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It was when the second athame hit the floor that a sudden spike in the energies disturbed Mariah. It was as though her heart stopped beating for a split moment, making her nauseous. Without warning, something much more sinister than the child's other half washed over her. Jair's body was still in place and she could tell that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Yet the presence of two others overwhelmed her senses as they stared at her, the child, the Jedi. In silence, they watched this ritual of hers. Unmoving, they judged. Although the minor comfort of her ship remained, the aura of Niango and Felucia were no more. The source of the spike. Mariah exhaled as she moved to the next, her body feeling as though she pushed through water instead of air.
Pay them no mind. When this is finished, they will have relinquished their say in these matters.
Mariah moved onward with her ritual. The third to the fourth. Her strange words continued, over and over again, growing more familiar with their repetition, with only a few differences spoken between the knives. The fourth to the fifth. The athames dropped in a broken, near perfect circle around the Jedi and child. Within their glow, the knives continued to siphon the energies around them, releasing the essence this ritual demanded. However, unlike Mariah's mortal body which screamed against the light, the knives rang with a clean vibration. The air which directly surrounded the Jedi now seemed thick and hazy by a gray-black smog, yet the runes upon the knives poured out their own beacons of light, seeping with ominous hues. In the recesses of the mind, that whispered song still resonated; however, the light had muddled it, turning its beautiful and captivating melody to something seemingly much more sinister to the sound, as if exposing it for all that it truly was. An ancient song of darkness, of chaos, of shadow.
With the sixth and final athame wet with her blood, Mariah glanced upon the two figures who stood there, staring. She couldn't make out a face or feature upon them, yet she could still feel those mysterious eyes locked upon her. She wondered if they would strike her down before the last athame hit the ground, before she uttered those final unknown words. Time would tell if the tables would be turned, if they would finally reach out to meddle in these affairs. Speaking that final incantation, Mariah stepped into the circle, that barrier that would provide her solace from those watchful eyes, and let the blade slip from her fingers, until it clattered to the ground, completing the ritualistic circle around her, the Jedi, and child, plunging them into a blackened void that even their eyes could not pierce through...
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Post by Jair Crawford on Feb 2, 2019 18:36:16 GMT -8
As Mariah struck each athame, the world around them seemed to wither. It became difficult to process any thoughts, and for a moment, the Jedi began to feel some shooting pains going through his body. The air was thick and hard to breathe. He didn’t realize his breathing was slowing.At precisely this moment, right before the final athame was struck, the ancient man appeared in the middle of the circle, towering with authority over everyone else. He took the babe from the Jedis arms gently. Jair didn’t notice being under the influence of the spell. As soon as the ancient came in, he walked out of the ritual circle holding the babe.Then it happened. The final athame was struck and the Jedi felt as though he had been stabbed, but as soon as the feeling came, it went away, as did his surroundings. The blackness that followed lasted only but a moment before ethereal images of another world began to manifest, and a strange sense of deja vu came with it. Soon he realized, his physical body was no longer present in his awareness. In fact the Jedis body crumpled onto the floor of the ship, lying on the very brink of life and death in an essentially comatose state. As soon as it was safe, the mysterious woman picked him up off of the floor and took him out of the ship, taking him to their medical facilities. There, medical droids swarmed to him, constantly keeping him from flatlining and making sure he was ventilated. The ancient man stayed behind on the ship with the babe.*This post and the post below by Mariah Shadows are continued here: boards.jedivsith.com/thread/641/chaos?page=2
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It was the moment before Mariah released the athame from her hand that the flutter of a figure entered her ritual circle. His essence was powerful, his stature looming over the three. It brought about a momentary pause; she had no intention of dragging another into this Jedi's foolish suicide mission. When he scooped her sister's child from the Jedi's arms and retreated from the circle, however, Mariah clenched her teeth within the sudden spike of tension. This is why she traveled alone; there were too many who wished to meddle in affairs that were not their own. With the final athame about to drop, though, the child was no longer a necessary piece to this puzzle. There was no use in disrupting the matters at hand.
