his cheek, not blood pooling on the ground in sticky puddles that raced toward him.

Genma scrambled backward, wishing he could find purchase with his hands. He waited for the searing blade to finish him, but the brilliant light faded. The darkness in the immediate area seemed to suck the life from Genma’s soul. A feral grin lit the creature’s face, Genma refused to think of him as a man, when the piercing yellow eyes fell on him. “It’s not often the SIS stumble into our traps quite so spectacularly. I thought you were trained better than this.”

“I’m new,” Genma offered, throwing his weight onto his hands so he could rise. If he was going to die today, he was going to face it standing.

The man snorted, hooking his weapon back onto his belt. “Your partner was quick enough to give you up. If she hadn’t laid you out and left you like a prize, we might have caught both of you.”

Betrayal swam through Genma’s chest, but he pushed it away. “She’s a bitch, we’re working on that too.”

The man chuckled, an eerie sound like a snake slithering over leaves. It reminded Genma uncomfortably of Orochimaru. “You’re strong. That’s good; they break better in the end.”

Genma opened his mouth to say something snarky, but stopped when exquisite pain shot through his veins. It felt like every inch of his body had been set afire. He grit his teeth together, holding back the cry of pain. Sharp teeth showed in his captor’s smile, and the agony doubled, then tripled to the point of intolerable. Genma’s screams followed him into darkness.

#Whumptober2021 #No 4 #Do you trust me #Fandom: SWtoR and Naruto #Fanfic #Genma #Fynta #Honestly these two are great together #I think she plans to rescue him #Or maybe she's really this selfish in this story #The world will ever know lol #Banter #Genma's mouth is going to get him killed one day

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tishinada · 3 years

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@chaosandwonder, thank you so much! @cinlat, Fynta and Ucevi!!

I love how you capture them exchanging glances! And the looks of mischief, bwahaha! And the size difference! Thank you!!

#swtor #Fanart #ucevi #fynta #rules of engagement #trooper #sith warrior #submission

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chubbyooo · 5 years

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for the second prize in my giveaway i drew @cinlat trooper Fynta

it was super fun to draw her and the robotic leg was certainly challenging :D

#swtor #swtor art #art #artwork #swtor artwork #oc artwork #oc art #oc fanart #fanart #swtor fanart #republic trooper #trooper #SWTOR OC #swtor ocs #oc #ocs #fynta

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thecipherlegacy · 2 years

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OC kiss week day 3

"You're just a big softie, aren't you?"

I think I used the correct character! If not then I apologize ^^;;

OC kiss week request of @cinlat s OC, Fynta with my boy Noiren who is awkward af and really bad at showing affection lol I loved drawing this one.

#mox's ocs #my ocs #mox's art #my art #swtor oc #oc: noiren #twilek #twi'lek #other's ocs: Fynta #oc kiss week 2022

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empire-at-war · 2 years

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SWTOR Secret Santa 2021

Secret Santa gift fic for @cinlat! I thought long and hard about what a perfect Life Day celebration would look like for a Mandalorian, and this is what I came up with.

I hope I managed to get Fynta (and Aric) right, thank you for letting me have fun with them. Just let me now if there is anything you want changed, it's no problem. Happy Life Day!

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A time of joy, this is. Of friendship. Of family. - Master Yoda

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Fynta landed a punch square in the bounty hunter's face. As he went down behind the counter, his nose made a satisfying sound. It was followed by a Wookiee's battlecry, several glass bottles breaking and an alarm starting off in the distance.

Within seconds the whole cantina erupted into chaos. Droids screeched, patrons dropped their cards and gathered their credit chips, stuffing them into their pockets. A table was flipped over and all the drinks spilled on the floor. Everybody who was not ready to join the fighting scrambled for the exit.

Fynta was having the time of her life. She kicked a Nikto in the groin and ducked under the swing of a Trandoshan bouncer, tackling him to the ground with all her strength. The evening had started out with so much promise and it was only getting better and better.

Another bounty hunter came at her with a vibroknife, but as he saw the smirk on Fynta's face he reconsidered his course of action and backed off with raised hands.

Turning around and looking for a new opponent, Fynta was suddenly lifted off her feet. The roar ringing in her ears left no doubt as to who had just picked a fight with her. Haar'chak!

The Wookiee was strong. Hairy arms lifting her up in a durasteel grip as if she were merely a doll. From the corner of her eyes Fynta noticed a worried Aric trying to fight his way through the crowd, but then all she could see was the dirty floor of the cantina coming up to meet her.

