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[Oh look, Reno died TOO. It's like everyone from his world was killed the other day or something. What the hell. He's pretty okay this time around, he was expecting it and it didn't involve his chest being crushed by a bar stool

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[That's a bunch of fucking bullshit, Reno. Jinx noticed that little flare up of deaths recently.]

Mine tasted like candy.

[A pause.]

How did whatever th' fuck ya' did go?

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[No need for people to know he died again if they don't ask.]

Lucky you.

[Yeah that tone? Not one of being amused.]

No idea. I miscalculated.

[Blew himself up right well. Hopefully that's what helped get everyone else out okay. It was the idea.]

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[...

That excuse can only mean one thing.]

I gave ya' fuckin' forty kilos an' ya' still managed ta' kill yerself.

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And possibly harm whatever was trying to kill me enough so everyone else had a chance to get the fuck outta there.

[a pause]

I had no expectation that I would out of there alive given the nature of this Bahamut fucking place. So I'm a day late getting back? Fine. I'm fine. The mission was a sucess, no harm done in the long run.

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Sacrifice. Makes sense.

[Scoff.]

No harm done? There were three deaths, from what I saw. How'd ya' use 'em anyway?

[Jinx loves stories about his explosives almost as much as he likes making them.]

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[Wait. When did he become noble?! Sacrificing himself for a job... oh well, probably something to do with this damn boat.]

The three of us died in separate incidents. I kind of launched a bag of twenty-five of 'em at the thing chasin' us.

[With a baseball bat, but Jinx doesn't need to know that part.]

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[Only noble when it comes to helping people he happens to like. He's not going to go out of his way to throw his life out for some random sleaze bag.

...L-launched the bag...AND JINX THOUGHT THAT HE WAS THE STUPID ONE.]

Reno...

[Jinx can't even decide how to verbally chastise you properly.]

What th' shit, Reno. At least tell me what ya' were up against.

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...The Plauge Star.

[Sigh.]

It's a giant ball of death and blades and probably one of Redd's toys. Imagine a kid's drawing of the sun, with the rays and stuff. Now imagine the rays are legs made of swords. Now imagine it's giant and covered in them and chasing you in pitch darkness.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

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[Sounds like something from a bad b-movie.]

An you were in th' crew with Torn that went ta' carnival.

[He remembers Torn asking around about it all up and down the network.]

At th' time? Throwin' off such high powered explosives all at once at anythin' isn't ever a good idea. I should'a made ya' a manual er somethin'.

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Torn? Nah, some bitch and her boyfriend, Vince, Sephiroth, Kim an' Marco.

[a pause]

We didn't go through Carnival.

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There's things like that outside a' Carnival?

[lol what]

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It's some sort of guard thing. You know, stick all the canon fodder out front while you have the big nasty thing taking out the clever people who try to take the rear.

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Find anythin' worth three lives?

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What we were lookin' for, yeah. No idea what was found out though.

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m. Well, if ya' need anymore weapons you know where ta' go.