Shel Hu
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Post by Shel Hu on Aug 29, 2019 8:56:47 GMT -8
Harnan looked slightly down at Neith as she pushed off his chest, his own gaze briefly turning to Soku. But before she spoke, Neith lifted her gaze back onto him, asking about a new base of operations. Her actions clearly indicating she did not want to address Soku directly just yet. He watched from the corner of his eye as his Brother quietly slipped away then. Before he focused his attention back upon Neith, waiting until Soku was out of ear shotWe'll see what happens... I suspect Soku will make a decision soon enough... For now...He turned his attention to Shel Hu thenWe should return to your fleet and continue your training. There is still much I have left to teach you... Yes, of course. On board her personal shuttle, Shel drafted a letter congratulating the Emperor and new Empress. She had it sent to them with a finely aged bottle of wine and Bastion Gin along with a Holovid opera about the life of Gilad Pellaeon. A little something for them to enjoy on their time off. |
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Lucien Needa
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 29, 2019 8:59:56 GMT -8
She nodded thankfully, her hand holding his even closer.
More she didn't dare to do - after all they were still in public.
Yet though there were so many things she wanted to say, even though she knew that she wasn't able to express her actual feelings fully. But for the moment that was enough for her to know. She was glad that Lucien was present.
"I guess I'll inform my staff then along with the High Command", she said solely, "As for a shuttle, I have recently commissioned since the Mygeeto incident one of the newer classes, an Upsilon-class command shuttle. The pilot is trustworthy, so... I guess it will be a safe flight. If things go well, we'll meet at the High Port this evening again."
She made a brief pause, biting her lip for a second.
"Anything else I should consider, Lucien? I'm not even sure how I should present myself to my father, but just so you know... it could be a long flight, even with an advanced Hyperdrive."
The last words were spoken more silently, so nearby officers couldn't hear them, but her look told that she wanted the journey to be perfect this time. "You needn't worry about a thing.... I'll be with you the whole time. |
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 29, 2019 9:51:39 GMT -8
"And that is why I want to know what would make you happy."
It seemed that the entire atmosphere had changed, now that they were in private, as Lucien felt how Jenia relaxed within his arms, seeming now less troubled and concerned than on previous occassions. She expressed her feelings now more openly, while she looked back towards Lucien with a calm, yet friendly smile. A sight so rare, that the Imperial Knight probably couldn't even recall if she had ever been this happy that way.
Thus she embraced him with her arms as well, looking slightly provocative - she made clear that all of this happened by her choice nontheless, even though Lucien decided the location.
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 29, 2019 20:08:26 GMT -8
Shel continued to be a good Imperial. She applauded for the Emperor and all the reforms he laid out in front of his highest ranking subjects. The woman could not see the display, but heard the familiar sound of a massive ship exiting hyperspace close by. Her curiosity was answered with the announcement of the return of the Crimson Command. She had read extensively on the topic and had heard a great deal about the deeds of old imperial heroes from its ranks. And so this received some more enthusiastic applause from the Meraluka. But that news was followed by the possibility of a new campaign. A chance for Shel to demonstrate her ability to the Emperor in action. As the event seemed to die down, she felt a new since of pride in the Empire. It seemed to be healthy and growing. A good sign. But her thoughts were interrupted by Harnan and his suggestion that they return to the fleet.=Shel=Yes, of course. On board her personal shuttle, Shel drafted a letter congratulating the Emperor and new Empress. She had it sent to them with a finely aged bottle of wine and Bastion Gin along with a Holovid opera about the life of Gilad Pellaeon. A little something for them to enjoy on their time off. |
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Sept 1, 2019 15:58:00 GMT -8
I had hoped we could discuss someone to serve as Steward of the Imperial Knights. However, when I think about it more, you probably know who is best to run the Order as your deputy so that you can focus on being an Empress and a mother. . . I believe that is the perfect idea for tonight. A pleasant dinner as a family, a quiet night once the children are in bed, and some time to discuss without any distractions. I will ensure that all is arranged for tonight when you return to me, Faina. . . Until tonight then?