The impact rattled her teeth, pushed the air from her lungs so she couldn't even curse, but it didn't slow her down. In one fluid motion she jumped back on her feet and faced her opponent again. The Wookiee towered over her, attempted to grab her, but Fynta was faster, dancing out of reach only to attack with a series of punches.

They traded punches for a while, both of them giving as good as they got, both of them unable to finish the other off. It was only when Fynta realized the cantina had gone suspiciously quiet that she lowered her fists and looked around. The Wookiee did the same.

Most of the fighting seemed to have ended, just as quickly as it had started. Some of the clients were already back to drinking or playing Sabacc, others were watching Fynta's fistfight with interest (and probably placing a few bets on them as well).

Aric was standing next to them with arms crossed in front of his chest, tapping his foot.

Before Fynta could say anything the Wookiee started laughing and those big, wiry arms gathered her into a crushing hug.

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A little later they were sitting together on one of the cantina's big tables, sharing a bottle of Mandalorian black ale. The Wookiee, her name was difficult to pronounce but she seemed nice enough, voiced her appreciation loudly. She seemed delighted with her new acquaintances, and had already ordered a new round for them to share.

Aric pressed an ice cold drink to a dark bruise on his temple. He made a grumpy face, but Fynta knew it was just out of principle. He looked good like this, fresh from the fight, and she made a mental note to tell her husband later.

For now she just refilled his glass with a big grin on her face. “So what was it you were saying earlier?”

“Before you launched yourself at that guy? I was just asking if Mandalorians have any special Life Day traditions.” Fynta raised her eyebrow, about to launch into an explanation, but it was the Wookiee who spoke up first.

Joy. Friendship. Family. That was what Life Day was about. Wasn't this what Mandalorians valued as well? And hadn't this been the most fun ever? What a fight it had been.

Fynta's grin only widened as she agreed and raised her glass in a silent toast. This was indeed the best kind of Life Day for a Mandalorian. Fighting and drinking, enjoying life. Sharing that joy of being alive with your friends (she raised the glass to her new Wookiee friend) ... and your family.

She looked at Aric and saw that frown on his face melt a little.

#2021swtorss #cinlat #life day #swtor #swtor ocs #Fynta Wolfe #Mandos doing mando stuff #aric jorgan

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dingoat · 2 years

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“I’m only here to establish an alibi.” sounds like a wonderful prompt

[Okay so the intent was to craft a short, punchy little comedy tale, but instead I've somehow wound up with almost 2.5k words of meandering shenanigans instead hahaha. I've borrowed @kunoichi-ume's Noara, @cinlat's Fynta, @humanrevolt's Crow, and a little bit of Jorgan for the ride so I hope it's entertaining at least for that crew? This is definitely one of those bits of writing where I just plonked the characters together and let them talk with next to no planning, I barely feel like I can be held accountable for the nonsense in here!]

A Solid Alibi

“WHOOOOAAAA–!!” Three voices hollered out in chorus as the out of town competitor, a burly selonian with jagged patterns bleached into her dark fur, was sent skidding across the ring. The spectating crowd was beside itself as the victor, a barabel with a toothy grin as broad as her shoulders, shook her still-sparking fists in the air and secured her third championship win.

“Did you see that? Did you see that? Now that was a fight,” Noara gestured emphatically at the holoscreen projected across a generous portion of the hotel room wall, grinning almost as wide as the hologrammatic shockboxing champ that was now graciously helping the selonian back onto her feet. “I don’t care what they say, the Outer Rim competition has nothing on Republic League.”

“I’ll admit,” Ahuska said through a fistful of popcorn. “I enjoyed that a hell of a lot more than I was expecting to. Better than borgleball any day of the week.”

Fynta helped herself to some of the popcorn out of Ahuska’s bowl, even though she wasn’t quite done with her own share yet. “You know we use some shockboxing techniques when we train with our units? One of the first times I-”

“Heyyyyy there ladies!” Fynta was destined to never finish her anecdote when the door to their room burst open, and a wide eyed Crow helped himself inside, his grin just a little more manic than usual. Arms laden with a tray of snacks, he kicked the door shut behind him and swooped over to the couch to set his offering gracefully across their laps.

