Zane Shadolen
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Post by Zane Shadolen on Apr 15, 2016 2:51:24 GMT -8
Umgul City - Starport
I smile while following Zane towards the cockpit, his delight a joy to behold. I nod, my lips pursed in thought, as Zane explains he believes our path is one that leads to Dantooine. As it is where Adieumus was last known to be, it seems a logical place to begin to search for him as, even if he has moved on since he was last known to be there, there may be some semblance of a trail to pick up and follow.
I smile, shaking my head when Zane apologizes without breaking his conversational stride to let him know there hat is no need to apologize, and nod once again when he explains that he may have friends in Garang city able to assist us. A faint wave of melancholy wells within me as my thoughts, naturally enough given our destination, turn to Yahz'hu, my old and dear friend who was from Dantooine, and who was - as it has come to seem that so many of those I hold dear are - taken from this world and into whatever lays beyond it before what most consider to be a natural span of time, but I set those thoughts aside in order to better focus instead on the rest of what Zane has to say.
Tchin, my right lekku swishes behind my back to curl its prehensile tip around the outside of my hip as, after pondering the question of whether or not our interests would best be served by traveling incognito, I say, "It would probably be best to conceal the fact we are Jedi for a time, yes. Adieumus and whatever allies he has with him will undoubtedly be watching for any sign of Jedi pursuit, and there are other forces that would not welcome the presence of those of our Order, so I believe Zane's suggestion is sound in this instance; there are times when announcing who and what we are is desirable, and others when concealing those things is the wiser choice. I purse my lips in thought once more, wondering what guise it would be best to travel under, and ultimately decide to throw out a few suggestions to see whether any seem to strike a chord in Zane, Simple, innocent travelers perhaps? Smugglers, for a less . . . harmless guise? Or did you have something particular in mind when you made the suggestion?"
*With a grin on his face, he said one word. "Cartographers." He realized that the two of them would seem an unlikely pair for that field, but he continued. "No, honestly -- I realize it seems like a far stretch, but, we could easily pass for cartographers." He gestures to the rest of his ship, patting the console beside him with an admiring look in his eyes. "This vessel is a JumpMaster 5000. We can easily say that we've been tasked by the Core governments to map the furthest reaches of our star system. With our last port of haven being Umgul, our story would be believable. It's in the Mid-Rim, on the opposite side of the galaxy. By the time we reach Dantooine, it will naturally be time to both refuel and restock before heading out to 'map' this next sector beyond Bastion. This vessel was built for these long treks out into the galaxy. They're bound to go for it--"Just then, he was reminded of something that Serrin said...and it irked him. "Given your record where landings are concerned, I don't imagine it will be long at all before you've restored the character that may have been lost due to Percival's meticulous nature and desire to restore her to an all but new state." |
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Franz Delgrave
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Post by Franz Delgrave on Apr 17, 2016 9:09:33 GMT -8
Franz closed his eyes briefly upon feeling Ayodele brushing his cheek gently, even if her hand was cool, quite honestly, he did not care nor was he bothered by it, actually to him, her touch was warm and very gentle. He just enjoyed that nearness, and he was simply glad that she was willingly doing those little things that set him at ease. Glancing at her briefly with a noticeable smile, he inclined his head knowingly, but said nothing because quite honestly, he had preferred not to as he was very capable of saying the wrong thing anyways and he wasn't suave, at least not anymore, so he just preferred not to say a thing, at least until he felt her ruffling his hair.
That, it made him chuckle briefly and he just ended up taking her hand holding it with his own before he brought her hand up to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. It was only when they were nearing at their destination that he released her hand and engaged the landing procedures of the airspeeder. He was still listening to her, that was a no brainer and when he finally settled the airspeeder down to a parking spot close to the Hallowed Grounds, he turned to look at her and took her hand again. "They are good people and I am sure that they have found you lovely as well." Franz said sincerely, after all Elika, Lily and Crystal did spend a little while speaking with Ayodele before, and they seemed to be getting along nicely. "The no drama rule, is not in effect any longer," He replied with a knowing smile before shrugging nonchalantly and chuckling briefly. "After all, Lily is no longer around, considering I am sure she is the one who enforces those kind of rules, but it's just me and you and you can ask me anything at all." Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, Franz glanced briefly towards the Hallowed Grounds there and smiled once more. "Shall we?" He suggested softly but he did not make any movements just yet to exit the airspeeder, instead, he just looked at Ayodele with a faint grin. His heart was beating faster that much he was aware of, but he knew that if he might chicken himself out if he didn't do it now.
Placing his free hand to her cheek and brushing her skin gently with his thumb, he leaned forward to peck her lips softly, or at least that was what he was going to do if she allowed him.
Vinoly Architectural - The following day
Inputting the appointment for Elika onto the datapad after it had been decided, Franz bade his farewell to Helaine with a genuine and friendly smile and he even shook her hand. When she was gone, he finally could relax and at least stop playing pretend, but he still looked at Elika with an amused chuckle and shook his head. "Remember that evening when I gave you a choice between calling me that way or kicking me?" Franz said with an amused tone, he nudged Elika teasingly before rolling his eyes and just lifted both of his hands in surrender. "If you start spouting legal jargon on me, I won't even complain but I will just say this once and for all, you are playing unfair my dear Architect." Franz said teasingly before picking his datapad back and pocketing it before he cleared out the cups that had been used by both Helaine and Elika. He then proceeded to make another cup of caf for Elika since she would probably need it.