Like the midnight toll ringing out in the night, the athame struck the floor of the ship. Mariah's harsh words fell to silence. The hushed song within the mind's ear was cut off suddenly, leaving a deafening echo and a high-pitched ringing. In Jair's perception, it was like a moment of suffocating darkness, chaos, suffering. Then, there was nothing but a void. Not even black. Just nothingness.
The Jedi's body crumbled and was tended to. It was the woman's who appeared more eerily conscious. With slow steps, it meandered to the center, paying no mind to those who tended to the Jedi. Appearing more like in a center of deep meditation, Mariah still stood statuesque, the only noticeable difference in her position being her hands rested against her abdomen and were now folded over the other with her thumbs resting against the other at a point above. Should these ancient beings attempt to draw near her as they had Jair, though, they would feel the sheer amount of aura she summoned, now soaking into her, as though she was the channeling vessel. It would be their decision if they wanted to deal with her.
Within the void, a single voice called out to Jair, although resonating like a thousand, synchronized voices, "Congratulations, Jedi." Those words carried that unmistakable malicious intent and issued the same, unheeded warning. "You have reached the point of no return." He could call out, scream, even attempt to meditate or reach out to another within the Force. It would be to no avail. It was as though the outside world had been wholly severed, gone, and the same to the outside world who may have been aware of his presence. Even should he try to escape this place, he was only here and alone for but a moment. There was a flicker of white, a pressure against his forehead, and then twin crimson eyes cutting into him. They were the last things he would have perceived before it was as though the invisible ground was ripped out from underneath him, his soul torn from his body and dragged deep into the abyss...
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Post by Jair Crawford on Dec 15, 2019 13:47:26 GMT -8
Jair’s heart had arrested and the medical droids could not restart it, yet oddly as they were about to call it, it started seemingly on its own. It continued to beat, oddly, for what seemed like forever, before arresting again. The droids scrambled but this time the Ancient Man beckoned then to stop and leave the Jedi be. Once again he did not stay flatlined for long, this time gasping for air as his heart restarted yet again. The temperature in the room flickered and fluctuated oddly at this moment as well. The droids immediately put him on a ventilator as the Ancient Man approaches him, probing his mind. The mysterious woman looked to the man and asked, “Should we do it now?”
“No.”, the man replied. “Whatever happened to the Jedi down there, he already will not recall. It is enough.”
Having no recollection of his visit to Chaos, the following events are but a blur in the mind of the Jedi, for now. Only the future will know if any of his memories of this time will return. Only the future will know if these mysterious people were correct to assume his mind had been truly wiped of all these things.
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 19, 2024 13:47:32 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Deck Two | Morninglord-class light defender (Unnamed) | Niango | Felucia ] Attn: Jair CrawfordA short flight later, and Gwyn soon her them over the city of Niango.
“Anywhere specific in the outskirts you wish to go to?” asked Gwyn.
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 19, 2024 14:01:04 GMT -8
Jair didn't have much to go off of. He scanned the horizon, taking in as much of Niango as the view would allow. He pointed out to an area that he felt would be the most likely candidate matching the terrain in his vision.
"See that area with more vegetation out there? It's less densely populated. I think, that's where we should look."
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 19, 2024 14:21:32 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Deck Two | Morninglord-class light defender (Unnamed) | Niango | Felucia ] Attn: Jair Crawford“I see it,” said Gwyn with a nod, “I'll need a moment to get a good landing spot.”
Landing a hundred-meter long ship was pretty challenging, but once again, she was surprised when the ship seemingly helped her with the adjustments and they were soon parked in a clearing large enough for the Morninglord. She recalled the massive creatures she saw in the distance the day before, and hoped they didn't encroach this near a city. And she saw what looked like a humanoid mushroom gazing curiously at the ship from a distance.
