#fisk ashwell | galaxy of muses

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what brings you here, curious little one? (Fisk to Ambrose, Persona verse)

". . . Y'know, something tells me you're calling me a little one in an effort to fluster me enough that I don't notice what you're doing there. What are you doing, ma'am?" As Ambrose closed the shop door behind him, he casually walked up towards the counter looking at the different guns that were on display.

"So, just what do you have that you can recommend for someone that isn't exactly used to heavy recoil, but still wants to do some serious damage to something or someone in the event of self defense?"

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Lucas is offered a brand new model gun kit for his weekly enrichment by a certain red-eyed woman.

"Thank you~! Now this, this is a good project. Let's see now-" With only a quick, but well-meant, thank you, Lucas quickly took to opening the box for the kit, and began inspecting the pieces. He knew where to start, but that wasn't going to stop him from appreciating the handiwork put into the creation of it. Even if it was nothing like the real thing.

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"Do I trust you? No, but I love you." (Fisk to Lucas, fandomless)

"I love you too. But really, you don't need to worry about trusting me quite so much right now. I haven't lit the fuse, the ceiling of the cavern is more than high enough for this to explode without breaking any of the stalactites overhead. And you need a brief burst of color in your life." If it wasn't for the fact that she was trying to drag him away from the few fireworks he was trying to light for her, Chara, and Hero to enjoy, he'd have already had them lit and they'd be watching the pretty colors. Instead, he was trying to drag himself back towards the whole set up, as she tried to yanked him away.

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"Would you kindly not, for Thaliak's sake Fisk. You make Bahamut seem tame compared to the bullshit you're putting me through right here." Sure, it was a valiant attempt to reset the poor Hyur, but it didn't work despite how dizzy he'd nearly gotten. No, no, it only irritated him even more, considering that he had trouble standing properly after she set him back down.

Still, given that she was still trying to teach him, and she'd taken the effort to place him into a better position to actually learn how to do this dance, if only with a taller race than his own. But if he mentally adjusted it, then it may still work just fine for those of a similar or shorter height than his own. Right?

"Nophica's teets, whatever. . ."

She already had an idea about how to reset the man mentally so that it could, perhaps, be a bit easier for him. The woman picked him up, an easy feat all things considered, and spun him a couple of times before setting him back onto his feet, making sure they seemed proportionate to how they should be. "I think it does. Besides, it's far too cute to let you give in now."

She always enjoyed making the other turn into a mess like this, though she always did tend to make sure she didn't go too far in most cases. So, the woman took a step back, using her stature to make sure he followed her in the step. "So, once more. Keep track of the steps I take, then repeat it. You are intended to be the leader between a couple as the male, after all."

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i hate to interrupt this lovely banter. (Fisk to Michael)

"I suppose it would be wise to cut it short, especially since some people are starting to look at us oddly, yes?" Clearing his throat, Michael sat up a little more straight, and looked over at Fisk. Head tilted slightly, he stopped to contemplate what it was that she wanted from him.

"So then, what did you need Fisk? Something I can help you with today?"

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your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely. (Fisk to Lucas, Fandomless)

A TASTE OF TRAGEDY.

"I know, I know. You trust me, because you know I can't truly kill you and all that. You're not really innocent yourself, y'know? Though, we both don't wanna dive down that whole rabbit hole." As the bluenette kicked back on the old worn down sofa, he picked up one of the quantum science books that were lying around. Carefully removing the joke book stuffed inside of it, he began skimming some of the pages.

"Anyways, was there any big reason why you brought up my hands being scarred from that? Do you need me to do something different than usual?"

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am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this? (Fisk to Hero, Fandomless)

A TASTE OF TRAGEDY

"Jeez, you act like it's a miserable thing to be able to have the chance to go back to your boyfriend after a near death experience, to just relax with him." They totally hadn't just gotten done fighting something rather large, and rather angry. It was also rather corrupted by something that they knew all too well, and had been lucky to even keep it off of them.

"But in all seriousness, I get it. It's rather fucked that he corrupted that thing, I don't think I wanna find out what else he's managed to corrupt."

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"As if I'm going to leave you here to die! Do you know how ridiculous it is to have your healer run off from you, of all things?! No, I'm staying here by your side! Besides, don't you have yourself a linkpearl to contact them by??" As noble as it seemed for her to stay behind and keep it distracted, Michael knew all too well what could go wrong if he ran off to try getting any of his children to come help. No, if they needed them, they were going to have to hold out here while she tried contacting them via linkpearl.

