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Well... that was fast.

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Her eyes went wide as the weapon was pulled from her and she began to step backwards, trying to get away. "Stop, ill call for help if you dont leave now..." She knew no one would be in this district at these times, that was the reason she choose it for the garden, but he didn't know that so perhaps she could scare him away. And if that didn't work she still had a knife hidden on her.
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
He gave her a small shake of his head and dropped the cartridge of the pistol then shot whatever was left at the ground, all in one swift motion. "You used to be able to do the exact same thing. Find a place to sit and I'll tell you everything I can without you leaping over to take off my head. After all, there are a few parts of the story that might seem a bit too off." He was speaking of course, about the end. The part where they fell in love, the part that he wanted her to remember the most.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

"Fine... you better not try anything funny." She sat down and watched the man all too carefully, her hand not leaving the knife and her eyes running over his body. "What is it you want to tell me then, what can i fly too?" She stared at the man with almost a sheer annoyance, and Ace would get the feeling of someone else watching them, all too silently laughing on the inside at this.
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
Vulpesen let out a small laugh at the suggestion. "Well, you did suggest learning that but no, you never did figure that out. But you could survive long falls and if I'm right, you could do this," In indication to his words, he bent his legs then launched high into the air, the mixture of Zorren Muscles and the force allowing him to soar high above the ground before flipping and returning to the dirt and rock below. "I can sum it all up in three words. You're not Jenna. Though of course, I will tell you anything else you wish."

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
"Just continue, and whether i am or am not this Alexandra person can be determined if i believe your story in the first place... whats your name by the way?" She frowned as she noticed he hadn't said it yet, how was she to believe this man anyways but even more so when she had to ask for his name instead of him give it.

[member="Darth Tsolan"]
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
He nodded and decided to start form the beginning, at least, the beginning as he knew it. "When we first met, you were a sith, as in someone who used the force for less productive means to society and more so for themselves. I was the opposite, a jedi. As such, we didn't exactly get along. Yet, somehow we made it through that without killing each other. The next time we met... well, lets just say it was interesting and we got to know each other a bit better. By this time, you had changed and were something far more neutral. Well, long story short, we became friends and you eventually invited me over to help create one of these," He reached into his robes and detached a half of his lightsaber before bringing it out. He had decided to skip over the whole Akala incident for one simple reason, it was absolutely insane. "After that, we talked more and more and my visits became more often. Alexandra, you were my best friend. We fought together on battlefields but eventually, we were ambushed by a couple of bounty hunters on Sneeve. I was told that they had taken you to the jedi, and wiped your memories, next, thing I know I finally find you and you aren't only forgetful, you think you're a different person." He gave a small sigh as he listened to his own words.

"Listen, I know it sounds crazy, believe me, I've seen strange things in my life and this is among the strangest if I can imagine how you feel. But there are some tings that should be in place f what I saw is true." He didn't know what her reaction would be, but he prayed she would give him a chance, anything for him to keep on informing her of her past.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

"Im sorry, explain to me when the part where i grew wings and shot down a giant eel that flew in the middle of space comes in, because so far this fantasy sounds absolutely moronic. And buddy, you need mental help, i dont know what your sith or Jedi are, i dont know what that thing is, and i sure as hell dont know who you are and have never met you." She stared at the man as she sat there, but she didn't move, his story did deep down sound familiar, but only that, there would be no memories of it.
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
He gave a small twitch at her words, but a smile still touched his lips. Sure it may have been an insult, but it had been her style. Yup, this was definitely Alexandra. "I know you Alex, you left something in that head of yours. Neither of us never liked extremes so now its time I figure out what you wanted to find out. There's something in your head. memories that aren't yours. Memories of [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] and not this Jenna that stands before me. Think. Something isn't right, something doesn't belong. But this time, don't dismiss it, FOCUS ON IT!" His eyes bore into hers as he spoke. He could tell that something was clicking. If only he or she knew what.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

"Sorry to disappoint you but my name is not Alexandra for the hundreth time, you yapping fo-...." She frowned and had almost called him fox face, sure he looked like he was half canine becuase of how he looked but why would she sat fox face. It had just popped into her mind and the reason wasn't that she remembered it, it had been Daeda who had done it, throwing the thought into her mind as she was speaking. Only then did she figure it out. "Great, wolfy is around here too somewhere, or what ever he calls himself."
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
Vulpesen's hand shot out, at her as he heard those first two letters, pointing in triumph. " HA, Fox-face! I knew there was something!" A wide smile spread upon his lips and as she mentioned the "wolfy," it only took him a second to place the pieces together. "Daeda, a green or white wolf, six inches tall tends to be fairly mellow in demeanor. He never leaves you and despite what you're insistence that he talks, only you can ever hear his voice."