“Are myconid lifeforms native to this planet?” asked Gwyn, “I noticed a theme of mushrooms on this world.”
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 19, 2024 18:42:17 GMT -8
Jair nodded emphatically to her question. "Oh yes. In fact the vast majority of flora here are of that kind. Which reminds me..." He made sure to wait until the ship was at a complete stop before getting up, and getting his things.
"We are looking for a red plant. That is... quite literally all I know to look for." Jair admitted. He hoped she wouldn't be too taken aback by this, because for all he knew, it could take all day trying to track down a single plant. On the other hand, he, and they, had made it this far. And stranger things had happened.
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 20, 2024 10:15:22 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Deck Two | Morninglord-class light defender (Unnamed) | Niango | Felucia ] Attn: Jair CrawfordGwyn blinked at Jair.
“Are you saying that that humanoid being over there is a plant and not a sentient being???”
She gestured to the Felucian that had started drawing closer to the ship. Holding out a hand towards the vessel.
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 20, 2024 11:14:46 GMT -8
Jair had not even noticed the Felucian. A look of surprise flashed across his features, though not in a troubled way. The only time Jair ever had to fight Felucians was when they were being controlled by Ramius, and he was long gone now.
"Oh! I did not even notice... no. They look like a Felucian to me."
Jair hoped that from his calm and casual tone, Gwyn would recognize that there was no need to be alarmed.
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 20, 2024 14:38:55 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Deck Two | Morninglord-class light defender (Unnamed) | Niango | Felucia ] Attn: Jair Crawford“Ah,” said Gwyn, “and I'll gather from your reaction that they are not hostile to us.”
It was becoming obvious that Gwyn was not familiar with most beings outside of her own race and humans.
“I will follow you, Jair, but I do not know how much help I will be finding a red plant, aside from that it's not a common colour amongst the plants I've seen thus far...”
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 20, 2024 17:25:48 GMT -8
Jair nodded, in response to both statements, as he motioned her to follow him.
"Don't worry. I'm not expecting you to find it for me. I'm just letting you know, it could take a while. Believe it or not I don't come out to Niango often..." Jair paused for a moment... there was something oddly familiar about the last thing he said... strange sense of deja vu. As he continued walking, he tried to fill her in on the details some.
"I know she has a son who is a padawan at the temple. And I know she has a sister, who I've met before, but, so many details are still missing..." He explained.
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 21, 2024 17:07:32 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Boarding Ramp | Deck One | Morninglord-class light defender (Unnamed) | Niango | Felucia ] Attn: Jair CrawfordGwyn actually radiated relief. She was expecting Jair to have her hunting for the red plant. Years of conditioning by her peers on Brùn did her no favours for her state of mind and expectations. She barely understood what peers were supposed to truly be like. And she honestly didn't mind. Nobody had been...physical with her...much. The few times they were, she'd genuinely done something wrong, like spilling a hot bowl of soup on their laps. Here though, there was the added element of uncertainty as she'd never visited any worlds casually. Certainly no planet as colourful and vivid as this.
“She must be a really special woman,” Gwyn remarked dryly, “but do you remember any of the names? The Padawan? The sister?”
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Jair smiled slightly but also couldn't help but have a furrow of slight concern at the same time. At this point, there was no doubt that this woman from his memories was very special. But where was it all leading him? That was the question.
"All I can remember is that their family name is Shadows..." The name rang in his head a bit after saying it... almost as if there was some eerie power to the name itself.
"The Padawan's name is Mark, but I've always known that. I never forgot his name, I just forgot his mother... somehow..." Jair explained as best as he could in earnest. Both of those were revealed in his memories while on Zeltros, but the fact that this woman had a sister was something discovered more recently, back at the Jedi Base.
"As for her sister's name, I don't know... I can't seem to recall it. Although, I can see her quite clearly in my memories now and I get the feeling she plays a fairly large role in this somehow, but exactly how, is still a mystery..."
