FINN
the spyglass
Oh! Hey, Finn!
Finn, who does not have very clever goggles to rely upon in the darkness (he has his aura spectacles, but here's a funny thing - they don't help with people sneaking up on him) reacts... well. Badly could be a word for it. It could also be an understatement.
Later, the detective will look back on this and wonder when his reflexes started to sharpen, but for now, Tal will merely find himself staring down the barrel of what will one day be known as a gun, whipped out from beneath Finn's coat. He stands, tense and uncertain, until his eyes slowly adjust and start to tease familiarity out of the velvety aura nearby.
"Tal," he says slowly, lowering the firearm. "I am so sorry. You... have a delivery for me?"
Finn, who does not have very clever goggles to rely upon in the darkness (he has his aura spectacles, but here's a funny thing - they don't help with people sneaking up on him) reacts... well. Badly could be a word for it. It could also be an understatement.
Later, the detective will look back on this and wonder when his reflexes started to sharpen, but for now, Tal will merely find himself staring down the barrel of what will one day be known as a gun, whipped out from beneath Finn's coat. He stands, tense and uncertain, until his eyes slowly adjust and start to tease familiarity out of the velvety aura nearby.
"Tal," he says slowly, lowering the firearm. "I am so sorry. You... have a delivery for me?"
