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 Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 4:24 pm
₳trum ¤rsa
₴hadow has fallen. From the centre of what once was called oblivion came the heralds of discord. The game has been set and the die cast as age old alliances and vendettas reawaken. Behind it all is a puppeteer pulling at the strings.
₳s chaos reigns a chasm will grow, and who will cross that divide as both the mortal and supernatural take their stand?
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 11:08 am
  For once, silence filled the greenery of Central Park. It was unusual for such an attraction of the Big Apple to have so few people visiting it on a warm autumn day. Far more so that those who were visiting occasionally glanced behind their shoulders as if watched, and shrugged into the light jackets to keep away some imagined chill.
Or, perhaps, not imagined. On the West End of the park a clearing stood, small bandstand in one corner, but otherwise empty of decor. Flowers still lined the paths from this last summer and birds eyed the place as if it could have been one of their past haunts.
Sahara Grei stood underneath the eaves of tree the birds now shirked. It was not uncommon, not anymore, for creatures to avoid her. They knew something unnatural when they saw it. But she was not paying attention to the scenery or its inhabitants. She was in fact, remembering. Two years ago this same clearing had held a ball. She smiled lightly, almost seeing the dancers in their masks and hearing the soft music of Ron Pope switching to "Lights". Little had upset her that night, that is until a certain ex had arrived.
Absently she ran her fingertips through her hair and leaned against the tree that Adrian had marred with his corrupt magic. It had regrown, almost perfect again. A slight frown ruined her smile. Much had happened that night, Adrian being only a small part. She had met Tobias Black, for one. Sabine Du Croix had arrived on the arm of a vampyre. Was it then that the real tension between races had begun? She pursed her lips. It was not an idea she liked, to think that such a gathering could have been the catalyst to begin yet another fight in the Paranormal world.
But that was the reason for her presence here. A gathering of those who knew of the mounting issues and sought to stop it. Her gaze darkened and something stirred behind the glass green eyes. It was not her in nature to stop chaos anymore. And yet, here she was. Sahara sighed and pulled her saffron colored jacket tight. The breeze had taken a turn for the bitter, and she was not certain if it was simply the weather or something else to come.
☽ Location:Central Park, West End☽ Thoughts:"Perhaps I should not have come."☽ Theme:The Soft Goodbye
There's a dream that will not sleep,
A burning hope that will not die.
So I must go now with the wind,
And leave you waiting on the tide.☽ {OOC}:
Note: Entrances do not need to be in Central Park, but the meeting will be in the clearing where Sahara is. Irony and all that.☽ Quotes...:
[quote="Leonidas Peridot"][/quote]
[quote="Oncaro"]Bring the Elves if you wish, otherwise they will know about it just cause they are that awesome.[/quote]
[quote="Gimble_ofthe_Wabe"][/quote]
[quote"Praxius the Mad"][/quote]
[quote="Epic Irony"][/quote]
[quote="lDreamshifterl"][/quote]
[quote="Tanya Kageryuu"][/quote]
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 1:58 pm
Sahara. He could see her now, and that more than likely meant she could see him. So that's why I'm here... Miro ya b*****d... A little smirk painted his ruggedly handsome face, but was kept mostly shrouded under the brim of his hat. His meeting that night with Miss Grei had been something; the next day even better. But was he really that important? Did he leave an impression? Hell yes I did... Tobias' steps were quiet, a skill he'd picked up hunting wolves in the forest, and the rustling of his weapons under his coat was minimal. Better safe than sorry.
Finally, coming up to the tree and the woman, Tobias Black slipped his hands into the pockets of long coat. "Miss Grei." He said politely, lifting his eyes from the ground, setting them gently on Sahara's own. "Fancy meetin' you here..." The cowboy chuckled.