"Fortunately for you though, I quickly assimilate things and am a quick learner, therefore you do not have to do this by your lonesome and I will gladly play your assistant." Franz sincerely said, considering that after all he would still have to be on point for he would still be going with Elika visiting the sites, and he really had to have everything covered so to speak, he already warned Horsea to forge a dossier, a believable one about him and what he did, in this case architecture apprentice, and afterwards, he would just roll with things, like he did earlier. Finally sitting down in front of Elika's desk, after grabbing a blank datachip to transfer everything he had copied previously from Helaine, he leaned on the table and looked at Elika dubiously. "I am surprised though that Andros hasn't sent a representative for his raceways project just yet..." Franz thoughtfully said, but he figured that was a different matter, though one that sooner or later might be broached and something also told him that if Andros got wind that Helaine hired Elika to do this, the Vice Governor might blow a fuse. "Don't worry, they don't know, or at least I haven't told them anything at all." Franz told her sincerely with a faint nod, finally placing that chip in front of her, Franz looked at her smiling. "So, tell me, where should I actually start, boss?"
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Delaana Wan
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Post by Delaana Wan on Apr 17, 2016 11:52:54 GMT -8
Standing back for a little while seeing that Elika was speaking with Andros, Lana waited there patiently and noticed Andros' glare, or meaningful glance, whichever it was, Lana was unfazed in a way but she also understood in a way. Either way, she had an hour or two max with Elika while Andros tended to what he had to tend to in his office after dropping off Ice and her son. Waving her hand when she noticed them leave, she finally looked at Elika with a warm smile before taking the architect's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Smiling as she turns and reaches out for Delaana's hand and entwines her fingers with the Hapan's, Elika tries to think of something either funny or witty to say, but, as she finds herself more than a bit nervous now that she and Delaana are alone even though she has been looking forward to just that, merely winds up asking coyly, "So?"
"Just you and I, my Shakal," Winking playfully and leading her towards the entrance that would lead them down to her apartment, Lana added on softly. "But first let's do get indoors and get warm..."
Nebulosity Apartments
Leading Elika towards her apartment, Lana opened the door and welcomed her inside of a cozy three rooms apartment, the living room was well furnished and had a library there with multiple books and there was also a fireplace considering that from time to time it could get cold here, but either way it was cozy, and a place Lana called home. Turning the lights on, Lana looked at Elika and smiled warmly. "Please make yourself at home," She said as she closed the door behind them and walked straight towards the kitchen that was open to the living room, "Would you like anything to drink, or eat maybe?" Lana asked dubiously after she placed her bag onto the counter there and kept her attention onto Elika.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 18:57:53 GMT -8
Umgul City - Starport
I frown as, in the midst of explaining his reasoning for electing to choose to portray cartographers as we embark upon the mission we've assigned to ourselves, Zane returns to an earlier comment I had made which, judging by his tone and the fact it had disturbed him enough to warrant the return to it, was not taken in the spirit in which it had been made. Removing my frown, adopting instead a neutral expression and tone that I hope will prevent any unintended characterization being applied to them as had been cast upon my earlier comment, I lift my hands in the universal gesture of apology and surrender while explaining, "My comment was intended as simple banter, Zane, not as a genuine expression of my estimation of your piloting skills. Forgive me if that was unclear."
Ignoring with an increasingly familiar ease the laughter of my doppleganger as she applauds sarcastically and suggests that the time I spent alone on Bimmisaarai has left my skill in communicating with others somewhat lacking, I say, "Cartographers it is, expressing my approval of the idea with a nod of my head; it is a role I believe Zane I will be able to play convincingly enough given we are both likely to have enough experience and familiarity with the subject matter one would expect a cartographer to be well versed in from our respective travels. Given that asking whether or not he might need any help preparing to set out courts a return to a clearly sensitive subject for him, I refrain from offering my help and instead clasp Zane's shoulder gently to silently convey he need not feel embarrassed for having felt he needed to defend his piloting skills when it was my careless comment that at fault while saying, I should let the Council and others know of your recovery, and of our mission," before heading aft from the cockpit to give Zane some space as, while he gets us underway, I send word to the Council and to others.
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Zane Shadolen
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Post by Zane Shadolen on Apr 18, 2016 23:00:55 GMT -8
As he felt the presence of the Jedi Master leave, Zane physically dragged his hand down the front of his face in a gesture of exasperation and embarrassment.*He would have plenty to apologize for later. His emotions shouldn't have gotten the better of him, and he knew that. Still, she had agreed with him as far as their cover story. Inwardly, Zane berated himself again, as cooler heads seemed able to prevail -- and his was not among them. It wouldn't sit well with him for the remainder of their journey; so Zane would do like any other who was brought to humility by his own admission. He'd apologize as soon as he had the ship well on its way to Dantooine.*You've really gotta work on your level of patience, man. Your anxiety, too. No reason to go over the deep end and take it all out on her. None at all.
It wasn't too much longer; the main engine had finished its final spool-cycle, and the shielding generator was fully-primed. Zane finished the last of the pre-flight checks, and double-checked his navicomputer status to ensure the correct destination had been locked in.*Zane was lucky. The recovery team responsible for gathering whatever was left of the ship must have been able to find the nav-comp's black box, as well as his primary systems' one. He'd had to allow the system to reconfigure the allotted power requirements -- no matter how good Percy was at restoring the old systems, some of the hardware that his mother had installed into his old ship wasn't "factory-made". Zane knew already that the slaved systems alone would take him years to replace; and that was even if the parts still existed elsewhere in the galaxy. Still, even with the ship being returned to "like-new" condition with most of the factory parts, and it being less-efficient than his old systems, the navicomputer logged their trip in at just under three days, Galactic Standard.*Once Zane had finished with all of the ancillary checks, he began liftoff procedures. Comming the spaceport's lead tower, he transferred his departure information to their servers.
"Attention, Umgul Tower, this is JM-5K Jedi Transport 'Kressham's Rest', requesting permission to launch at this time, over."
He waited a moment for their response, which came through his headset just a minute or so later. As it did, the flood of data poured over his screen giving him departure vectors, incoming traffic to be aware of, and even weather bulletins. Apparently, there was a storm approaching from the South-West. Zane would steer clear.
