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[center][H1][color=c4df9b]Finbarr Callaghan[/color][/H1][/center]
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[quote]Alan's eyes were steeled the moment he confirmed Finnbar was still on their side. He stayed silent until the folks he didn't know that were with him took the elevator upwards. As soon as he confirmed they were out of sight, he immediately jumped towards his cells bars to get as close to the other side - and to his friend - as possible, before whispering.

"Any chance you can make some mini-portal or something to get this damn thing off?" Alan simply asked.
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Finbarr smirked as Alan asked if he could use a portal of some kind to remove the magic dampening collar that was stopping Alan from simply melting the bars with his own magical abilities. Poor Alan. [color=c4df9b]"Huh, don't be ridiculous."[/color], Finbarr replied, pulling out the unignited hilt of one of his plasma blades out of his black cloak, winking at Alan as he went. [color=c4df9b]"A portal won't cut through that... but this will."[/color]

The Timespace magician glanced at the black and gold hilt of his weapon. It had been a while since he had a good look at it; there were writings emblazed on the surface, and the symbol of the Celtic Cross right at the center. On a vertical pattern were these words, "Is é an bua atá againn"... meaning "Vengeance will be ours" in old Irish Gaelic. He was taught the ancient tongue by his parents back in Titan...

Finbarr brushed those memories aside, and smiled back at Alan. [color=c4df9b]"Don't worry, friend. It will all be alright... remember this bad boy?"[/color], Finbarr asked, waving the hilt at him, though he did so with his back facing the camera that he spotted in the corner of the cellblock.

Finbarr then leaned closer to the cell, whispering, [color=c4df9b]"Just gotta wait for the cyber lady to confirm that she has the thing we needed, then I'm busting you out. Okay?"[/color]

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Once he had confirmation that Laurey had the Realist and their mission accomplished, Finbarr would ignite the blade, and with one swift motion, slash the bars unto two sets of halves. In that moment, he would also return to his regular appearance; a 5'8", black haired boy with a thing for black clothing.  [color=c4df9b]"Here."[/color] Finbarr adjusted the length of the blade to that of a knife. [color=c4df9b]"Stand still, I'm taking the bloody thing off!"[/color]