 A pep in her light, heeled steps was obvious as the small redhead moved down the streets of the city. Small clacks sounded with each movement, and a smile shown on her face as her hand swayed, only slightly, interlocked with that of the woman beside her. It seemed the nightlife of the city beginning to pick up, but Kimberly couldn't really bring herself to pay attention to it. She had received the invitation, of course, but had no intention of coming at first. After all, she had met J.J. the last two times she'd been out; but now that she had her love with her, she couldn't pick out a reason to go out.
Miro's insistence proved to be adequate reason, but Kimmy would only go alongside Jessica... and if she was packing. She had taken her new small-scale Kerrigan rifle, and folded it neatly into her backpack. If the deification hit the oscillation (or, rather, when it did), she'd be ready. Or, at least as ready as she could have been. J.J. wouldn't let her go alone, and there was no way Kim would let the bluette sit this one out. She'd decided a stroll through the city would be a nice change of pace; romantic, was the word Kim had wanted to use. A walk in the park, literally. Or, it would be once they reached Central Park.
"So..." Kim began, keeping her eyes forward on the street in front of them. "How long are you betting things stay civil before the s**t hits the fan?" She glanced over to her girl and smirked; she knew how this worked in the Paranormal world.Locations-
Kimberly Maude: Streets of New York
Tobias Black: Central Park
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:17 pm
((Holy crap. Wall of text. My bad, guys. Feel free to skim; very little of it is actually relevant to the current events. Really, the last paragraph is the only important thing...))The breeze that blew through the park chilled suddenly, and as passersby felt it, they shivered and pulled up their jackets. All but one; a man in black, barefoot, walked the paths of the park alone. When the chilly breeze met his skin, he simply looked up at the blue sky, searching it- for what? He didn't know. With a sigh, his eyes turned back earthbound as he continued. He was back here yet again. He'd never come back to a place before this. And he wasn't thinking about his current location, as in the park... He was thinking about dimensions.
Including this one, he'd been to five- his own, which he'd saved from disaster after disaster until the sun swallowed it; the realm known as Blood Rush Grounds, in which he'd fought against the Old Ones, an ancient race of evil hell-bent on annihilating all life, and then an extraterrestrial monster with the same goals in mind on a much larger scale; this one, in which he'd had a hand in a very similar war against an army of demons; a strange world where vaguely humanoid creatures were fighting an interplanetary war against a race of slug-like monsters composed of organic lava; and most recently, an almost medieval world where an oppressive tyrant ruled the planet with an iron fist. Each time, he'd taken the side of the greater good; he'd saved his planet twice before succumbing to the inevitability of an expanding star, won a war against the Old Ones and then again against the alien, helped stop the demon army here, saved the next-to-helpless race of humanoids, and raised an army to fight against the tyrannical king.
But the latter of them all had left him the most weary. He'd been taken to this strange world in the body of a child; his youth restored, temporarily, he was raised with his brother Ian- who, unknown to the both of them, had also been his closest friend in their first universe- with no memories of their past. They retained their powers; Alex's of telekinesis, Ian's of pyrokinesis, and because of this they were targets for the king's army. They fled the land, eventually coming upon a hidden school for children with similarly 'illegal' powers; with no one else to turn to, and the armies closing in, Alex and Ian were forced to raise an army of children against the king. The resulting war... No. War wasn't right- this was a massacre. While the school full of 'unique' children were busy being slaughtered by the king's armies, Alex and Ian infiltrated the tyrant's flying castle and assassinated both him and his heir, freeing the land. As the final blow was struck, both Alex and Ian's complete memories returned, and with the newfound mastery of their powers, they made quick work of the remaining armies, saving whomever they could... But the numbers were discouraging. Most of the children had been slaughtered; the strongest, those remaining, were left to sort out the kingdom the dead tyrant had left behind, as Alex and Ian once more parted ways.