"Thank you, Umgul Tower, we will proceed with caution. 'Til next time! And I promise, I'll try not to crash into the Nature Preserve - or at all, for that matter - when next I visit. May the Force be with you."
Engaging his systems, the engines spooled up, lifting the vessel off its landing gear for the first time in quite a while. He steered the ship out, being careful to adjust the yoke accordingly, as the gear stowed itself away. It was then that the vessel lifted up out of the bay, and took off on its departure vector towards the sky...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 18:52:10 GMT -8
"The no drama rule, is not in effect any longer," He replied with a knowing smile before shrugging nonchalantly and chuckling briefly. "After all, Lily is no longer around, considering I am sure she is the one who enforces those kind of rules, but it's just me and you and you can ask me anything at all." Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, Franz glanced briefly towards the Hallowed Grounds there and smiled once more. "Shall we?" He suggested softly but he did not make any movements just yet to exit the airspeeder, instead, he just looked at Ayodele with a faint grin. His heart was beating faster that much he was aware of, but he knew that if he might chicken himself out if he didn't do it now.
Placing his free hand to her cheek and brushing her skin gently with his thumb, he leaned forward to peck her lips softly, or at least that was what he was going to do if she allowed him.
Patting his bicep, Ayodele laughs while reminding him, "Oh, you have told me that some tales are not yours alone to tell, yes, and you have told me that some habits are difficult to break after they have been indulged for so long, so you need not repeat those things again now. I think, Ayodele lifts a cool index finger to tap the tip of Franz's nose, there is something deeper to it than that, Franz. Why is it that you feel you must hide and conceal so much so often?" |
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Franz Delgrave
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Post by Franz Delgrave on Apr 26, 2016 13:13:44 GMT -8
Chuckling lowly and shaking his head after hearing Ayodele's words, Franz did not actually have in mind to sidetrack her or anything, far from him to be quite honest, also the fact that she did not pull away that was enough for him but at the same time, he had not felt her returning the peck, so that really wasn't a 'win' for him, but still he had to keep in mind that still she did not pull away, right? Stepping away from the airspeeder after making sure that he had engaged the security lock and all, Franz walked towards the Hollowed Grounds with her.
The Hollowed Grounds
Opening the door door for her, to let her in first, he knew that thus far he had not spoken just yet and he indeed did consider everything that she had been saying, and everything she had just said, those were the truth, he admitted that much. Breathing softly and finally walking inside, he just took her hand and looked at her with a meaningful and sincere expression. "It's the whole fact that I am not used to this," Franz told her softly briefly looking downwards and closing his eyes in the process. "Also because a part of me doesn't want to be that liability, to them, to anyone I care about." He knew that perhaps he wouldn't make much sense and considering that he also knew for a fact that she did not seem to be following the local news, she couldn't have known the whole story, how she was standing next to a supposedly killer this whole afternoon.
But it was more than that also, out of all of them, he was virtually unknown and he preferred to stay away from the spotlight and not be known for who he truly was, at least he didn't want all of that in the open, not when he knew it could endanger them but also her. "Here, why don't we take a seat first." Franz told her softly gesturing to that empty table, leaving her the choice of course, that was undeniable. "And perhaps by the end of the night, you will understand why I feel like I have to hide and conceal so much..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2016 19:02:46 GMT -8
"I don't understand why we didn't choose something more close to home as the theme for our party," Helaine observes with moderate interest while, as she and Lyov discuss their plans, swiping her index finger across the screen of her datapad to advance to the next image depicting one of the dresses she is considering for the evening in question.
"To demonstrate an ability to think beyond Umgul alone, Lyov explains with the faintest hint of impatience as he has spoken the subject often enough in the past that he would think his apprentice would have understood the reasoning behind the choice without the need for him to explain it once again, which is something the current government has, time after time, failed to . . ."
Hiding her amused smile behind the screen of her datapad as she lifts it to get a closer look at the dress she is currently examining, Helaine cuts her master off because she knows it will aggravate him nearly as much as her entirely feigned lack of understanding of his strategy does, "Oh, yes, they have done that. Or not done that is more accurate, isn't it? Anyway, she waves a hand dismissively, I suppose you're right, it can't hurt to show you care about the things going on on other worlds, can it? Bigger picture and all that."
"Just so," Lyov says curtly, not entirely unaware of the fact Helaine often pretends to lack patience and the wit to follow all his plans, most likely in his estimation to try and lead him to underestimate her true capabilities and lull him into a false sense of superiority that she no doubt like nothing more than to capitalize on when the time comes that she feels he can teach her nothing more or advance her own ambitions no further.
"Yes, just," Helaine says, tapping her fingers on the screen of her datapad after deciding which dress to purchase for the charity dinner they will be very publicly hosting on the evening that Strilath the Hutt is, also very publicly, executed by their shape-changing assassin, in the guise of Andros Vyridian. Whether or not the ploy succeeds in causing the Mist Order's leaders to reconsider their current conclusions where the identity of the culprit lays is immaterial in Helaine's opinion, for it is the opinion of Umgul's general public that matters to her and Lyov's plans. Smiling to herself as she thinks of her own personal addition to the plan, which she has not yet shared with her Master, Helaine sets her datapad down after purchasing the dress she had selected, wondering how long it will take for the holonews to begin reporting on the latest crime to be lain at the feet of Umgul's Vice Governor. The next victim should, Helaine believes, make for some most entertaining fare while the wait for Strilath's public execution goes on.
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Post by Ice Matango on Apr 27, 2016 1:24:19 GMT -8
Umgul City - Andros & Ice
After Andros had dropped Elika and Delaana off at Delaana's apartment building and saying their goodbyes, he brought the speeder up again before turning to look at Ice.
