Khan on the horizon

[myra_reldon]

She had to tell The Shadow. In her mind, Myra could see the leering face of Shiwan Khan clear as day, and he was trying to tell her, Ming Dwan, to come to him. She could feel her feet slip from beneath the covers and hit the cool floor. Like an automaton, she lurched forward, moving toward her bedroom door. It took every ounce of strength as

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[evillurks]

Although he is loathe to admit it, contact with a younger world reminds The Shadow that age has robbed him of some measure of physical prowess. His mental powers, on the other hand, have only grown. When Myra stumbles into the plush, quiet hall of the uptown Rettigue apartment, the intense chaos of her mind and the person her thoughts swirl around are quick to draw his attention. Even as she reaches his door, he strides across the hardwood floor and hurries to fling it open. His expression on finding her there in a nightgown is one of such genuine surprise that it's truly a shame she's in no fit mental state to appreciate it.

"...Myra?!?"

[myra_reldon]

She almost seems to cringe as her name registers, but it does stop her from continuing down the hall. She's trying to hang on to the details spinning around in her head as they try to escape.

"Lǎo hǔ..." She sounds and appears very distracted, but she's working on snapping out of it, the best that someone schooled in little more than simple mental focuses can from an experience like this.

[evillurks]

It is a lucky thing the residents in this particular building have a habit of keeping to themselves. Her presence goes unobserved by anyone else, but The Shadow is quick to reach her, supporting her in her wavering course and more or less whisking her out of the hall and into his apartment. For the moment, he barely even registers her current attire.
As the strong hands guide her, another presence seems to envelop her mind, washing over her like a flood to force Shiwan Khan out. There is a sense of biting cold, of a world of snow and rock, and a very distant sound of chiming bells and gongs.

[myra_reldon]

It feels like coming home to her. The tenseness in her form relaxes as she provides no resistance. The glazed look in her eyes is quickly dissipating and her normal awareness is starting to catch up, somehow retaining a few small pieces of information from the call to service.

Myra blinks, looked back at the door to the apartment, and then up at The Shadow as he looms over her. She's trying to piece together what she has to make a report. The fact that he's not the one who really needs the information, is not important.