Alex had returned here only three days ago, and had spent that time wandering. He'd eventually made it back to New York; and, on a hunch, had come to the park today. It was as if something was calling him here; he knew that he was needed here, yet again. It had happened enough now, that it was the only explanation; yet again, he had been brought somewhere he needed, rather than be allowed to rest. He sighed as the wind picked up yet again, his bare feet crunching through the leaves as he strayed from the path. The clothes he wore were nearly rags; they afforded no protection whatsoever to the dropping temperatures, but he hardly even seemed to notice. He continued through the woods, lost in thought, until he spotted a familiar face. A woman he'd met here before, fought a war with. They'd only been introduced once, very briefly, at a mutual friend's wedding... But what he'd learned there had left a lasting impression.
Sahara Grei. She'd fought against the demon army, and later, the Mother of All Demons... Only to, when the latter was finally slain, take on that role in order to save the life of her dear friend. Her sacrifice was immeasurable; her soul, her humanity, for her friend's life. She became the very monster they had warred against, and then used her powers to bring about peace in one of the most masterful manipulations of a situation that Alex had ever heard. He didn't know whether or not she would remember him- their time knowing one another had been brief, limited almost entirely to the wedding at which they'd been formally introduced- but he felt that, if anyone knew what it was he'd been brought back for, it would be her. After all, he was brought back for a reason. Something big was going to happen, and soon. Being who she was, Alex had a hunch she'd have an idea of what it was.
As he approached, he spotted a man do the same; he appeared to have stepped out of a western-style movie, and the idea would have brought a smile to Alex's face... Had it not already been stuck as it was. Haunted, almost, a distant stare as he forced back the tide of guilt from his most recent involuntary excursion. He'd sacrificed a bunch of kids, there was no other way to put it. All those lives, all that blood, was on his hands. And the worst part? Every single one of those children... They were far too similar to he and his friends had been, back in his original universe. Outcasts, misfits, but a family to each other... And he'd lead them willingly to their deaths. He forced back the pain, but couldn't hide the hollowness in his voice or eyes as he stepped in front of the man and woman.
"You two here because of..." He made a slight, vague gesture to the area around them, not even sure how to finish the sentence. "Whatever it is?" He hoped that Sahara at least recognized him, and perhaps even knew what he was talking about- as for the cowboy, he couldn't say. They'd never met, and even though he had a sneaking suspicion that he'd seen the man at the wedding, he couldn't remember for sure. It seemed so long ago... For Alex, it had been. Almost twenty years had passed, since that time- at least, in the dimension he'd spent it in. He honestly didn't even know how long it had been, relative to this dimension's time passing, since the wedding. He had the urge to ask, but decided it wouldn't do much good; they'd wonder if he was crazy, and seeing as he couldn't force himself to even put on a facade of mental wellness- the guilt was even now destroying him, and it would have to have been visible on some scale- asking how much time had passed since a momentous occasion such as that would almost certainly deem him unfit for helping with whatever it was. He wasn't crazy, and he wasn't stupid... He was just so very, very tired. And it showed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:21 pm
 
The warm breeze that came with autumn spun through the air, lifting leaves and debris from the city streets and into the sky. It was a gorgeous day, and for once Jessica had chosen to go outside. She had her favorite song stuck in her head, bubblegum, and Kimberly Maude's arm twined through hers. Sadly, she could not enjoy it.
Miro had received the letter the same moment she did. Moments inbetween, and Jessica had already gotten the 'Oh sh- WHY THE HELL CAN'T I HAVE A BREAK!?!?' feeling in her gut. And of course, of course the letter pertained to Paranormal business. She could have been psychic.
Central Park was the spot to be today, for a Paranormal anyways. Who knew what creeps and freaks were under the trees? Jessica's lips twitched and a dry smile spread across her lips. Like she could talk. Resident mutant, aside from Jax, was not a title she wanted.