Arching an eyebrow, Ice met his gaze while she held a sleepy Lukas in her lap. Looking thoughtful for a moment, she smiled slightly then spoke in a low tone. "Go do what you have to do. You know where to find me when you're done." She smiled again before looking down as he headed the speeder toward the Misty Lodge, Lukas stirring in her lap a little bit while they sped toward their destination.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2016 19:08:55 GMT -8
The Hollowed Grounds
Opening the door door for her, to let her in first, he knew that thus far he had not spoken just yet and he indeed did consider everything that she had been saying, and everything she had just said, those were the truth, he admitted that much. Breathing softly and finally walking inside, he just took her hand and looked at her with a meaningful and sincere expression. "It's the whole fact that I am not used to this," Franz told her softly briefly looking downwards and closing his eyes in the process. "Also because a part of me doesn't want to be that liability, to them, to anyone I care about. . . Here, why don't we take a seat first." Franz told her softly gesturing to that empty table, leaving her the choice of course, that was undeniable. "And perhaps by the end of the night, you will understand why I feel like I have to hide and conceal so much..."
Reaching across the table to place both of her chilly hand over his, Ayodele looks into Franz's eyes meaningfully as, without the playfulness of her usual tone, she says, "I would not have you be a liability to those you care for, Franz. Hide and conceal what you feel you must, she bids him emphatically, unless and until you feel you need no longer do so. Giving Franz's hands a squeeze, the playful glint returns to her eyes and her tone resumes its lightness as she says, If the night ends and I understand no more than I do, that will be perfectly fine." |
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 18:57:41 GMT -8
Vinoly Architectural - Tomorrow
Arching an eyebrow incredulously as Franz begins what sounds like a sincere campaign to be utilized as an assistant in truth rather than simply as a part of his unexpectedly clandestine effort to act as her bodyguard, Elikapeka is waving her hands to signal him to stop even before he has wrapped his speech up with a tidy where-can-I-start? bow. Reminding herself not to take out her frustration with the whole bodyguard situation on Franz when he is simply following orders even though that line of reasoning is not one she herself has ever felt justifies anything at all, Elika does her best to sound calm, reasonable, and downright cheerful as she says, "Franz, really, just relax, or do whatever you'd normally do while doing the whole bodyguard thing, okay? I appreciate the offer, I do, but I don't even wa. . . I don't have an assistant, Elika says after taking a breath and putting a smile back on, right? I don't want to get spoiled, and I'm sure that you will find it easier to watch out for all the dangers and threats just hurtling towards me, Elika forces a laugh as she realizes that she is sounding bitchy despite her intention not to do just that, and then forges on with renewed cheer, I mean, look, you have a job to do too, right? You can't very well be a bodyguard while being an assistant, can you? So, Elika takes off her glasses and cleans the lenses on a sleeve, thank you again for the offer, but I can manage, okay? Okay, Elika says with a decisive not she hopes will end the whole discussion then and there, I should really get started, so why don't you just go outside and secure the perimeter or whatever?"
Nebulosity Apartments - Today
Though she is usually endlessly fascinated by the spaces beings create for themselves through the ways they choose to decorate them, and could happily spend a great deal of time examining the things that Delaana has chosen to fill her living space with, Elikapeka resists the temptation to linger in the living area to meander around reading book titles or looking at bric-a-brac to try and gain a sense for what is revealed in such details, instead following Delaana into the kitchen even though, being Elika, she has begun to feel increasingly awkward and clumsy, able to think only of ways she can embarrass herself or ruin the evening rather simply enjoy the moment.
"I like the, um, Elika gestures vaguely over a shoulder towards the living room, her mouth feeling too dry, fireplace and your, uh, library. It's, you know, really cool, I mean, um, nice to see actual books. Nodding and tugging at her sleeves as she looks around at the kitchen to avoid meeting Delaana's gaze for fear of seeing just how badly she is messing things up with her inane babble and foundationless nervousness, Elika laughs skittishly and says, Oh, um, you asked a question, didn't you? I mean, I know you did, I was listening, I just . . . Taking a deep breath and uttering another laugh, Elika manages to collect herself just a little bit as, biting her thumbnail as she sets her backpack purse on the counter and begins digging around in it as though searching for something even though she has no idea what it is she is looking for as she says, Stim-caf would be great, if it isn't. um, too much trouble? Or tea, tea would be fine too, uh huh. Frowning as she suddenly worries that Delaana might not be in the mood for tea or stim-caf, Elika tacks on, Or, you know, whatever you're in the mood for is fine too, my Ceesi."
Umgul City - Nighttime, sometime after today and tomorrow - Outside Law office of Varik Monite
Feeling bloated and as though her bladder is about to explode, the Clawdite assassin Anila Kori - currently wearing the face and form of a Vyridian twin she has endeavored to make suggestive of Andros more than Atlantis - lowers her electrobinoculars and looks at her handheld scanner to see how many beings are still in the office building her current target is, fortunately for his family, still working away in. Impersonating a Vyridian twin, unfortunately for Anila, who is not quite as tall or muscular as the brothers are, required that the Clawdite take on additional mass in the form of water weight, which has left her feeling a bit less comfortable in her own skin - which looks like the skin of another - than she would prefer, and which she hopes will not complicate the evening's unexpected bit of work.
Her employer's additional request, to eliminate Monite, came out of left field, and will more likely than not, in Anila's estimation, only make the attention and scrutiny currently being riveted on Umgul's Vice Governor more intense; though she knows from her other instructions and impending targets that, if her employer is who she believes him to be, that does not matter at all in the eyes of her employer since she has been hired to wear his face as she carries out his instructions.
