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Janani has met Cora three times, now, and each was not...exactly the friendliest of meetings. The first time, Cora was...she was somebody else. Mystina said that, normally, Cora was very nice, the kindest sweetest person you could meet. She... She was crying. The rest of the crowd around her, comforting and consoling her, are lost to her memories. Janani takes another step back, afraid that she may be a cause of something. The second time, just a few nights ago by her count, Cora's temper flared when Janani talked...

You aren't... You aren't mad at me are you? The Fae, Mystina, said you were a very kind person... Yet...this is the second time I've seen...

Janani looks half-ready to cry, despite her normal exhuberant self. Blinking, she turns her head to note Mel's comment. It's half-lost to her, however.

Jor...dan?

Janani blinks. Who's "Jordan"? She puts a finger to her chin before looking up in thought. She repeats the name a few times, rolling it around on her tongue. Nope. The name rings absolutely no bells. She decides to just answer the question by giving the right name.

It was Mystina, when we first met. You were...crying.

Janani tilts her head. She finally soaks in all that Cora said.

It's a relief to know you aren't mad at me. Tacitus, the other night, implied you might have been... What was it he said...?

Janani, once again, enters thought. What was it that Tacitus said the other night...?

Of course...

Janani blinks as she's thrown from her thoughts by Cora's sudden, estatic question. She has no idea that Tacitus has been hiding his name, nor does she know why. Janani gives Cora an inquisitive note as she continues.

It was just a few nights ago... You stormed off shortly after I faded in...

No... You were both here when I arrived...

Janani is confused. It doesn't help that she's not quite as intune with human emotions as she would be in about 1200 years, give or take. The look in Cora's eyes is alien to her. She has absolutely no idea that she's probably mucking carefully laid plans. Janani tries to wear a smile, but it almost seems artificial.

You seemed to be discussing something... Now... What was it he told me...?

Janani tries to think, again. This time, however, she leaves that to the back of her head so she can listen to what Cora has to say. Keep...from...Cora? Keep what from Cora?

Janani still has no recollection of having ever met this "Jordan" character. She knows she messed up by saying "Tashums", but she was corrected.

He looks the same as Tacitus! I accidently called him Tashums, but that was my mistake... You look the same as when I first met you, but Tacitus seemed to believe you had altered greatly in appearance.

Janani's about to protest more, but she stops herself. She has no idea that Mercy 7 was the woman she saw her first time gazing upon Cora. She also has no idea that Tacitus' percieved physical appearance has changed so much. She sees things very differnetly from humans. Looking up to Cora, Janani finds the courage to continue, nonetheless.

I don't remember any "Jordan"!

Before Janani can continue, she begins to fade. She has no idea what's going on, but her stature pretty much returns to what it was as she arrived in the Brink. Her hands are on her hips, but she's gone before she can protest any further. She's not angry, and that was clearly on her face. Janani's just a tad upset, like she's being accused of something she doesn't like called.

Tac blinks in midstride, pulling a Jan and getting in a small accident involving three chairs and a table, Oh The Humanity!!! He lays there strwen about on the ground after having made quite a commotion, quite surprised to now find himself dazed and confused after a 3 chair, one table, and one human pileup. All he needed now was a seal on a ball on which to balance the entire act and he'd be ready for the circus.

Tac chuckled slightly as he shifted a bit to see Cora, "Me? Oh, I'm just fine, really. Remember that really tall angel? I thought I'd reenact one of her entrances with my own. I think I did a rather good job, myself. What I lack in size I make up for in crashability. I managed to make a 3 chair pileup all by my lonesome." He slowly pulled himself from the wreckage and stood looking at it, "Well now, if that had come out looking like that intentionally I might just have to call it art." He dusted himself off a bit before giving a half bow to Cora with a bit of a flourish, "So Miss Cora, now that we know I'm at least not going to die from a chair related injury, how are you this fine day? Or night. Or...something."

Tac smiled, "Come now Miss Cora, I can't rightly see how anyone could be anything less than in the best of spirits today, especially yourself. Lets have a seat." He motioned to one of the chairs that hadn't been involved in the crash, he'd pick them up later. He pulled a chair out for her to sit, motioning for her to take a seat as he began, "The other day we were talking about the others, were we not?"