She glanced at Kim as the woman spoke, her dry smile stretching into the witty smirk that was worn most often."I give it five minutes. From what I gathered, anyone involved with Lilith got the memo, which means miss ex-employer did too." Goody. Malia might be coming...yaaaaaay. "You were smart to bring the deadly objects Kimmy." Location: Streets of NYCThoughts: "Never get a day of rest lately..."Theme: Some Nights
Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore...OOC:
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:30 pm
[I'll join in on this wall of text madness~]
The breeze rustled the long, white hair of a woman sitting on the edge of a building, legs crossed, and large, white wings furled behind her. She was staring out over this world, seeing but at the same time not. Her thoughts had gone to reminiscing the past several months. Alex had gone, Manic had gone... oh how she wanted to end that shadow once and for all. But now, she was nowhere to be found, try as she might to look for her. She sighed, sadness gnawing at her once more. She missed Alex, very much, but she knew she would have to get used to it. This kind of thing was common when it came to him, and she would just have to learn to live with it, because it seemed there was no stopping the universe. However, at least, no matter how far or how long they were apart, fate always had a way of bringing them back together...
"Hello Ix, Kam," she said with a small smile as the thought was pushed aside by the arrival of two familiar presences. "You seem so blue; good thing we came to check up on you!" exclaimed the shade dubbed Ix- short for Ixaka. "Are you well?" said the demon dubbed Kam- short for Kamek. Sÿria merely nodded her head and broadened her smile a bit. "I was just thinking about the past couple of years... of the losses... So much has happened." Ixaka's glowing grin wavered a bit at her statement and Kamek looked at her, concern displayed on his expression as he lied down around her. "Don't worry, we'll find her," said Ixaka, though in his mind, he doubted this. He, who must've known the shadow realm better than most who resided within it still had no success in locating Manic. "She might be in an entirely different universe though," he muttered, which made Kamek shoot a dark look toward him. Sÿria, however, didn't seem to notice this.
She was staring down at the streets below, watching the people milling about, the cars driving by... it seemed so surreal. They didn't know. All the chaos that had gone on... but everything was renewed, and all of them had their memories wiped. It was as though nothing had happened. But she didn't care if they looked up and saw the three of them. She felt empty now as she went back to looking at the skyline. "You will see him again as well," came the telepathic reassurance from Kamek. She looked at him and smiled slightly again. "I know." The passing breeze itched at her wings and made her feel like flying, but at the same time, she didn't want to move from her perch. "Perhaps a stretch will do you well," said Kamek, as though reading her thoughts. "Yeah, get up and stretch those wings! I can pull a few pranks on the humans- that oughta cheer you up!" Ixaka cackled while Kamek grinned his wolfish grin, but Sÿria shook her head. "As much as I want to, I better not fly. Too many people around..." She stood and her gaze drifted to Central Park. It was fairly empty; a very strange thing indeed... something told her she needed to go check it out. Ixaka and Kamek too had followed her gaze and noted the oddity. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Sÿria nodded and walked toward the other end of the roof. Blue eyes carefully scanned the streets and alleyways. She had to be careful about where she landed. It took a few minutes, but eventually an empty alleyway made itself known and she flew down gently, wings vanishing upon landing, Ixaka retreating into the shadow realm and Kamek becoming invisible and jumping down after her. They followed silently behind her as she made her way toward the park. The sight that greeted her was odd, but also greatly cheered her up.
"Alex," she said, smiling broadly. Unbeknownst to her, her two invisible companions looked at each other and hung back. Sÿria approached him and hugged him tightly, grinning. "How are you?" She seemed rather calm about the whole thing, but she was keeping down her emotions. There were others about now, and she felt she ought to keep herself calm. It seemed something important was happening, as the Mother of Demons, Sahara, was present; as well as one other whom she recalled seeing at the wedding. Half of her didn't care and simply wanted to express her happiness. Still, she remained calm, and settled herself to just hugging him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:34 pm
Was it feasibly possible for whatever denizens of Fate had taken control of this day to make it worse? Well, it might be. As the chilly breeze died Sahara raised her gaze to see a startlingly familiar silhouette cresting the ridge of the Central Park clearing. She sighed. Tobias Black. Of course she was happy to see him, and that might be the problem. Things had complicated since the last time she had seen him.
That did not stop her from smiling up at him with the usual snark, a brow arched. "Heya Cowboy, long time." His eyes met hers and that unusual knee melting feeling hit her. Yes, she was more than happy to see him. Her grin was warm and genuine, and Setsuna would have marveled at it being real, a first time in awhile to someone not in the family as it were.