Her scanner has revealed that, aside from a few other beings in offices on floors other than the one on which Monite's office is located, the doomed lawyer is isolated enough to make carrying out his assassination swiftly and without complication all but guaranteed, and so Anila steps out of her airspeeder and pulls the hood of her dark cloak back off her head so that any security cameras in or on the law office building will easily see that it is beyond the shadow of a doubt that Andros (or maybe Atlantis, having a particularly bad day if the fiercely scowling, contemptuous expression she has chosen is any indication) Vyridian is responsible for what she intends to do as she strides, with a lightsaber hilt featuring a cup-shaped guard openly held down at her side, resolutely towards the front entrance of the building across the street from where her airspeeder has been parked.
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Post by Delaana Wan on May 7, 2016 13:20:46 GMT -8
Nebulosity Apartments - Today
Though she is usually endlessly fascinated by the spaces beings create for themselves through the ways they choose to decorate them, and could happily spend a great deal of time examining the things that Delaana has chosen to fill her living space with, Elikapeka resists the temptation to linger in the living area to meander around reading book titles or looking at bric-a-brac to try and gain a sense for what is revealed in such details, instead following Delaana into the kitchen even though, being Elika, she has begun to feel increasingly awkward and clumsy, able to think only of ways she can embarrass herself or ruin the evening rather simply enjoy the moment.
"I like the, um, Elika gestures vaguely over a shoulder towards the living room, her mouth feeling too dry, fireplace and your, uh, library. It's, you know, really cool, I mean, um, nice to see actual books. Nodding and tugging at her sleeves as she looks around at the kitchen to avoid meeting Delaana's gaze for fear of seeing just how badly she is messing things up with her inane babble and foundationless nervousness, Elika laughs skittishly and says, Oh, um, you asked a question, didn't you? I mean, I know you did, I was listening, I just . . . Taking a deep breath and uttering another laugh, Elika manages to collect herself just a little bit as, biting her thumbnail as she sets her backpack purse on the counter and begins digging around in it as though searching for something even though she has no idea what it is she is looking for as she says, Stim-caf would be great, if it isn't. um, too much trouble? Or tea, tea would be fine too, uh huh. Frowning as she suddenly worries that Delaana might not be in the mood for tea or stim-caf, Elika tacks on, Or, you know, whatever you're in the mood for is fine too, my Ceesi."
"Like I have said earlier, feel free to make yourself at home and look around, after all it's only fair after you have shown me your studio, right?" Winking playfully and turn to get that stim caf prepared, Lana did just that though did not add any cream or sugar into the cups, especially Elika's, considering that she just didn't know just yet how she liked her stim-caf. Bringing everything over the living room after placing everything on the tray, Lana placed that on the coffee table there in front of the couch before grabbing her spectacles from its case there and put those on. "I have no idea if you wanted cream or sugar, or actually how much you want that in your caf, so it's something you will have to show me, so I know for the next time." Lana said with amused grin before looking at their environment, she did have several actual books and a few plants here and there to at least make her home more welcoming, plus there were a few pictures around of landscapes she had visited, Christophsis, Vanqor, and Hoth. There was a time back then when Lana enjoyed taking her own holopictures, but for those three stills, she just bought them because she just found them fascinating.
"So tell me, my Shakal, would it be too much of a bother if tomorrow I invited you for lunch or even dinner?" Lana asked teasingly before tilted her head on the side finally fixing up her own caf after Elika added some cream and sugar into hers. Taking a sip of the warm liquid after blowing gently, Lana kept on looking at Elika with a warm gaze. |
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Post by Franz Delgrave on May 8, 2016 5:44:31 GMT -8
The Hallowed Grounds
Part of him was really grateful, just really thankful that Ayodele was just teasing him for his secrecy for what he had been concealing, but there was also that other part of him that felt guilty because after all to a certain extent even the things said in a joking manner had some truth in there. Still he had said nothing for now, for he was still looking at her in silence, what, or how he felt right now was just somewhat frightening for him to a certain extent. Thankfully though, her cool hands seemed to be anchoring him, what he had found odd before, that cool sensation from her, turned into something comforting to him. Finally smiling and deciding on the spot to keep that mood light, Franz tilted his head slightly on the side, "You are one mystery that is hard to follow, sometimes, I hope you know." He told her teasingly just turning his hands to give her a gentle squeeze in return before releasing one of her hands, still he kept her other hand in his and asked softly. "Stim-caf and something to nibble on like yesterday?"
After confirmation or rectification of what she wanted, Franz turned to look at the waitress there and placed in Ayodele's orders but also his, which only consisted of caf, because he wasn't hungry just yet at all. "So earlier, you have told me to hide and conceal what I must but there are still a lot of things that I can talk about entirely." Franz said with a chuckle before shrugging briefly. "That one thing about me, where I don't really make it that entirely a public knowledge about what I really do?" Franz started to explain thoughtfully and sincerely. "It's because it's by choice," Franz had looked around to make sure that people weren't within earshot, or at least weren't prying too much in this conversation. "A few or most you have met today, they are known and are continuously in public eye, and I'd rather not be for the simple reason that I have more margins to do what needs to be done when they are unable. If that makes sense." Franz explained thoughtfully, Andros was known as the Vice-Governor of Umgul and was therefore a target, the ones impersonating him was very aware of that, and was just dragging his cousin's name in the mud and by extension Atlantis'. If the majority of the population here didn't know who Franz was or what he did, except for a few students, but then Franz didn't really focus onto the Force whenever teaching, well he'd rather keep it that way. "And like I have said, I don't want to be any one's liability, a lot are already thinking about a lot of things, especially with what is happening lately..."