Of course, that was him assuming that she had one, but given how she spoke of them and the fact that she believed some of their group may be around? He thought that that was strong enough evidence to believe that his thought process was correct. After all, he was pretty sure that she still had their old linkpearl, somewhere, so surely she'd have started using a new one to communicate with others.

"Yeah, I figured you probably wouldn't." He had been at this for a while, and she knew healing in a scenario like this took its toll on aether. She knew she was starting to run out of options, herself. How problematic. . .

If only she could swap classes, she could take it down quick enough before it decided to try and do that again if she was a DPS.

"Fuck. . ." The woman muttered under her breath, moving to stand straight back up after the big hit. She once again moved to keep the beast distracted, trying to think of other options for the time being. A thought came to mind, but she hated it. . .

"Your children should be nearby!" She called out, looking over at him with pursed lips. "At least, a couple of em. Go get them, I can last till you get back!"

She wasn't sure how true that was, but she knew that having someone aware of the situation was better than the both of them being dead.

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* you’re so stupid it kinda turns me on. (Fisk to Ambrose)

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"On one hand, I know I should be offended. On the other, let's admit it. I don't fuckin' care, cause if I'm so stupid, then why would I?" Smirking a bit, as he slung his guitar over his shoulder, he gazed over at her from his seat in the garage. He'd been practicing, writing a new song for his band, and getting the guitar portion down. As long as he got that down, he could use it to run that by his bandmates and see what they thought.

If they showed up to practice next time, that is.

"So, what can I help you with?"

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* that’s not my name. (Fisk to Krystal, FFXIV verse)

"I know, but unless you want to get us killed, could you please roll with it?" Captured by Garleans, Krystal certainly found herself irritated. Not only were they captured by the enemy, but they were captured together, which meant that they had to work together on a false story to keep them from becoming too interested in them. But they also couldn't make it overly boring that they'd just kill them either.

Though the bodies she'd seen sometimes made her wonder if they ever even properly captured their prisoners. . .

"Unless you have a better idea? But they've got our weapons, and I didn't bring any extra gear with me."

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i thought you were retired. (Fisk to Michael, FFXIV verse)

"I was supposed to be, but someone out there felt the need to drag me back in to the dirty work." As Michael called his nouliths out to begin his work defending, he gazed over his shoulder towards the injured Elezen. Gracing her with a self-confident smirk, he proceeded to throw a shield on to her.

"Go ahead, run to your current friends. I'll hold them here, until you come back with them. That way, you and your friends can have the glory, and I can try to slink back into silent retirement."

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"I'm glad that you like it. Having a change from how things were when you're in an uncomfortable situation before always helps you to move on from it. And while I know that that isn't exactly in the cards right now, I do know that it'll help you out a lot when it is." While Fisk had been looking and feeling at the changes made to her hair and appearance, Bella sat down across from her holding a small mug of tea.

"Now then, with fresh clothes, trimmed hair, and a clean body, I trust you feel a lot more comfortable now, yes? And the drink on the way for you should help even further. But I can tell you're restless. You want to explain things still, don't you?"

It was obvious to her that the explanation was something Fisk had wanted to provide from the get go. After all, it was how she tried to start things that night. But it wasn't the time for that earlier. Not when she was still stressed and looking like she was constantly watching her back. No, that was no way for her to try to explain anything to anyone.

"It all has to do with that bastard that my brother came from, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. . . I got it." She spoke quietly, knowing full well that it was gonna be a part of this all. She was gonna hate every moment of it, but it needed to be done. And she knew that she wouldn't be allowed to explain everything that happened to someone Zayn obviously cares deeply about until they are reassured that she's. . . 'Okay'.

Which was never gonna happen, but. . . She wasn't about to say that.

Things seemed to finish up eventually, and she found herself unable to do little more than stare at a spot on the floor. Trying to figure out what needed to be said, and how to say it. How much might be too much? How much was this woman aware of?. . . She was never told these things, only to come here if things ever went to shit.

She hesitantly took the mirror, taking a look at herself. Fisk had. . . Never really done much with her hair, as he liked it long that way. So this. . . Felt new, and odd. A hand reached up and went through her hair, feeling just how smooth and thin it was compared to before.

It was. . . Nice.

The brunette was quiet for a moment, lips pursing, before forcing her gaze over toward the other. There was an ever so slight upturn of her lips, unsure as to how exactly to express how she felt about it. "It's. . . great. Thank you. . ."