Her gaze flickered away from the gorgeous cowboy to Alex. Abruptly her smile faded a bit. "Hullo Alex." she said quietly, a shot of something, not pity, settling over her. How had he survived in those clothes? Well, then again, he could survive Manic's games. Weather mustn't be an issue. "Yes, I am here for the meeting. Knowing Tobias he is as well." She made a small face and shook her head. "Sorry, how rude of me. This is Alex." Sahara gestured towards Alex and then towards Tobias, "Alex, this is Tobias Black. I'm not sure if you've met." Her smile broadened as Syria arrived. "And of course, here is Syria. Tobias, those two are never far apart when things like this happen." Sahara said, her attention back on Tobias.
☽ Location:Central Park, West End☽ Thoughts:"And thus Fate connives to make life difficult...again."☽ Theme:The Soft Goodbye
There's a dream that will not sleep,
A burning hope that will not die.
So I must go now with the wind,
And leave you waiting on the tide.☽ {OOC}:
☽ Quotes...:
[quote"Praxius the Mad"][/quote]
[quote="Epic Irony"][/quote]
[quote="lDreamshifterl"][/quote]
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:55 pm
Alex paused for a moment as a familiar voice met his ears; suddenly arms were wrapping around him, and he instinctively met the embrace. He sighed quietly as she asked how he was- now certainly wasn't the time for that. He forced a smile- for her, he could- and nodded. "I'm holding up alright," he muttered, glancing back to Sahara and the cowboy- a man by the name of Tobias Black, as it were. "Nice to meet you," he said, observing the man impartially; he wasn't honestly sure whether or not it truly was nice to meet him, but it had only been a few moments. He wasn't going to decide whether or not he liked the man so quickly. Sahara's words came with some interest. "A meeting? What about?" But at the moment, he had more important things to deal with.
"Syria," he sighed, a genuine smile slowly beginning to replace the fake one he'd forced when she asked how he was. "God, it's good to see you... Are you well? How..." He glanced back to the two for a moment, before deciding he didn't care. He had no reason to hide it, his tendency to 'accidentally' switch dimensions. It was nothing he could help, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of. "How long has it been?" He was hesitant to say how long it'd been on his end, if only because of the events that transpired in his wake; not to mention that, upon arriving in the new dimension in a new body, he'd had no memories whatsoever of his previous life. He'd lived for about twenty years in that other realm without even once knowing who she was- a tiny sliver of the guilt he felt for what had happened there was tied to the idea that he'd forgotten her, whether or not he'd meant to or wanted to. Everything had come back, of course- he remembered everything now. But at the time, and the fact that it happened, wasn't reassuring in the least.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 8:35 pm
Sÿria's attention was briefly taken away by Sahara's voice. "Hello," she said to Sahara with a smile. She then inclined her head toward Tobias with a "Pleasure" before her attention was swiftly fixed on Alex again. However, she heard the last comment Sahara made and grinned a little; that much was true.
Her attention fixed on him again, she said, "I've been alright." That, of course, was only half true. She had missed him dearly and had only the agitation from being unable to find Manic to distract her. "It's been two years," she said quietly. She lied her head against him and closed her eyes. In an undertone, so that only he may hear, she added, "I haven't gotten her yet..." She could feel the sting of guilt within, and shut her eyes tighter. It was her fault Manic was loose, and she had sworn she would put an end to the shadow. But she was gone. Almost as though she had ceased to exist. It would be easier on everyone if that was the case. "Um, how long has it been for you? What have you been up to?" she asked to take her mind off the subject of that wretched shadow.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:03 pm
lD r e a m s h i f t e rl
"Twenty years passed, where I went. As for... What I've been... 'Up to," he muttered, eyes remaining closed as he considered Tobias and Sahara's presence, figuring it'd be best not to indulge just anyone in that particular information- first impressions were important, and if they were all here for a meeting, he assumed they'd be working together in some way- they might start to get the wrong idea. "I'll tell you about it, later. I don't really want to talk about it, right now," he finished, frowning as though the words tasted bad.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:05 pm
The cowboy let out a little chuckle, regarding Alex with a nod, though mainly keeping his gaze on Sahara. It seemed like a lifetime ago they had been at the party. At the tree. The music was behind them, though, that much he could tell. What unnerved him was they didn't know what was ahead; but he had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be too pretty. "I was sent here, yeah... whatever this meetin' is, I was supposed to show up to it. New friends're supposed to be here shortly, too."