Noara instinctively got up to make space for him to squeeze in beside Ahuska, but Crow waved his hands and shook his head, still grinning. “Oh no, no, don’t mind me, pretend I’m not here. Only please acknowledge that I’m here. Look at me, here. Here in this room with you.” He motioned up and down his body, and then about the whole room with an exaggerated flourish. “See? I’m not here to get in the way of your fun, I’m just here to establish an alibi.”

“Mmmhmm.” Ahuska’s mouth was now full of chocolate dipped juun berries, and the flat expression she shot Crow suggested she was all too familiar with the expression he wore. “And is there something we should know about before we accept your offering and let you stay?”

Fynta held her tongue, though from her perspective Ahuska had plainly already accepted the offering. She picked out a little bowl of hot spiced nuts for herself, the sort that make one’s eyes water, and leaned back with a tight-lipped smile. It had been a stroke of fortune that had brought them all together on Nar Shaddaa; a mission for herself and Aric, a meetup with an old friend of the clan for Noara and Torian, and… well, she wasn’t entirely sure what Crow and Ahuska were doing here, but she’d learned it was often better simply just not to know when it came to the outlaw couple. The hotel they’d agreed to meet up at and share some rooms for a few nights had overbooked, leaving them six single beds between them, split evenly between two rooms across the hall from one another.

Rather than force one of the couples to be split between rooms, they’d wound up deciding that the most fair arrangement would be to split all the couples, with Noara, Fynta and Ahuska taking one side of the hall, and Torian, Aric and Crow on the other. Aric, with two and a half headache’s worth of surplus paperwork to take care of, was the only one who’d needed a bit of convincing.

Having successfully crashed what Fynta and Noara had dubbed ‘Ahuska’s night of sports education’, Crow now beamed at the trio, fluttering his lashes while he shrugged innocently. “Oh, you know how it is. I… may or may not be a teeny tiny bit responsible for something that may or may not happen at all. I just want to be absolutely certain I don’t get the blame on the off chance that it does. Happen. Because I’ll have been here. Me, here, all night, see?”

“This means we’ll have to keep you under supervision all night, you realise,” Noara stated quietly, with a cheeky twinkle in her eye.

“Oh, yes. But that’s fine, I’ve got some spare binder cuffs with me if we ever need to leave you alone for a bit,” Fynta chimed in.

“Yeah, you’ll have to stay in eye or earshot the entire time you’re here,” Ahuska added swiftly before Crow could say whatever had flashed through his thoughts, and was met with a powerful smirk in return.

“Right, so a running commentary while I’m in the ‘fresher, got it.”

Fynta didn’t miss a beat. “That, or we just cuff you to the ‘fresher for the night.”

“Locked in the ensuite is a pretty solid alibi, don’t you think?” Noara considered.

“Hey. Hey, come on. I said I didn’t want to ruin whatever your plans are here. I brought snacks. I think that’s enough to keep me at guest rather than prisoner status don’t you think…?”

“Oh, yes, definitely. An honoured guest. A privileged guest.” Ahuska grinned at him. “Because you’re going to hang out right here with us and let Noara do your hair the way she’s always wanted while we watch some GWA fights…”

The way Noara’s eyes lit up halted Crow’s protests in their tracks.

“Oh, my stars, yes,” Noara slid the tray to one side to bounce up off the couch, and Ahuska did likewise, leaving the whole thing under Fynta’s jurisdiction.

“Lemme help you get your stuff. Crow, stay put.”

As the two bustled off, Crow found himself in the incredibly rare and unusual circumstance of being alone in a room with Fynta. His own expression came alight when he realised he had the opportunity to discuss something with her that never felt polite to bring up in broader company.

“What is that look for…?” Fynta side-eyed him with caution, lifting a brow as he slid onto the couch beside her.

“So.” He made a show of inspecting his nails before flashing Fynta a bright and knowing grin, waggling his eyebrows. “Fur, huh?”

For a moment Fynta was speechless, staring at Crow slack-jawed until she connected the dots and remembered exactly what their respective partners had in common. Then she laughed, her whole body shaking with mirth as she slapped Crow about the shoulders. “Right!? Nobody else gets it, do you find people can be super weird about it? Like no, no, I’m not into him just because he’s fuzzy, I love who he is and he just happens to also be a species covered in fur.”

“Right?” Crow had to laugh at the way Fynta punctuated her points with a series of emphatic gestures. “And it’s not like I don’t like it, I mean, she’s cute as hell, but I like it ‘cause it’s part of who she is, right? Of course I’m gonna enjoy how it makes her all…” he paused, gnawing on his lip as his cheeks flushed a little.