"Until tonight, my love," Faina agrees with a coquettish smile after Nicademus agrees with her idea of how they might spend their evening after they both seen to the miscellaneous individual tasks and duties their respective stations require of them, and then kisses him lingeringly before, concluding the kiss by lightly biting his lower lip teasingly, taking his hands in hers as she backs slowly away from him towards the door. Releasing his hands only when their arms have reached as far as they can, Faina turns on her heel and, after pausing to resume her more customary dignified poise, steps into the hall outside where she says farewell to Baltasar and, with Voshkie and Nechama - two female Imperial Knights that had taken it upon themselves to act as her personal guard after she had been appointed Grandmaster - falling into step to her right and left, makes her way to the shuttle that will take them back to the Tower of the Imperial Knights. |
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Lucien Needa
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Post by Lucien Needa on Sept 1, 2019 17:50:00 GMT -8
"And that is why I want to know what would make you happy."It seemed that the entire atmosphere had changed, now that they were in private, as Lucien felt how Jenia relaxed within his arms, seeming now less troubled and concerned than on previous occassions. She expressed her feelings now more openly, while she looked back towards Lucien with a calm, yet friendly smile. A sight so rare, that the Imperial Knight probably couldn't even recall if she had ever been this happy that way.
Thus she embraced him with her arms as well, looking slightly provocative - she made clear that all of this happened by her choice nontheless, even though Lucien decided the location.
"You know as well as I do; I'll be happy when you're happy." Lucien leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. As he did, he could feel the coolness of her skin against the burning heat of his. It was an interesting contrast, almost mirroring their personalities against each others. Pressing his lips against hers, Lucien ended her last statement, sealing her lips for a few seconds, before pulling back and looking at Jenia."Shall we go then?" |
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Oct 5, 2019 17:02:00 GMT -8
"You know as well as I do; I'll be happy when you're happy." Lucien leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. As he did, he could feel the coolness of her skin against the burning heat of his. It was an interesting contrast, almost mirroring their personalities against each others. Pressing his lips against hers, Lucien ended her last statement, sealing her lips for a few seconds, before pulling back and looking at Jenia."Shall we go then?"
"Yes, we probably should go", she answered in agreement, "I'll inform Commodore Viggo about the details regarding my absence and fleet command beforehand. But I'll message you once I can arrange the flight to my homeworld... Lucien."
And without further hesitation, she was already on her way, her stance being once more again that of the regular Imperial Navy officer.
Later point at High Port
Within one of the more secluded hangars for imperial officers, the Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle within Jenia's service was already awaiting its most recent passenger. Apart from the pilot, someone, whom Jenia could trust, only the Rear Admiral herself was present, dressed this time in a more civil outfit, the grey coat, covering her white dress being the most notable detail.
To some point she hoped that Lucien would actually come. Although keeping in mind that there was always the possibility of getting ordered back to duty, once signals of any resistance towards the First Order are sighted and the Banshee fleet was tasked to bring it down, she was able to organize this journey to Prakith by all bureaucratic means. Given that it wouldn't take her too long, she hoped that Lucien would come in time, as she had informed him some time ago of the flight plan.
Therefore she waited, hoping that he would arrive soon.
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Lucien Needa
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Post by Lucien Needa on Oct 5, 2019 19:12:48 GMT -8
Lucien had thankfully not been redeployed with one of the squadrons heading out to hunt down the remnants of the Galactic Alliance military, which allowed him to stay on Muunilinst to get some much needed rest. In addition, it also meant that he would be able to honor his word, and accompany Jenia back to her homeworld of Prakith. Thus, he arrived on the space station in his own Sigma-Class Shuttle, quickly making his way to Jenia’s hangar. Dressed in a fairly business-casual outfit, with a black sport jacket covering a white shirt tucked into black pants, he looked all the world like some small businessman going to work at his own small business. However, tucked beneath the folds of his jacket was a lightsaber, in the event that they fell under attack during their time away. It wasn’t likely, but better to be prepared now than to be caught off guard later.
Stepping into the hangar, he walked across the large, deserted space, taking a brief moment to look out the transparent field of the hangar to space, before he caught sight of Jenia standing by the lone vessel in the space. Walking towards the grayish transport ship at a brisk pace, he noticed the pilot finish his preflight checks, before boarding the ship to prepare for takeoff. As such, upon reaching Jenia, he gave her a quick hug before speaking.
“You look good, Rear Admiral Kasalle.” he said teasingly.
