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![[Freestyle #010] - Finn](http://d.furaffinity.net/art/stormeyes/1605794672/1605794672.stormeyes_portrait_010_-_finn.jpg "Click to change the View")
The Alley was quiet and undisturbed, its cold stone and metal walls were Drenched, the alley itself was pocked with puddles disturbed only by the droplets that fell from the heavens.
It was a cold oppressive rain that made tracking nearly impossible for most. Finn wasn't just anyone, his eyes gave a haunting glow, violet energy wafted from his sockets, nose twitching as he tracked his prey, fear was a hell of a drug, he practically saw the trail leading into the alley, the harsh blinding light of neon and holo billboards silhouetted the runner to anyone within to alley.
The world around the alley fell silent, only the muffled murmuring of cars and chatter, the sound of rain pouring down steadily. The weight of his breath kept his boots to the ground, his stomach a flutter with that undeniable sensation of nerves. Eyes scanning slowly over the debris and filth, claw lifting up into the air, a nearly neon light began to pulse around his wrist and hand, a purpleish pink flame erupted from his palm "Come out traitor.. I can smell you.. Nice try with the spiked booze.." His face an emotionless statue, the face of a professional. The sputtered splashes of holy water spiked booze with a hint of Light's out stained the dry undershirt. "I'll give you props.. Get me with my guard down..you called the blues..didn't you?"
A sudden strobe of light lit up the alley, the deafening cacophony of buckshot slammed into Finn, rending his left shoulder, followed by a wet guttural splat of his stomach opening to the night air, the body slumped into a pile of gore and viscera. The elf rose from his encampment behind several bags of trash and an abandoned fridge, gun trained on the motionless foe, within two steps he heard a loud whoosh as if wings flew past followed by boots meeting pavement and splashing loudly. On instinct the elf turned, his shotgun suddenly gripped and pulled free with such force fingers snapped like twigs. In the blur of. Motion his throat was gripped, his vision consumed by the purple flames, gasping as his airway was suddenly forced closed. He felt himself lifted well above the figured
"Got you Belfast.." The voice was familiar, the elf's eyes widened in horror, the eyes on this figure were purple, he struggled to glance back seeing the pile had vanished "Fuckin'... Mage.." Belfast sputtered
Finn simply stared blankly. "I was gonna give you the option to come peacefully.. But I think that'd be a danger to society at large" Finn chuckled darkly the purple flames enveloped Belfast's face but didn't burn.
Belfast's eyes scanned the area quickly, panic setting in as Finn said sharply, "I liked you Bel... Wish you had more brains. You ratted us and the fucking Aussies." Finn gripped harder heat rising, "Whatever you planned to do to me.. Will be nothing to what I'm going to do to you."
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Oh, man, me too. Cyberpunk is still in that sorta synthwave vibe... it's like Outrun, but with that semi-future dystopia spin. The fella I did this for introduced me to a d20 tabletop RPG called Shadowrun which is universe this character lives in.
Kinda makes me wanna play old school Final Fantasy VII, though.
Kinda makes me wanna play old school Final Fantasy VII, though.
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