[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Even knowing that Cyrus was looming behind him ready to grab at any moment (much like he had probably done with Tyaethe in the past, he had to guess) did nothing to diminish Fionn's desire to step in and chastise Gertrude for the way she was acting. At least one of his assumptions about the girl was rapidly proved correct as she began speaking, so consumed by her own sense of just how special she was that she couldn't even maintain her act. [color=#008b8b]"Mayon save me, it's Clarice all over again,"[/color] he muttered to himself. He'd had no desire to deal with such in their midst again so soon, but unsurprisingly, his desires mattered little to the universe around him or the witches that populated it.

[color=#008b8b]"Well, Gertrude, I hope you can prove as capable as you say in something [i]other[/i] than insulting our captain,"[/color] he spoke in the silence following the woman's short, self-absorbed tantrum. [color=#008b8b]"Or [i]testing our patience,[/i] as Nicomede put it. I doubt Merilia would've dropped you here if that uniform and your tongue were the sum total of your skills, like. Otherwise you'll have to rely on Gerard keeping you out of trouble."[/color] He turned back to Cyrus, putting the recalcitrant girl out of his mind for the moment as best as he could.

[color=#008b8b]"Any specific ideas where the others may be milling about? I've got to have a talk with Florian at some point while we're here."[/color]