[i]Araxinus briefly glances over the note, and sighs.[/i] “Why? Everything was normal before Wolfkeeper decided to bring me here.” [i]He throws it behind and heads out.[/i]
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Once he arrives, A man stands within a massive door. His body is covered with a cloak, but his face is horribly scarred, and his eyes shift between a rainbow of colors. “Ah! A soldier! Welcome!”
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“Oh great a nutjob.’ [i]He mutters.[/i]
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“Hm? Can’t hear ya! I’m here to show you this wonderful ship I call home!”
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“Sure thing!” [i]He says, matching his enthusiasm, with a tone that sounds like mockery but still sincere.[/i]
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“Okay! Follow me!” He walks off into the ship.
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[i]He follows him.[/i]
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“So…what exactly are you?”
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“Childhood myth come to life.”
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“…hm? How exactly were you brought to life?”
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“Well parents used to tell their kids stories about me so they would behave, and I guess at some point enough of them were afraid of me to cause me to become real? I don’t know how it works.”
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“…interesting.” A drone flies over, and he whispers to it.
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[i]Well that’s not good.[/i] He thinks.
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They keep walking. “Sorry for the long walk, but we’re close!”
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“The walk doesn’t bother me.”
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“…you sure?”
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“Yes. I don’t feel physical exertion.”
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“That’s…interesting.”
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“Not really. Does your shadow ever tire when walking with you?”
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He shakes his head. “Huh…no.”
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“So there you go.” [i]He goes silent.[/i]
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“So…your shadow can tire itself out?”
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“No, the entire point was your shadow never tires, and I am a shadow.”
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“That’s…hm. Odd.” He mumbles
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[i]Araxinus ignores the comment and keeps walking.[/i]
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“So…are you shadows exactly…common?”