Vinoly Architectural - Tomorrow
"Okay." Franz just looked at Elika with a frown and nodded, he figured that she just like he was just uncomfortable with this situation but his orders were his orders and at the same time, Franz only had wanted to help her out, by any means possible, but he guessed he was just in her way, and was just hindering her progress. He was just trying to act, and be there as a friend, but he guessed that wasn't what Elika had wanted, he was sure that she'd prefer he weren't there at all. "I apologize for going over what I was supposed to originally do, it won't happen again, Ms. Hekekia." Franz said sincerely as his posture instantly shifted and his facial expression went back to seriousness. Turning on his heels, and grabbing his datapad to send a message that he was reluctant to send previously. Franz finally stepped out of Elika's office and closed the door behind him to keep an eye out on things around this place, though at least he could stop pretending for now on being an intern...
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 18:34:41 GMT -8
Umgul City - Nighttime, sometime after today and tomorrow - Outside Law office of Varik MoniteAnila steps out of her airspeeder and pulls the hood of her dark cloak back off her head so that any security cameras in or on the law office building will easily see that it is beyond the shadow of a doubt that Andros (or maybe Atlantis, having a particularly bad day if the fiercely scowling, contemptuous expression she has chosen is any indication) Vyridian is responsible for what she intends to do as she strides, with a lightsaber hilt featuring a cup-shaped guard openly held down at her side, resolutely towards the front entrance of the building across the street from where her airspeeder has been parked.
The first scene to greet Varik is a view of a large gathering of sign bearing protesters gathered outside of Umgul City's Mist Government Building, with a reporter shouting over the chanting and yelling of the crowds behind them. . . . .no official statement yet being made by the Vice Governor or anyone representing the Mist Government, concerned citizens have gathered outside City Hall to demand that official action be taken in response to the recent . . .
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. . . what do we, the public, really know about Andros Vyridian, or his twin brother for that matter? Their records are sealed, unavailable to . . .
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. . . begs the question, especially with Raan Jade not having been seen in at least . . .
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. . . ridiculous that neither twin is in custody as of yet, and that Atlantis Vyridian has even been allowed to be a part of the investigation . . .
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. . . coming to you live from the home of local philanthropist Lyov Entin, where a charity dinner is being held to raise funds for . . .
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. . . government invited tragedies just like these when they openly declared that Dark Siders were welcome on Umgul. What did they think would . . .
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. . . don't even know what the Mist Order's underlying philosophy or teachings are. We do know, however, that they refused to be a part of the Jedi Order. Now, why would the Mist Order do that unless . . .
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Tossing his remote aside after nothing in the holonews catches his attention and he switches it back off, nearly all the reports sounding like variations of the stories that have been running constantly since the startling revelation of Andros Vyridian's suspected involvement in the recent killings, Varik sighs and decides to pack up for the night so that he can continue his research from the comfort of his home.
As he enters the building's main lobby, Varik looks over towards the security desk when he hears the guard on duty speaking loudly to someone.
One hand on the blaster holstered on his hip, the guard holds the other out as addresses the Clawdite impersonating a Vyridian twin, "Hold it right there, sir. I'm going to have to ask you to surrender your weapon, the guard continues in a steady voice despite his tension and fear, and wait for additional personnel to be contacted, sir. I'm sure you understand my concerns." |
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 22:46:10 GMT -8
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Taking her spectacles off and tossing then angrily on her desk after Franz has left, Elikapeka leans forward and rests her head in her hands as she tries to keep herself from throwing something at the door, from shouting after Franz, or from just plain shouting to vent her anger. She isn't angry with the door, Elika knows, any more than she is angry with Franz, who was almost certainly justified in his calm but clear rebuke, which was only an entirely understandable reaction to her earlier not so calm outburst. Elika sighs, telling herself that she probably should not be angry with Andros or Atlantis either, even though she does blame them both to a large extent for putting her and Franz in the position that has put them in their current state of discontent with one another when they have always been comfortable with one another before. Before she lets herself start blaming herself too much, as she knows she will do with little reason or rhyme, Elika reminds herself that she never asked to be put under anyone's protection, and that being routinely deprived of the independence and privacy most individuals in the universe enjoy would probably prove frustrating enough to make even the most patient of beings pissy from time to time.
Shaking her head as she realizes that, due to her mood, she is probably not going to be very productive at all, Elika reaches out for her spectacles and looks over towards a wall chrono to see how long she has before she can reasonably call it a day and go home to her studio to try and see if she can get into the right frame of mind to work there instead. Sighing when she sees it is way too early to dip out, Elika decides to do a bit of preliminary research in the form of digging through the holonet for the pictures she remembers seeing of Lyov and Helaine's home from their different charity functions. Doing so, Elika thinks, might give her a few ideas about the kinds of spaces the couple prefers to create for themselves, which will inform her project for them.
Nebulosity Apartments - Today
Delaana's gentle touch and peck have the desired effect, calming Elikapeka's easily frayed nerves to some degree, and her smile is not quite as forced when, as she squeezes Delaana's hand before her host goes to make the stim-caf they have decided upon, she says, "Well, so long as it's no trouble, my Ceesi," and then laughs as she nods in response to Delaana's request that she make herself at home.
Berating herself for her inability to simply relax and enjoy the moment without worrying while also trying to let her familiar anxieties and fears go for at least a little while, Elika wanders absently around the living room of Delaana's apartment while waiting for her host to return. The room is less cluttered than Elika's own spaces tend to be, though she finds that she feels both intrigued by and comfortable in the area all the same due to the books and landscapes that represent things she and Delaana appreciate in common, and Elika finds the confirmation of such common ground reassuring to some degree as, Elika being Elika, it makes her feel more hopeful that she will continue to be of interest to someone like Delaana, whose interest in her still at times feels baffling and as though it might fade at any moment when she realizes what a bundle of crazy Elika feels she is.