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Her eyes fell from the distance to the man now as she had enough and without warning tried to rush him, if possible she would slam into him and pull the knife holding it to his throat. "WHO ARE YOU, NOT YOUR NAME, AND WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME." She was more scared than made, call it desperate even as she held the knife there and stared at him without moving a single inch past what she had, granted he didn't stop her.
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
As she charged him, Vulpesen stumbled back but allowed himself to be taken to the ground wincing as he hit the ground but otherwise being still as the knife came to his neck. Despite the rather perilous position, he stayed calm. He said what he needed to, and now he had her attention. That's all he needed. "I'm the one who howled your name when you were taken. I'm the one who cried for the last fourteen weeks, thinking you were gone and untouchable. I'm the one who found you and wishes to heal you. I'm the one with a simple request. Do as you once did, as you fell you must because its what you did back then, just do whats right and trust me. I understand how insane I sound but I haven't spoken a single lie to you, and I never will."

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

"Why should i believe you, where is your proof, how do i know you aren't lying to me." She pressed the blade closer, just off his skin now, though her hand was shaking, she wasn't sure now as she sat just over him, looking at his... eyes... another familiar thing. Who was this damned man that seemed familiar but she had no memory of.
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
His smile only broadened as he watched her, trusting that she wouldn't slit his throat. Then again, if sh did it wouldn't be the first time a beautiful lady did that to him. Just the first time it was a woman he loved. "Feel free to find another area for privacy but I predict you'll find three scars on your chest from the blaster fire when you were captured. That with my other proof such as knowing you would call me by your favorite nickname and knowing Daeda's name and how he communicates, I think that should be sufficient. Oh, and your hair is really white and your ears are pointed. Anything else? As for my lying, you can see that I've backed every statement of knowing who you are with facts. Your story I admit I can fake. But there are things that prove that I do know you."

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

That... smile. She froze and looked at the smile for a long moment as nothing came from her, not a breath, not a word. She uttered nothing before slaming her free hand into his face, the hand having been balled up into a fist as she got closer. "Why are you telling me all this what would it matter anyways, what am i that you are willing to stake your life on it to get back." Her face was close to his, staring at the eyes, at the smile her mind closing up and the knife moving off his neck a bit as she studied his reaction.
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
As he felt her body move, his eyes shifted to catch her moving arm and he immediately brought his hand to stop her fist, catching it in a firm yet gently grip. After that brief moment, his eyes refused to leave hers and as she asked him he couldn't help himself. Yeah she had a knife, but she needed answers. And if she was gonna hit him, he might as well give her a reason. "Everything." That's what she was to him and leaning forward, he placed a kiss against her lips, releasing her hand as he did so. Now she was free to hit him, but before she did, he at least wanted that single good moment.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra's eyes went wide, not from the kiss but from the one of two memories she had been kept from the Jedi, seeing it clearly now as he kissed her and this only made her hit him harder as she broke away. She didn't move from over him though, and her face hovered only inches from him. "I... thats... i remember... How do i remember that, i dont know you, ive never seen you... but i know that memory... your the one that..." Daeda came from the shadows with a wide grin on his face, words translated to Vulpesen as he sat down to their right and spoke. "Look at the love birds, Alexandra, this is the man you love, say hi." Daeda sent a blast of information into Alexandra's mind, so much so her body went limp as she fell unconscious. "Opps, forgot how much she had actually let me take from her before she went under..."

[member="Darth Tsolan"]
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
Vulpesen called the force to his jaw as he felt her coming in for another hit, using just enough to keep his teeth from being rattled out through the did end up with the taste of blood in his mouth as she punched him. "Sonofa-!" His forceully turned head caught sight of Daeda as the wolf walked out. "Oh hey there, Daeda, how ar-" He was cut off yet again as he felt Alexandra stiffen, he turned just in time to catch her in his arms as she fell on him, soon being informed on the reason by Ace. "Alright then... Daeda, could you lead us inside please?" He started to get up, sweeping an arm under [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]'s legs to carry her when he finally reached his feet.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Alexandra's body remained limp as her mind sorted the memories that came to her and Daeda would nod and move towards the home that Alexandra now used. It was a while off but there was that reason that she had wanted her silence. Soon though they were at the door and Daeda took his own way in while Tsolan would have to use the door. Alexandra's body would shift in his arms though as she lay there, the memories she recieved highly limited though, only the important information.
 
"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
He looked at Ace who leaped to the door, using his body to move the handle while his foot nudged it open.Walking in, he quickly found a couch and laid her down before taking a seat in a nearby chair. On one hand, it broke his heart to see her haven forgotten him and in a way, he had o admit it felt like the ultimate betrayal to be forgotten by one you loved. However, he couldn't focus on that. He had to look on the bright side. She was alive, she was here, and he had a shot at reminding her of who she was.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

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