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The door of the bar swings open. Lightning is striking a figure nearby. Those near the door might notice the wind that is blowing through. Flashes of light and fire. When it stops the figure falls to her knees braced with her sword. Slowly standing she staggers forwawrd and falls through the door.

The number of immortals in the bar has just gone up by one.

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"Amanda." Jedi Master, to the rescue.

She is most happy to see him. With his help she gets up. She tries to manage a smile, "Mace."

"What happened, Amanda?" He guides the immortal to the nearest booth.

"A quickening." she explains, though not very well. Taking the seat she asks for some water. Her sword still held tight in her hand.

"Quickening?" He waves over a waitrat.

Nodding, "When one immortal takes the head of another there is a quickening where the victor recieves the power and knoweldge of the other." her throat dry she coughs though little by little her strength is returning.

"I see..." He offers the water to her.

She doesn't like killing and it reads on her face. It's a distateful thing but there are times when she has no choice or rather no good choice.

"I nearly lost." her voice is weak and there is true exhuastion in hre voice.

"I am glad you did not." Another guy would offer a comforting hug, but... this is Mace. Hugs are just not his thing.

Nor does she need one right now. His presence is really enough. "Thank you." sitting up straight, "How are you?"

"I am, well, really." And he seems to be.

Amanda smiles, "I'm glad to hear it. How has your other student been doing?"

"They are very well... I am also teaching science and academics at the House of Arch."

"That's wonderful. They are lucky to have a teacher like you." smiling she puts her head down on the table.

"You need rest..." He is concerned.

She amanges to reaise her head, "Seems so. Guess I've been running myself ragged lately." looking at the door she notices that it isn't there. Interesting. With a smile, "Guess I'm not going anywhere."

"I would guess you are needed here."

[OOC: must flee for home. Slowitme?],/small>

Amanda smiles at that, "It's nice to feel needed." something she hasn't really understood until she came here.

"You are needed." He smiles, a bit.

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