Turning from her absent examination of one of the plants in the room when Delaana' returns and sets the tray down on the table in front of the couch, Elika smiles and nods as she says, "Deal, but I expect to learn how you take yours too so I know for next time too, and then crinkling her nose as she looks up and replays that in her head to see if it sounds as confusing in there as it seemed to sound to her aloud. Lifting a hand and rubbing her forehead as she shakes her head while walking towards the couch to sit down, Elika groans and says only partly jokingly, I really need to work on thinking before I talk. As she begins to add sugar and cream to her stim-caf, Elika smiles when Delaana asks her question, laughing as she looks over and says with a self deprecating laugh, If you have to ask, my Ceesi, I'm doing something very, very wrong. The left corner of her lip curling up to slowly change her smile into a kittenishly flirtatious one, Elika crinkles her nose and, having momentarily found her courage, admits plainly, 'Cause, in case it hasn't been really, really obvious, I'm pretty taken with you. Groaning again with a laugh, Elika covers her eyes after setting her spoon down, saying, Okay, see, that sounded a lot better in my head. So, um, yes, she says, trying to regain her dignity as she cleans the lenses of her spectacles on her sleeve while using a thumb to make sure it does not move enough to reveal her scars, I mean, no, it wouldn't be a bother at all, my Ceesi. I'd love to see you again tomorrow, for either dinner or lunch."
Umgul City - Nighttime, sometime after today and tomorrow - Front Lobby of Law office of Varik Monite
Andros Vyridian, Anila thinks when the security guard trys to halt her progress, is probably not the sort to chat when taking care of business, and so she does not reply verbally to the guard. Lifting her free hand, the shadow folds of her hooded robe concealing the repulsor-based tech she has cobbled together, Anila sneers as, without slowing or altering her stride, she activates the device attached to her forearm, sending a repulsor wave out towards the security guard that should not only violently send him sailing back into the wall behind the desk, but also look to any observers just like a Force push would look.
Activating the lightsaber she holds down at her side, Anila turns her gaze towards Monite, who has conveniently emerged in the lobby, making her job all the easier. Lifting the humming crimson hued blade to point towards her intended victim as though marking him, Anila sneers with the face of a Vyridian twin as, keeping her eyes on Varik, she also remains aware of and ready to handle the security guard if the repulsor wave did not render him unconscious . . .
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Post by Delaana Wan on May 11, 2016 13:31:51 GMT -8
Nebulosity Apartments
Truthfully, Lana didn't find anything wrong in what Elika had just said, it was crystal clear to her, but Elika didn't seem to be convinced at all, which was why Lana was smiling genuinely. "I do enjoy hearing you talk, so really whatever goes through your mind, my Shakal, I am sure that I will perfectly comprehend it, which I did previously." Smiling once more, Lana was quick on understanding things and often times, no one needed to spell things out for her. It was often a read between the lines for her like she had often been used to in the past and currently.
Lana also found the fact of Elika coming out of her shell in a certain way, very endearing, and truthfully again, it suited her, but not wanting to point that out, at least not right now, Lana placed her elbow on the back of the couch and turned her body entirely to face Elika while she rested her head onto her hand. "I can also assure you that it sounded nice out loud as well." Lana said sincerely with a mischievous smile before tilting her head briefly on the side. "I have asked because, since I do know what you do for a living, and that you may have plenty of projects to attend to, it was more to test the waters if you were actually free." She said teasingly, which was the truth, Elika being an architect and working for Vinoly, she was certainly bound to have several clients or at least appointments to take care of. "If I am lucky enough then, I would love to go for lunch and dinner with you, that is if of course it won't be much of a bother, for you may be busy." Lana explained softly, and since really they were just at this point, at the start of a relationship, she really didn't want to impose on Elika, nor would she make the architect choose.
Turning to look at their mugs of stim-caf, Lana sat up and leaned over to fix up her coffee and Elika's, hers consisted of cream and little sugar, and after looking at Elika and asking how she actually wanted hers, Lana passed her the mug and picked up the other leaning back against the couch once more. "So..." Laughing softly, really at a loss on where to start there, Lana looked at Elika thoughtfully as she nibbled the corner of her lower lip slightly. "Obviously, I am the one doing something very wrong here, because I cannot even come up with something interesting to say." Which was partially the truth, although, she really didn't want to broach any subjects that Elika might be uncomfortable with, but at the same time, Lana knew that she had to find a pretty safe, at least for now, topic. "Though, I am a little curious, my Shakal," Smiling reassuringly at Elika, there weren't really any gravity in her following question, at least Lana hoped. "Since I have seen that you were in touch with both music and architecture, if you had to pick one, which one would it be, and why? Though if it's a difficult question, you are under no obligations to answer, I promise." Taking a sip of her caf, after blowing softly on it, Lana placed the mug back onto the coffee table and looked at Elika expectantly.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 18:13:10 GMT -8
Umgul City - Nighttime, sometime after today and tomorrow - Front Lobby of Law office of Varik Monite
Lifting her free hand . . . Anila sneers as, without slowing or altering her stride, she activates the device attached to her forearm, sending a repulsor wave out towards the security guard that should not only violently send him sailing back into the wall behind the desk, but also look to any observers just like a Force push would look.
Activating the lightsaber she holds down at her side, Anila turns her gaze towards Monite, who has conveniently emerged in the lobby, making her job all the easier. Lifting the humming crimson hued blade to point towards her intended victim as though marking him, Anila sneers with the face of a Vyridian twin as, keeping her eyes on Varik, she also remains aware of and ready to handle the security guard if the repulsor wave did not render him unconscious . . .
The sounds of others in the lobby running away in panic while screaming or shouting seem to fade into background noise, and all Varik hears with any clarity are the footfalls of the man advancing inexorably towards him, a man he firmly believes to be Andros Vyridian. Varik knows he cannot hope to outrun a Force user any more than he can hope to take one on hand to hand, and so he turns to the one thing he knows he can do better than anyone he has ever encountered, and he tries to successfully argue for his life.