“Soft?” Fynta offered.

“So soft!” Crow positively lit up, and then touched two fingers to the underside of his chin. “Right here, right? Unbelievable.”

“Don’t tell him I said anything, but with Aric? Just a little higher…” Fynta touched her jawline, just below the base of her ear, her smile growing a little dreamy.

Crow’s grin nearly split his entire face, and then suddenly his eyes widened and he fixed Fynta with a wild and searching look. “Okay okay, but, have you ever had people making the stupid jokes about hairballs..?”

“Oh kriff, yes, and it’s so gross? Why do they even think that’s funny?”

“You know what’s actually funny? Asking di’kuts like that to explain the joke to you. Watching them talk themselves into circles trying to explain what’s ‘funny’ about implying that your partner behaves like an actual nexu.”

“Ha!” Fynta snorted appreciatively. “Oh I’ll have to remember that next time I hear key’shebe making jokes in terrible taste. I swear I get more annoyed than Aric most of the time…”

“What, Mister Stiff Upper Lip? He’s always struck me as the sort who bottles his rage, bet he loves seeing you arc up on his behalf though, heh. You aughtta see the way Ahuska obliterates people who say the wrong thing at the wrong time though!”

Fynta believed she could imagine. “Gets a little savage?”

“She is,” Crow said, lifting his fingers to his lips to perform a delicate chef’s kiss. “Magnificent. Got every right to be though. I never really realised just what asses people could be till I walked through a few Imperial spaceports with her? Feth.”

“Oh, there’s idiots like that on both sides of the war, believe me,” Fynta rolled her eyes, but then flashed Crow a cheeky grin. “Speaking of asses, though. Ahuska once mentioned a… chart…”

Crow started laughing so hard it took them both a moment to realise Ahuska and Noara had returned, their arms laden with a variety of hair products, their eyes wide as they stared at the way Crow was trying to bite back his sniggers.

“I feel like I should be concerned,” Ahuska said to Noara in a blatant stage-whisper.

“Never mind that. Crow! What do you like better, blue or purple?”

It was Crow’s turn to stare. “Uh. What exactly have I signed up for here?”

Noara simply smiled sweetly back at him. “The purple has glitter in it.”

Laughter echoed well into the night, and by the time the first light of day filtered gently through the window the group had managed roughly an hour of sleep between them, and Crow’s hair had never looked more fabulous. Even Ahuska had allowed herself to be given a purple streak to match, after making the mistake of mentioning the fact that she’d never actually gotten her hair coloured in her life, with Noara firmly insisting that the fur dye tattoo on her shoulder absolutely did not count.

The exhausted bliss of a long night in threatened to be shattered when a strangled roar bellowed across the hall, and Fynta startled herself upright, blinking in bleary alarm. “Aric…?”

Crow carefully avoided Ahuska’s gaze while a series of thumps and exasperated snarls continued to sound from the other room.

“...what did you do?” she pressed, while he twiddled his thumbs and ran a hand through his spectacularly quiffed, shimmering purple hair.

“Absolutely nothing. You know I didn’t. I’ve been here literally all-”

A heavy slam interrupted them, as the door was thrust open with uncharacteristic ferocity. There, framed in the doorway, bare chested and square shouldered with only a towel wrapped around his waist to preserve his modesty, was none other than Aric Jorgan. His glare was so fierce his eyes were virtually glowing, and they were fixed on Crow. “Don’t think for a second you’re going to get away with this…”

“Hey hey hey hey, hold up, whatever you think I’ve done, I swear it wasn’t me, just ask any of this lot. I haven’t left this room all night, not since I dropped by after dinner last night!”

“He’s actually telling the truth,” Fynta spoke up, her gaze darting rapid fire between her husband and Crow. “He hasn’t left our sight. In fact, from some point he wouldn’t have been able to leave even if he’d wanted to…” She half-rolled across the floor to where Crow was slumped against the sofa, and tugged on his arm. A clink of chain and flash of metal against his wrist reminded them all that her binder cuffs had, in fact, made an appearance at some point during the night.

Jorgan stared. “Fynta are those…” he blinked several times, then waved a hand and turned his head, shaking it fiercely before storming back out into the hallway. “CADERA! Just you wait till I get my HANDS ON YOU–!”

Fynta, Ahuska and Noara all stared at each other silently for a moment.