He knew her sister had crimson hair, and for some reason, sang a very specific lullaby to a distressed child. A lullaby that Jair somehow remembered, without realizing. It was really the catalyst that sparked this whole quest, when Mark asked Jair how he knew the song his mom used to sing to him. But before he had a chance to explain any of this, something stopped him in his tracks. A sense. A strong sense...
"Wait... there's something... I just sensed something..." Jair looked around briefly, and to their left was a small alleyway. Standing on the end of it was a large, rather overgrown plant.
"That's it! See? Right there... weird, I almost didn't recognize it..." It wasn't red currently. Not the crimson red that he saw in his memory. And it had grown some compared to how it looked in his memory as well, but, there was no mistaking it. This was it. His sense in the Force that he had somehow been here before was an even stronger confirmation. Perhaps this was simply a plant that changed colors in the off season? In any case, Jair motioned Gwyn to follow him down the alleyway. He had no direct recollection of any of this area, but as they walked along, the sense of deja vu the Jedi felt was... almost tangible.
It was not too much longer, though a decent walk, before the Jedi stopped again. This time, he stopped at a residence. This area was not very heavily populated. There was an exotic, rustic feel to the area. And there was an interesting... design on the door of this particular residence. A swirl, with oddly marked lines going through it.
"This is it. That's the sign... I don't know what it means but it means something..." A flash of memory of a crimson haired woman holding up a silver clasp with the same insignia on it went before his mind. And that sense of deja vu was ever so strong. He motioned for Gwyn to follow him closely as he carefully approached the door, and gently placed his hand on a censor. After doing so, a buzz could be heard softly on the inside. He hoped that whoever answered the door would not be too troubled by all of this. But, the citizens of Niango were generally pretty trusting of Jedi, so he was not too worried at the moment. Though with every passing moment, that sense of strange deja vu grew stronger.
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Post by Rayanelle Di'Nova on Sept 22, 2024 4:36:23 GMT -8
The censor called out to the occupants, and quickly, a voice called out to those standing outside.
'Just a moment!'
A woman's muffled voice from inside called out to her sudden guests. Judging by the warmth of that voice, she was either expecting visitors or had them often enough to expect strangers on her doorstep at any time of day. Another few moments passed before the faint clicking and knocking against the wooden door signaled her arrival, and another quiet creaking heralded her greeting.
A middle-aged human woman with dark hair — half up and braided back to keep it out of her face in this sticky Felucian humidity — green eyes, and a warm, gentle smile welcomed who she believed were new, unexpected clients. However, when it clicked who was at her door, her whole demeanor shifted to a mixture of shock and relief.
"You're..."
The woman's words trailed off as she caught the woman with him. Or rather the color of her hair. She appeared to tense for a moment, so quick it could have been missed, before she realized that this woman's locks carried the color of flame, not that of blood. Again, relief washed over her, allowing her smile to return as she beckoned them inside her home.
"Come inside. Both of you." The woman glanced over Jair, inspecting him for visible damage or wounds. Content with her initial findings, she added, "I'm glad to see you again, alive and well, Jair."
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 22, 2024 8:52:38 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Front Door | Di'Nova Residence | Niango's Outer District Residence | Niango | Felucia ] Attn: Jair Crawford & Rayanelle Di'Nova Gwyn listened to Jair all the way, keeping her mind alert whilst still being attentive to everything he said, or every gesture he made. He seemed sharp enough, but as he detected something in the Force, the redhead felt something stir within Jair. Hope? Eagerness? She couldn't tell, she certainly couldn't understand why she could touch the Force in some very limited fashion, or how she'd become a 'Wound in the Force', and what that entailed, but all questions could be set aside for the time being as they'd evidently reached their quarry.