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* tell me the truth, at least once. (Fisk to Krystal, FFXIV Verse)

"The truth. . ." Krystal sat there quietly, having only echoed what seemed to be the most important piece in that whole phrase. 'The truth.' So, should she tell about the parts of her that make her feel jealous of the Elezen? The pieces of admiration she feels when they have to work together to keep the attention of a monster of Michael or anyone else? The slivers of doubt that grew over the years regarding her. . . Hatred. The tears she shed when she realized that she threw away someone important to her husband. . .?

She was silent for quite some time, almost seeming as if she wasn't going to give any sort of answer at all, but it would come out. Soft as an evening's breeze in the spring.

". . . I'm sorry. . ."

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". . . If you think it'll help, then I think I have some company issued pieces from when I first started serving with the Maelstrom. It's nothing real strong, but might be better suited for the gear here, maybe?" Krystal started digging through her inventory a little bit, and managed to pull out some small bags of materia from within. A few bags of red, a bag of yellow, and a bag or two of some purple ones. Hard to tell what each would do for her armor at a glance, but for those more familiar with the crystalized aether, it should be easy. Right?

"Sorry, to be causing so much trouble for you, Fisk. To have caused you so much trouble in the first place. I was jealous, because of how close you and Michael were, and I wanted that." She didn't know why she was spilling herself out to the Elezen in front of her. Maybe it's because she knew that the other had been right all along. Perhaps she wasn't sure that she'd live through this.

Or, maybe she just wanted to finally get it off her chest. She had no clue, but it felt. . . Better, relieving to finally get it out there.

She found herself mildly surprised at the idea of the other having once been studying the workings of Machinist. It must have been from even before they were initially in that group together, or perhaps she had done it in her free time when no one else was around. . . Either way, she found her lips pursing when she changed her gear out.

It wasn't. . . The best. She very clearly hadn't been able to get much done with it. "Gimme a second, here." She muttered, examining the gear, and noticing the fact there seemed to be some Materia slots that she could use. . . It had been a while, and she tended to have professionals do her gear nowadays, but. . .

Goopy's affinity for Materia seems to be a good thing, in this instance.

"Lemme embed some Materia. It won't do too much, but something is better than nothing." She was sure with the gear, it would be a set of guaranteed embeds, which would be pretty helpful.

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"How I think?! What are you-!" Cue another attempt to correct where his feet were supposed to go as she made another purposeful misstep. As much as it was getting to try and fix things, it also wasn't exactly working smoothly. After all, her misstep this time still resulted in him stepping on her foot for a whole moment before quickly pulling his foot back.

And with it came a frustrated grunt. "I'm sorry, and could you please stop that. I don't know if it helps as much as you think it does-"

Of course it was also fair for him to think that way, after all his Hyur brain was going to have trouble gauging where her feet were supposed to land, especially since she was so much taller than he was. So his steps were gonna have to be different than what it would take to properly match hers.

"It's how you think," She noted, feeling satisfied with the fact that he was starting to try and fix the mistake she made. Exactly what the Elezen wanted to see out of him. "You can't be told how it's done right. You need to point out the ways it's wrong. You've always been like that."

Another misstep.

"That part of ya's always been kinda cute." Maybe that was objective, but still. . . "Keep going, work around it. What did I do wrong there? How can it be fixed for next time?"

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"Aight then, let's head on over to your range. Might as well give 'em a shot now while I have the time, and then I can pick what I want afterwards, yeah?" As he spoke, he started walking over towards the side door she'd gazed towards. He had to wonder what sort of guns they had in there. He figured they'd obviously have plenty of pistols, maybe a magnum or hand cannon. Shotguns and rifles as well, but beyond that? He doubted they had anything really heavy. Afterall, surely all the heavy stuff on display at the counter was probably just models.

He did stop for a moment as he reached out for the door, however, and looked back over towards her. It had crossed his mind that they may have some sort of rules about the range, and it would probably be important to ask.

"Any rules for how to handle yourself in here, outside of usual gun safety? Or is it pretty relaxed, with little to no restrictions?"

She figured he wouldn't get it. Only a select few people actually knew about the existence of Woojoo, much less her capabilities. Given how ill the woman got most of the time, it was rare for her to be up at the desk most of the time. Thus, the task has almost always been left to Fisk, especially since. . .

"We got one out back we can use. The smith tends to use it to make sure his products work properly when he's done." Fisk pointed out, eyes gazing toward one of the side doors mindlessly, "We let our customers give a few shots a try back there if they wanna. You can do it either you wanna schedule it or we can just go back now. We leave most everything we use for range tests over there so it'd be pretty quick to set up for ya'."

She didn't really care either way. The only problematic thing would be if he wanted to shoot something that wasn't in the range, but she was sure it'd be relatively fine, considering everything. "Completely up to ya, whichever you wanna do."