And then with a scrambling fit of newfound energy, the three of them darted through the still open doorway, across the hall and into the other room, where a few seconds of confused silence gave way into a rolling, wheezing cackle of boisterous laughter.

“Fynta is that his underwear?”

“Every… every single damned piece by the look of it!”

“Oh, kriffing kad. It’s all frozen solid.”

“That’s the biggest block of ice I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been to Hoth.”

“They really froze all of Jorgan’s underwear into an ice block.”

“What d’you mean they? Crow was with us! All night!”

“Listen he’s going to be raging about this at least until the evening, but… I mean look at it. It’s beautiful. I wish I’d seen his face coming out of the shower and going to get his clean clothes.”

“Do I at least get to see the handiwork?” Crow’s voice piped out across the hall.

And the laughter began afresh as the trio dragged the giant slab of ice across the hall. Crow was wiping tears from his eyes as he stared at the block, an almost perfect cube, knee-high, steaming gently where the warm red-gold Nar Shaddaa light hit it. Like graceful Mon Calamari ballet dancers, fabric swirls in sombre, dark, regulation colours filled the block with a fascinating collection of shapes and shadows. “You’re right. It’s beautiful. I almost wish I could take full credit for it.”

“Is… Torian going to be okay?” Ahuska glanced carefully toward the others.

“Oh, he left early to visit his vode, I was going to meet them for lunch. He’d be four districts over by now. ”

Ahuska always found it quite sweet when Noara tried to use a little Mando’a, but her gaze slide back toward Crow. “And yet somehow you knew tonight would be the night to keep yourself thoroughly supervised.”

“Yeah, well,” Crow shrugged, biting back his grin but absolutely unable to hide just how pleased he was with the results slowly melting on the hotel room floor. “Torian and I might’ve been swapping stories the other night, I might’ve been telling him a few of the pranks my unit pulled back when I was a regular pub army grunt. And when he showed up in the room yesterday afternoon with a brand new mini chest freezer…” Crow shrugged again, flashing them all a dazzling smile. Residual glitter sparkled across his cheeks. “I figured it was gonna be a good night to make myself completely accounted for. Worked, didn’t it?”

The dim roar of a raging cathar drifted up from one of the hotel’s lower floors.

Fynta smothered her smile with her hands. “Worked a treat.”

#dingoat writes #dingoat writes... WAY TOO MUCH XD #writing prompts #can't even remember what prompt list this came from hahaha #but I had fun with it #even if it went off in every direction #I guess this is Jedi Sitters crew?#Maybe?#anyway I hope I didn't mangle anyone else's characters too terribly #ahuska #crow #fynta #noara #other people's ocs #swtor fic

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cinlat · 7 months

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This looks like one of those Haunted House photos.

#cinlat plays bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fynta wolfe #astarion #halsin #it's the haunted house photo #you know Asterion screamed like a girl #look i made a meme

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kunoichi-ume · 1 year

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Payback...Sparkles?

The long awaited payback for Fynta’s All Saint’s Wake prank. I hope Fynta isn’t too mad @cinlat, Koko got her spell right.... hopefully.

Standing in front of the locked door, Cobi looked around to ensure Ruffles was taking his job as look out seriously. Thankfully her husband was standing near the stairs, trying to look casual as he leaned against the wall. Catching her looking his way, he smiled and shot her a thumbs up.

“All’s clear love, better get started.”

Cobi nodded and leaned over to examine the door’s lock. She had only recently started taking lessons at the Rogue’s Guild in Limsa Lominsa but one of the first things Jacke had drilled her on was lockpicking. It was, as he explained, an essential skill for any and all who wanted to represent the Rogue way of life. A throwback to their more… unruly days before going mostly straight.

She had taken to the Rogue skills easily, to her own surprise because they could not be farther from what her Bard skills. Playing a harp and wielding a bow had done little to prepare her for sneaking about, picking locks and striking quickly with her new daggers. Now she was more than pleased to have her new skills, without them she would never have gotten past the door in front of her without damaging it. When the lock clicked and the door opened there wasn’t a scratch on the lock’s decorative metal plate, no sign it had been tampered with. Her rogue skills were, so far, a secret to the rest of her Company and only Ruffles knew of her new endeavor.

The mystery of how she had gotten into Fynta Wolfe’s apartment would make her revenge that much sweeter. The woman had interrupted a particularly romantic night for the Miqo'te woman and her Hrothgar husband. It was only fair she got some comeuppance. All Saints Wake had been a few weeks ago, enough to hopefully make the other woman comfortable that no retribution was coming her way. It had just taken time to acquire the proper supplies.