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Oct 11, 2019 10:38:36 GMT -8
"And so do you."Unlike most times Jenia seemed to be more forward and friendly compared to her usual attitude as Lucien could spot a brief smile once he had hugged her. If the pilot next to them showed any reaction, the Novatrooper didn't show it due to her helmet - nontheless Lucien could see by closer looks that the person was probably female as well, given her slim build. As the pilot went wordless inside the craft out of politeness, Jenia got more formal.
"We're not necessarily in a hurry, but I hate wasting time", she then told Lucien, heading towards the shuttle also, "With some luck we will arrive at Prakith within a few days. Until then we both have at least some time for eachother."
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Kel'Al Raganella
The Jedi Order - Corellian Jedi Academy
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Nov 4, 2019 21:59:44 GMT -8
=Theomiir Starstrider=As he closed the final distance to the High Port, the Jedi Knight reached out to the Force, calming himself, and then carefully and cautiously suppressing his presence in the Force, as his master's brother had taught him so long ago. He did not completely close himself to the Force, but he narrowed his presence enough that the average Imperial Knight would (hopefully) write him off as someone with a little bit of potential, but no actual power or formal training.Reaching one of the outer spheres that served as a docking facility for common off-worlders (those without the wallet size for a dedicated spot provided by their bankers), Theomiir set the Phoenix down in the first unoccupied spot he could find, and winced as one of the landing legs collapsed with a groan. Scraping its belly against the deck, the G9 finally came to rest slightly off-center of the designated spot, but close enough that he would probably get away with it."Bother." Shutting down the engines, he peered out of the cockpit cautiously, looking for some sign of where he should go next.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Nov 6, 2019 8:26:34 GMT -8
That sign should be fairly obvious to him looking out of the cockpit of his ship. Brock leaned up against some crates on the landing platform idly chewing on some nerf jerky as he waited to see what the newcomer who requested to speak to the Imperial Knights wanted. Although wearing his more common white and gold armor instead of the traditional crimson that most Imperial Knights wore, his presence here and the two lightsabers on his belt, one the traditional Imperial Saber while the other was distinctly more personal in origin, left little doubt to why he was hanging out at this particular platform, even if he did look a bit like a casual loiterer.
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Apr 11, 2020 9:53:07 GMT -8
A transport docked at High Port.
A large man disembarks.
He sticks out from the crowd at 7 ft in height, with a bulky build. His face is scarred and cut with symbols. He wears a wide brim hat with a coat. he carries a large metal Cube on his back, emblazoned with a great searching Eye.
He follows the flow of the streaming passengers and gets in line for Customs.
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Apr 11, 2020 10:35:45 GMT -8
The large man waited peacefully in line.
NEXT!, The custom officer barked.
The woman and child in front of the man moved forward. The mother now engaged with the customs official.
A small child hugged the leg of the woman in front of him. He saw her and smiled. She grabbed her mother's skirts and buried her face in the pleats.
The man lowered the large metal cube so it would not clang on the polished floor of the star port. He knelt and waved to the child.
"Hi there!" he lowered his bass voice so it would not boom and scare the child.
The kid peaked out, and saw him, before hiding her face again.
"It's ok, I am Brother Eli, whats your name?"
"I'm Zora." the child answered without pulling her face out of the dress.
"Well, Pleased to meet you Zora!" He extended his large hand for a shake.
"My name means "water gem" in old basic." She pulled he face out of the skirt to look at brother Eli's hand. She reached out and touched one of his fingers. "Why is your face messed up like that?"
"Zora is a pretty name. You wear it well!" He smiled. "My face?" he touched one of the symbols carved into his forehead. " These are religious symbols. It is a symbol of my devotion... and penitence."
Unafraid now, Zora twirled with boredom, one hand on her mothers skirt... as her mother continued talking to the Customs Officer.
"What's penti...nenz?" she chewed the unfamiliar word.
"Penitence is what one must do to make right any wrongs." Eli smiled.
"Penzinatz." She tried it again.
"No, try it slower. Pen-ah-tants" he sounded it out for her.
"Peni-tence?" She said it slowly.
"Yes"
"PENATENZ!" She chortled, mischievously.
"No, ... oh, you're doing that on purpose!" Brother Eli chuckled and beeped Zora's nose.