Slipping a hand from his pocket, Tobias patted the side of his coat idly, looking about the gathering crowd, as well as the ambient movements of wind blowing through the trees, and the lights of the city just outside the park. "An' I hope by 'when things happen', you don't mean we're about to have a royal shitstorm on us... but, hey... when's hope ever actually come through for me, eh?" He chuckled at the sad-but-true statement, "It's good to be back in action... and to see you, Sahara."
Kim couldn't help but note the little tug on J.J.'s face. Worry was evident, or at least it was to her. Her arm tightened a little bit around the other woman's, her head to turning to face J.J., and their eyes meeting. "First of all, I'm always right to bring deadly things..." She let her smirk fall a little bit, concern painting her slightly freckled face. "Second... I know you really didn't want to get involved in this... but... I'm glad you're here. I also know that sounds selfish... but I'm rich and it's part of the territory..."
After a few moments of walking, Kim decided she needed reassurance. Reassurance that J.J. was still with her. That she wasn't going to go away again. That things were stable, if only for the moment. She rested her head on the woman's shoulder, using her other arm to take hold of her coat tightly. "Things'll be okay, J.J.... I can't promise it... but eventually, everything'll be okay..." Deep down, Kim hoped she'd believe the words at some point. Soon.
Locations-
Kimberly Maude: Streets of New York
Tobias Black: Central Park lD r e a m s h i f t e rl
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:27 pm
As the group conversed, another figure made his way to the clearing where the meeting was being held; tall, dressed in regal attire, and he had an air of authority about him.
Feranes, King of the Elves, had been less than devoted to the events of mortalkind since the birth of his son and daughter, but his wife, Queen Serawyn, had informed him of some form of coming trouble, and had heard from Syria about this meeting; normally Serawyn might have gone with Feranes for this, but she had their children to look after.
Feranes got close enough to the group, and he really only recognized two of these people; Syria herself, of course, and Alex, an old ally he hadn't seen for these two years himself.
"Syria," he called. "Alex-- It's good to see you." His voice was calm and warm, much like the air around them, and his handsome, eternally youthful face held a small smile.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:48 pm
Sÿria nodded her head against him and squeezed him a little tighter before her attention was drawn away again. Her head shifted away from him and turned to see Feranes approaching. "Oh! Hello brother," she said with a smile. She hesitantly pulled away from Alex to greet Feranes with a hug. "About time you got here," she said, grinning as she joked. "Ah, yes, right... This is Sahara and Tobias," she said, gesturing to each one respectively before going back to stand close to Alex. "Little ones keeping you busy?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:56 pm
Alex's eyebrow raised as he heard his name, and when he turned to meet the source, his eyes fell upon the countenance of an old ally. "Feranes, my friend. It's been too long," he said, giving a nod. His arm fell to his side as Syria left it, and a smile came to his face as he saw her move; she was happy. That was enough for him. Maybe not to forget... But, at least, to continue on. He tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear the question about the 'little ones.' It had been a while since he'd had to deal with implications such as that, but he certainly wasn't stupid; there was only so many things that could mean. And considering he'd been gone for two years- relative to this dimension- meant one option was more viable than the rest. "Little ones?" He asked almost cautiously, raising an eyebrow at the man. A hesitant smile grew across his face, and he stepped forward to offer the man a handshake. "Congratulations, Feranes. You must be so proud."
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