Gwyn had drawn closer to Jair's side every time he gestured for her to follow, believing he had a good reason or needed her close by for caution's sake. At first, the girl thought they were still in the wilderness, but she eventually realized that they were inside the city, just that the Felucians were much more in touch with nature than anything she'd seen. The Myconid lifeform she'd seen outside near her ship was not an exception, but a norm, as they passed a fair few Felucians, but there were other races here too, and she couldn't help but stare at the nearly eight foot tall humanoid that seemed to be made of long, shaggy fur or hair. It had grunted and growled in a guttural, animalistic voice, but she eventually realized that was its language.
The sheer amount of wildlife and plant-based walls and exteriors greatly confused Gwyn, causing her to keep very close to Jair, even if the climate was quickly growing uncomfortable for the redhead, who was accustomed to much cooler weather, and she didn't have the benefit of the Force to protect her. Jair seemed unperturbed however, so she did her best to resist complaining even as beads of sweat began pouring off her skin, and she wished she'd been told to wear something lighter and thinner in fabric. She was only afraid she'd faint before too long.
They waited before the door Jair found his way to, and was partly glad they didn't have to do too much more walking. But when the middle-aged woman opened the door, green eyes locked with dull blue eyes, and Gwyn felt uncomfortable again but for a whole different reason. There seemed to be a stirring of recognition of some sort for her, or perhaps her hair? Definitely recognition for Jair given that she called him by name.
“You seem to be quite popular, Jair,” whispered Gwyn, “so far, everyone recognized you by face or name, or both.”
She trailed behind Jair, still nervous and shy about anyone else.
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 22, 2024 9:28:23 GMT -8
Jair did not know what to expect, because despite that extremely strong sense of familiarity, he did not have any direct memory of being here before. At least, not yet. But before anyone had answered the door, and even so as they were walking in, the Jedi found himself, for the first time, guarding his mind, perhaps even closing himself off to the Force a bit. He didn't even really know why. It just felt, instinctive. There was no distrust between him, Gwyn, or the woman who answered the door, at all. But rather, the strength of the currents of the Force running through his mind and self were so strong here, that if he didn't do this, it would overwhelm him, and quickly.
It was likely because of this, that when the woman answered the door, he did not experience another memory flash right then and there. Therefore, he did not remember the woman... yet. The look of relief, shock, and anticipation would be absolutely apparent on his features when the woman addressed him by name. She knew him. They had met. That right there would have sealed any doubt that this was absolutely where he was supposed to be, had it not been for the fact that the overwhelming currents of the Force he felt in the area left no room for doubt altogether.
He nodded to both the woman with a smile, as well as Gwyn, acknowledging her comment, as they came inside at her beckoning. Gwyn might notice that the Jedi had suddenly put up barriers within his mind, but if she did notice, she would not need to be concerned about it.
"Thank you very much, ma'am. My friend actually brings up an important point. Forgive me if I... seem to be cutting directly to the chase so soon... but if I'm being completely honest, I am both relieved, and pleasantly surprised that you recognized me... and that you know my name. The Force led me here, but I have no actual memory of being here before... or of meeting you before. At least, for the moment."
Jair knew it would be a bit of a bombshell, but considering the woman recognized him, and how warmly she received them both, he felt he could trust her, and that it would do nobody any good trying to beat around the bush either.
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Post by Rayanelle Di'Nova on Sept 22, 2024 15:39:06 GMT -8
'Ma'am.' The formality faded her smile from her lips as if she knew immediately, without further explanation, what it meant. Slowly, the woman nodded her head in understanding towards Jair.
"So you have met with a terrible fate," she uttered gravely.
Although she had additional questions, they would have a time and place to be asked later. The woman glanced over at Jair's companion and noted the sweat that beaded and streamed down the poor girl's face. She needed to get the girl at least something to take the edge off the cruel Felucian heat and humidity. Else, she could faint any moment.
"Please, make yourselves at home. Let me get you both something to drink."