Now that the door was open phase two of Cobi’s plan was ready to begin. Moving across the hall she opened her own apartment;s door, grinning at the sight of the very special machine she had commissioned. It was, by all appearances, a very innocent bubble machine. After enlisting the help of a particularly creative and chaotic Lalafell named Koko it now created something a little more malicious than gentle soap bubbles.

Placing the machine at the threshold of Fynta’s apartment, Cobi checked again that the proper ingredients were added to the machine. The first few iterations of the recipe had been explosive disasters, something she had expected. Koko was known for chaos and fiery blasts after all. Some tweaking had been necessary to make the perfect balance.

Cobi took a deep breath and held it while she turned the machine on. She really hoped it didn’t exploud. It shouldn;t, but you never knew when Koko was involved. Instead of blowing up in a fiery boom the machine rattled a little and then the first translucent bubble appeared out of the spout. It was a shimmery pink color and she could just make out the handful of sparkly glitter pellets inside the sphere. No sooner had the first bubble pulled away from the machine with a soft plop sound than the second started to form. This one was as blue as a summer’s day. The next was green. Then purple. Then red. On and on the machine went, creating bubble after bubble.

Soon the doorway of Fynta’s apartment was filled with bubbles, each new one pushing the next one further into the room. Cobi hadn’t decided if she was going to let the machine run until it ran out of materials to create the bubbles or stop before it filled the entirety of the room when Ruffles whistled softly. Jerking her head his way he motioned down the stairs. It was their agreed on signal that Fynta had returned to the Company house and she needed to get out of sight quickly.

Nodding she flipped off the machine, pulled it into the hallway and closed the door behind the mass of bubbles. She had just checked that the lock had reengaged when Ruffles was at her side, hefting the machine in his arms and ushering her into their apartment. “She’s on her way up now, Koko stopped her in the main room to buy us some time.”

Bless that little hellion, Cobi thought, knowing she owed the Lalafell a trip to her favorite bakery for all her help. Ruffles walked further into their apartment, stashing the machine somewhere, but Cobi couldn’t make herself walk away from the door. It would muffle the sounds from the hall but she wanted to know the moment Fynta opened her door.

One of her ears twitched as she heard footsteps on the landing. Fynta was here and, from the sound of it, Kirin was with her. That was fitting as he was there on All Saint’s Wake as well. She listened to them approach the door and even heard the jingle of keys as Fynta unlocked her door. For a moment she didn’t hear anything else and pressed closer to the door, worried something had gone wrong. Silence was the last reaction she expected.

Her patience was rewarded a heartbeat later.

“What the shite is all this? Fynta demanded.

“It looks like… bubbles?” Kirin said, his confusion easy to hear.

“I can see that, what are they doing in my apartment?”

“Bugger if I know, it’s not like you haven’t pulled your own share of pranks lately.”

Fynta laughed, “that’s true but damn. This is going to leave a soapy mess on all my things. Guess we better start popping them.”

Cobi grinned, that was exactly what she wanted to happen. See, with Koko’s help, these were no ordinary bubbles. They were enchanted bubbles. Pop one and it would set off a chain reaction, every bubble in the room would burst, throwing their multicolored glitter on every surface in a yalm all directions around it. Glitter that would stick fast to anything it landed on.

Sure enough a moment later she heard a series of pops and a pair of surprised shrieks as the glitter bombs exploded. She started to laugh and felt Ruffles’ hand on her face, muffling the sound. She looked up at her husband as the sound of curses came through the door.

He shook his head, “I still think glitter was a step too far, love. That shite is the worst.”

Cobi pushed his hand away from her face and grinned, “of course it is but this is magic glitter. Koko promised it would be impossible to clean up but would also disappear after about 12 hours.”

Ruffles frowned, “and you trust that little chaos monster?” He had learned first hand after a few assignments with the energetic woman that where Koko went peace rarely followed. Chaos Monster had been an affectionate, and appropriate, nickname for her ever since.

Thinking about it for a moment, Cobi bit her lip and had to admit that not testing the glitter herself beforehand had probably been an oversight. “Perhaps it would be a good time to take a trip to Costa del Sol, just in case.”

#My Writing #Ffxiv #OC: Cobi Nesma #Ruffles #Final Fynta #Kirin #Payback should always sparkle #Oc: Koko

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