"Quiet Zora!" Zora's mother hushed her daughter.
Eli's attention shifted to the Mother's conversation with Customs.
"I had the documentation, but, but, I just can't ... find it!"
"Look, you have to show both your's and your child's passes. I can't let her in, if you can't show me that you are her, parent, guardian, et cetera, and that she is traveling with you. Your pass is incomplete."
Zora's mother was flustered and searching through a satchel, before pulling out a datapad. "Its here, it has to be! Can I show you a communication from the consulate confirming that they sent me the documents?"
"No, we have to have the document; we have to be able to read the contents and confirm that you and your kid are who you say you are! This isn't some refugee port, where people come and go willy nilly."
The woman began to look frantic. She lowered her voice with the official.
"Look, I don't have the paperwork. I took my child and left Manaan because... of our domestic situation. The father doesn't know we left. He would be looking for us. I have family here. Please, for the sake of me and my child, please let us in!"
Zora was looking up at her mom looking concerned. "Mom, are they going to take me away?"
Brother Eli bowed his head. Reaching out, he touched Zora's hand with his index finger and Knew.
Brother Eli stood up, addressing the Customs Officer. "She speaks the truth."
"Excuse me? Who are you?" The mousy officer looked up into Eli's blue eyes.
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Apr 11, 2020 11:34:45 GMT -8
"I am Brother Eli." He gave a compassionate smile to Zora's mother. "I know she speaks the truth. You should let them both through."
The Customs officer was taken aback. "What?"
Zora's mother was speechless.
The customs officer continued, "What does truth have to do with anything? We need documentation. Kindly wait your turn." The officer turned back to the woman.
This displeased Brother Eli. He wanted to use words this time to resolve conflict, not violence.
"Ahem."
The Customs agent barely look at Eli.
Eli Made a motion with his hand, "You WILL let these people pass. Their documents are in order."
"No I won't and no they are not. And say, who do you think you are?" The officer raised an eyebrow. (was this a drill?)
Eli was surprised that it didn't work. he looked at his hand, like it had failed him. "What i meant to say was, I am trying to be nice to you, and you are repeatedly disrespecting one of God's Anointed." Brother Eli pulled out a datapad, and lowered his voice, leaning towards the officer. "I am a confessor of the inquisitorious. My preaching license entitles me and my companions to move freely about the empire. These two are, at this moment, companions of mine."
The officer scrutinized the datapad. "Imperial Inquisition?" he was surprised. "The empire ceased to exist. Only documents recognized or ratified by the First Order are still honored."
Zora and her mother were not in control of the moment, and said nothing.
"Then I suppose I should shake your hand and wait my turn." Brother Eli had moved his hand over the officer's without anyone noticing. "Look at me." His voice magnetic.
The officer's eyes grew, held strong by Eli's grip and strong calm gaze. he could not blink or look away.
"I solemnly testify that this is the truth as I know it. She speaks the truth. You shall let these two pass, along with me. I am a simple pilgrim, here to convert the heathens of this place. It is God's will that I do so."
The Customs officer felt like his brain was on fire; that his very soul would melt from the pure distilled truth of the words being spoken to him. There was no room for doubt.
"It is God's will." Eli repeated.
"It is God's will." the officer repeated, helpless to defy the onslaught of perfect divine truth being spoken from the lips of this man.
Brother Eli let go of the officer, and the officer regained his composure. taking a breath he turned back to his Customs screen.
"I am making special dispensation for victims of domestic abuse, and their..." he eyed brother Eli, "..." He couldn't find the words that would describe Eli. "Anyway, welcome to Muunilist, Skyhook transports will be on your left as you enter. Thank you, good bye. NEXT!?"
Brother Eli shouldered the great metal cube and Zora and her mother entered through customs. As they walked away, the Customs officer requested relief and left his post to make a full report to his superiors.
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Apr 11, 2020 11:43:35 GMT -8
The customs officer's report was short:
A description of two human females, and a Humanoid male, Eli, 7 ft tall, symbols on his face, big hat, coat, and metal cube. Distinctive EYE markings, and some old out of date, imperial remnant credentials.
Searches needed to be run, inquiries made, surveillance planned.
There was one thing the customs officer repeated over and over: the man was a simple pilgrim, here on Muunilist to convert heathens, and do God's will. It was the truth. Of that the custom's officer had no doubt.