The woman quietly shut and latched the door behind them. It was a meager abode for one person with sparse furniture throughout, just enough to be comfortable for two to three people. They wouldn't need to venture far, either, with the main seating area nestled close to the door. Judging by the dried herbs and plants that remained scattered about, concluding that this woman worked in the realm of natural remedies was relatively easy.
Quickly, the woman darted into her kitchen and poured them an individual glass of cool water, presenting Gwyn with her clay cup first and then Jair. She worked diligently, nabbing a few torn cloths and dowsing them in cold water, delivering them to Gwyn as if to stave off whatever illness or heat stroke crept over and tormented the girl.
"If you have no recollection of me or my home, what of the company you kept then? Or your purpose for coming here? Has it all been taken from you?"
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 22, 2024 16:24:31 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Living Room | Di'Nova Residence | Niango's Outer District Residence | Niango | Felucia ] Attn: Jair Crawford & Rayanelle Di'NovaGwyn was slightly taken aback. When she'd entered, she honestly did not know what to do with herself. She had always been the one to attend to guests regardless of where she went. It was her lot in life, and she never questioned or opposed it. Yet, here was a woman who was looking her over with concern and serving...serving! She stared wide-eyed at the glass of cold water for a moment, and then murmured an embarrassed and hasty, “Thank you.”
She was far too warm and uncomfortable to maintain propriety for very long before she was gently grasping the glass and taking grateful sips. And then came her second shock. The woman was giving her a bowl of cold water and cloth to dab and bring down her rising temperatures. Shooting her another grateful smile, she put the cold water to work immediately, lightly dabbing her forehead, the sides of her face and her neck. The relief was palpable. She officially did not like Felucia's weather.
She really hoped Jair's next planet to visit was somewhere colder.
As she attended to her wellness, she paid attention to the conversation occurring between the woman and Jair. She very much wanted to thank the woman and find out her name, and give hers in return, but as they were engaged, she kept silent.
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 22, 2024 16:54:44 GMT -8
Before answering the woman's questions, he noticed that she had taken rather quick initiative to tend to Gwyn. That's when he first noticed that Gwyn was looking... quite overheated. Jair gave Gwyn a very apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry... I was so focused, I hadn't noticed. Are you ok?"
Had he known Brun was a cold world, he would have made sure to prepare her better for Felucia. He turned his attention back to the woman, however, the assumption that he had met a terrible fate, he thought odd. Nobody knew that there was anything specifically malicious behind anything that happened... or did they? There were undoubtedly a lot of questions that could be asked but right now, he tried to do his best to answer hers.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what company you speak of." And he genuinely did not know what she meant by that. Whatever she was referring to, was not something he had recovered from his memories in any of his meditations yet.
"I have not lost all of my memories, there is just... a gap, within a given time period. Whenever I met you before, must have happened within this gap because I don't have recollection of it yet. Before that though... my memories of a specific person seem to be lost. I've gone several places to meditate, because things began to come back to me in flashes. I've been able to piece some things together in my travels and meditations, and also met some pretty cool people..."
Jair nodded towards Gwyn encouragingly, also hoping she was becoming sufficiently hydrated, before turning her attention back to the woman.
"But every time I piece something together, a thousand new questions are opened, but all so far... unanswered. I went to each place only guided by the Force, which eventually led me here, but I still can't even remember her name... well... not her whole name, at least. Part of her name returned to me in my meditations..."
The temptation to open himself fully up to what the Force was trying to show him here was very strong, but he knew if he did so recklessly, that he would be overwhelmed, and most likely pass out himself. He knew this from his experience with his conversation with Mark back in the training wing of the Temple. And with Gwyn recovering from the heat, this woman did not need two people on the brink of fainting at the same time. Still, even with his mind more guarded than usual, he could hear the name echoing in his mind as he said it. Once again, almost like there was some sort of special power behind the name. He had to ask though.
"Ma'am... does the name "Shadows" ... ring any bell at all, to you?"
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