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Tóraíocht an Doras Ceilte // The Pursuit of the Hidden Door
* The first hurdle on arriving in the city…
This reminds Fionn all too much of his exploits with the Fianna. Ah, memories. And if there's anything he learned from that, it's that sooner or later, Diarmuid or Cáilte or someone will come to break him out.
But neither of them are here, so he supposes he'll do the smashing himself. Using his size to his advantage, he forces his way through the guards.
* The airlock opens with little hesitation...
Stealth is not an option for Fionn. Not when he sticks out like a sore thumb. A giant, white, sore thumb.
But he's authorised to be there, isn't he?
He notifies the first guards he sees: Captain Mac Cumhaill has come to inspect the farm, every single millimetre of it. Any obstruction to his duty will be reported to his superiors. Spread the word.
* You've finally reached the door below…
“Oh, holy Salmon of-”
Wait.
That's it.
Perhaps the Salmon of Knowledge knows the passcode.
Fionn bites his thumb, but finds himself with no knowledge of the passcode and potentially broken phalanges. He lets out a squeal more befitting a five-year-old and reels back, accidentally hitting something.
He turns around to find the wall with the keypad on it bearing quite a fetching dent.
A fetching Fionn-shaped dent, to be exact.
And then it dawns on him.
“Oh…”
But wait, wait! If the keypad's been broken, perhaps I could take the opportunity to slip inside…
* And to add to the annoyance…
“What are you doing here, madame? Isn't the Needle up there?”
Fionn looks down at her suspiciously.
But to look intimidating alone wouldn't get him very far.
“Or do you mean to tell me you're not actually a guard?” he continues, “How do I know you're not a spy, on your way to deliver intelligence to some secret organisation planning to take control of all the Alliance?”
A hand goes to Mac an Luin, sheathed on his waist the entire time. He's not actually planning to use it, unless she gets out her own weapon, but he hopes it'll be enough to scare her.
This reminds Fionn all too much of his exploits with the Fianna. Ah, memories. And if there's anything he learned from that, it's that sooner or later, Diarmuid or Cáilte or someone will come to break him out.
But neither of them are here, so he supposes he'll do the smashing himself. Using his size to his advantage, he forces his way through the guards.
* The airlock opens with little hesitation...
Stealth is not an option for Fionn. Not when he sticks out like a sore thumb. A giant, white, sore thumb.
But he's authorised to be there, isn't he?
He notifies the first guards he sees: Captain Mac Cumhaill has come to inspect the farm, every single millimetre of it. Any obstruction to his duty will be reported to his superiors. Spread the word.
* You've finally reached the door below…
“Oh, holy Salmon of-”
Wait.
That's it.
Perhaps the Salmon of Knowledge knows the passcode.
Fionn bites his thumb, but finds himself with no knowledge of the passcode and potentially broken phalanges. He lets out a squeal more befitting a five-year-old and reels back, accidentally hitting something.
He turns around to find the wall with the keypad on it bearing quite a fetching dent.
A fetching Fionn-shaped dent, to be exact.
And then it dawns on him.
“Oh…”
But wait, wait! If the keypad's been broken, perhaps I could take the opportunity to slip inside…
* And to add to the annoyance…
“What are you doing here, madame? Isn't the Needle up there?”
Fionn looks down at her suspiciously.
But to look intimidating alone wouldn't get him very far.
“Or do you mean to tell me you're not actually a guard?” he continues, “How do I know you're not a spy, on your way to deliver intelligence to some secret organisation planning to take control of all the Alliance?”
A hand goes to Mac an Luin, sheathed on his waist the entire time. He's not actually planning to use it, unless she gets out her own weapon, but he hopes it'll be enough to scare her.