[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]                  took in his surroundings, finding them comfortably familiar. He’d surely done some work here before and that knowledge helped to ground him back in the present, though the image of Gerlinde still lingered in his mind in stark contrast to the waifish woman he’d once stole away in the night. Farren took a deep stilling breath as he re-familiarized himself with the layout of the area, his piercing gaze briefly lighting on the guard, before sliding down to the door as the man made no move to aim in his direction. As he exhaled slowly a second time, Farren straightened his back and strode forth.

After a set of specific knocks, one on the outer door, and another set inside as he navigated to Seven’s workspace, Farren found himself in the familiar room, the heat of the building’s innards somehow more pleasant for him than it likely was for others. The whole experience had an air of deja vu about it, reinforcing his sense that he’d been here many times before. The shout from behind the second door was so familiar that he almost smiled. Yet no concrete memories surfaced, it might have been more frustrating had he not found the slight mystery of their relation somewhat engaging.

What little he could recall had less to do with how well they might have known eachother and more to do with the man’s nature and position. Farren supposed it was just like him to be able to call upon [i]that[/i] rather than what he was actually curious about. Of course, there was no time to linger on that thought for as Farren took in Septimus’ appearance the man raised his eyes, a look of recognition shifting over his face as he posed a question at the Azure-eyed hunter.

For some reason, it made Farren chuckle, his voice ringing out briefly, the smile actually reaching his eyes as he held Seven’s gaze.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Seems so,”[/b][/color] he replied, faintly amused…though even Farren wasn’t entirely sure why. Likely, Seven would notice that Farren’s response–while characteristic of the behavior he’d be familiar with–was not entirely what one would consider familiar or friendly. It was more distant than Farren probably had treated him in the past. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Unfortunately…the process seems to have forced me to leave many things behind, much of my memory included,”[/b][/color] Farren said, his piercing eyes shifting subtly as he took in Seven’s features.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Though I can tell I knew you…”[/b][/color] Farren added, frowning slightly as he trailed off. He rather wished he could remember, but nothing was forthcoming.