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Apr 11, 2020 13:43:44 GMT -8
Brother Eli marched away from the customs checkpoint with the two females in tow.
"Thank you!... How, Who? How will I repay you?"
Eli stopped and shifted the large metal cube to his left shoulder. "Oh dear woman, You do not need to pay the servants of God for their right-ness! Pray and give thanks to the most Holy Emperor, and eschew sin." He put his hand on her shoulder. "And take care of the little one, Zora, and teach her to believe and speak truth, and all will be well!" he bent down an patted Zora on the head. "Remember Zora, say your prayers at night and in the morning. The God-Emperor of all mankind will save you from darkness. Be good for your mother."
The woman was taken-aback, "But Can't I help you somehow?"
Brother Eli thought a moment. "I am brother Eli of the Inquisition, I am sure I was sent to help you. God has a plan for you. I am sure this will not be the last time we meet. Go to your family and tell them to always have faith in the Emperor. Remember, THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! "
Religous zeal burned in his eyes, and the woman could not help but feel, nay, KNOW that she would be protected if she but had faith and repeated the words, "The emperor protects."
She smiled, and her daughter waved as Brother Eli strode away towards the Skyhook.
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Dread Lord Havok
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Apr 12, 2020 6:03:16 GMT -8
Brother Eli Took the skyhook down to Harnaiden.
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on May 17, 2020 15:44:22 GMT -8
That sign should be fairly obvious to him looking out of the cockpit of his ship. Brock leaned up against some crates on the landing platform idly chewing on some nerf jerky as he waited to see what the newcomer who requested to speak to the Imperial Knights wanted. Although wearing his more common white and gold armor instead of the traditional crimson that most Imperial Knights wore, his presence here and the two lightsabers on his belt, one the traditional Imperial Saber while the other was distinctly more personal in origin, left little doubt to why he was hanging out at this particular platform, even if he did look a bit like a casual loiterer. "Hello." He said as soon as he was close enough. Yes, that one was definitely an Imperial saber. "Are you with the Imperial Knights?" He continued to suppress his presence in the Force, although he allowed himself a small portion of his feelings, testing for danger. Unless penetrating such illusions were a true specialty of the Imp, he hoped to be taken for nothing more than an untrained individual with slightly heightened Force potential, and definitely not as a trained Jedi. There would be time to reveal that later, after he had tested the man's abilities and his personal views on the Jedi Order. |
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Post by Brock Ferrum on May 23, 2020 10:27:38 GMT -8
Penetrating such illusions was certainly not a specialty of this particular imperial, but a long standing tradition of paranoia and the unusual request to talk to the Imperial Knight left Brock wary of the visitor at the very least, although that wariness didn't show on his face, instead a wide friendly smile crossed his face as he answered the man's question. Indeed I am. Brock Ferrum, Imperial Knight and welcoming party, at your service. What can I do for you? His introduction was laced with a small bit of sarcasm, at least when it came to naming himself a welcoming party, but his offer was genuine enough, this man had asked to speak with a representative of the Imperial Knights and he had been sent to see what he wanted.
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jun 9, 2020 21:13:38 GMT -8
=Theomiir=
He was walking a fine line between truths and falsehoods in concealing his reasons for visiting Imperial space, but the Jedi Knight had decided not to outright lie to the Imperial Knight. Instead, he would let the full truth come out slowly, and use it to test the man's reactions, and his attitudes toward the Jedi and toward helping Theo with his twin missions.
Smiling, he extended his right hand. "My name is Theo. I'm investigating the disappearance of a Jedi Master. I've exhausted my luck with the Jedi Order. They either don't know anything more, or they are unwilling to help me further." He cringed inwardly. That sounded worse out loud than it had in his head. "So I thought I'd try my luck here instead."
He paused, and took a deep breath. "This is one of the only clues I have found so far. Can you tell me anything about it or it's former owner?"
He opened his left hand, offering the object to Brock. It was the severed lower half of one of Kel'Al Raganella's lightsabers, with the blue pontite crystal missing. The severed edge was smooth and clean, as if done in one solid cut. This would no doubt prompt a hundred questions, but Theo wasn't going to volunteer the answers. He wanted to see how the Imp thought.
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