"I won't file the suit, Varik begins in as calm and rational a manner as he can. I'll . . . I'll never practice law again in fact. I'll leave Umgul. Tonight. Please, Varik pleads, holding his hands out imploringly as tears begin to spill from his eyes and his voice grows more and more panicked, I have a family. A wife and two daughters. I swear to you, I'll take them and leave Umgul tonight. And, and I won't say anything to anyone about this. Please, I'm begging you." |
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 17:58:57 GMT -8
The Hallowed Grounds
Laughing lyrically and delightedly when Franz suggests that she is in any way mysterious, Ayodele takes a moment to recover from her amusement before saying truthfully even though not quite completely, "I believe, Franz, that I have answered all inquiries openly and directly, where you, on the other hand, have verbally danced around any which have been directed at you with precious few steps in those dances bringing you anywhere near an answer, open or otherwise." Her statement is true, for Ayodele has strict, self-imposed rules where the deceit necessary for her continued presence among those not of her kind is concerned; and she is always honest, though she allows herself the safety valves of omission and semantic obfuscation when the truth would endanger her carefully constructed and maintained facade of being a near-human.
After stating that she desires only stim-caf for the time being, Ayodele, who moves, as ever, with the languid and fluid, graceful ease of one utterly comfortable with themselves in any situation, rests her chin on top of her hands after lacing her fingers together as, with her perpetually bemused smile, she listens to Franz dance another verbal dance that, when the dance has ended, reveals no more to her than she knew before the dance was begun. Some might find such conversational circumspection frustrating, but Ayodele is possessed of a patience more vast and lasting than most, and has more certain reason to trust that time may lead Franz to trust her enough to dispense with his caution, or to enable her to interpret his verbal dances clearly enough to understand what they represent. The one salient kernel of potentially useful information that Ayodele feels she can take away from Franz's semantic dancing is that, if she is to hope to understand his dancing better in the future, she will need to pay more attention to the holonews than she is accustomed, for it is not the first mention of the intrusion of events into his life and the lives of his friends that Franz has made.
Her tone as playful as ever, Ayodele asks, "So, Franz, you misled me when you said you were a teacher? It sounds to me as though you are a great deal more than that, as I do not believe a mere teacher would need to do what others cannot. With a languid, gracefully regal shrug of her shoulder, Ayodele laughs and gives Franz an easy out from the subject by dismissing it with a gentle jab of a joke, Or perhaps I have only misunderstood you. Your verbal dancing is often dizzying to follow. Which, she adds with a saucy wink as she unfolds her hands and lifts her stim-caf so that she can mime taking a sip of it, I imagine is precisely what it is meant to accomplish."
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Post by Franz Delgrave on May 16, 2016 10:46:44 GMT -8
The Hallowed Grounds
Franz had to admit, at least to himself, for after all that had been the first step before admitting it out loud, Ayodele did have a point there, she did answer everything he had asked and perhaps he had preferred not to get into other matters for the time being because part of him would believe that this could turn into a quid pro quo situation, him asking, and then her asking in return. But even so, even if he did tell her that she could ask him anything, anything at all, there was still that part of him that was so used to being closed off and having a hard time to let out, by choice, perhaps but also for many reasons, some that he had explained previously; some of those stories weren't his to tell and unfortunately often times he was in the midst of those stories whether he liked it or not.
He really was in a conundrum, that was the only way he could define that situation he currently was in, and while he really wanted to tell Ayodele everything, there was also that big part of him that really didn't know how to do so, and also that big part of him also consisted of not wanting to just feel how he had felt before, and that was hurt.
When their stim-caf arrived, he wrapped a hand around his cup and still continued to look at Ayodele impassively at least for now, that was until the corner of his lips tugged into a faint smile. However at that point, he didn't know what it was or why, but at that point, he figured that he would have to just take that leap of faith and he would deal with the consequences whenever those happened. "No, I did not mislead you to begin with, what I said about being a teacher was true." On a certain perspective, or at least his position within the Mist Order made him to be a teacher because they really were lacking some teaching bodies back there. Turning to look around to make sure that no one was really paying attention to them, or at least that no one was listening, Franz finally turned to look at Ayodele and just took a sip of his caf for courage maybe and started to speak. "But most of the time, I go where I am needed to go, whether it's to keep an eye on things, or just blend in to get some information, and for that, I do not have the luxury to be in the news' eyes like some you have met today. And also because in the worse case scenario, in case I am caught they won't really know who I am affiliated to, which is why I always downgrade my presence in the Force and act as not being attuned to it." That was the best explanation he could give at least for now, while back at the Academy, he really did not exhibit that much Force powers, for he often taught some classes that were linked to the techs, that was just the life he had chosen. He was a Sentinel first and foremost after all.
"Though I truly am sorry if I dizzy you with my verbal dancing, but once you see or hear about what the identical brothers are facing up to this day, I am sure that you will perfectly understand." Franz told her sincerely with a faint smile, which was a topic he did not wish to bring up right now, for they were, after all, relatively in a public place, granted that there weren't a lot of people at this time of the day.
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Franz briefly stopped on his track after closing the door behind him and after feeling that brief surge from Elika. He knew that he was at fault there, that much was a given and perhaps he shouldn't have replied to her the way he did, but considering that she did make herself clear that his presence or even help was unneeded, Franz had preferred to draw the line there and let her know that he got it loud and clear what she was trying to convey. After all, he was certain that Elika didn't want this and clearly he knew that perhaps she thought he had no reasons to be here, to be affected to her. But alas, orders were orders and with everything that is currently happening and precisely Andros being targeted by perhaps people that wanted his place, neither Atlantis nor Andros wanted to take a chance there.
Which was why, upon finding a corner where he could just lurk into the shadow, Franz continued to type his message about Helaine being here a few moments ago at Elika's place to hire the architect for a project, and that the site was going to be visited by Elika the following day. And that message was encrypted and instantly sent to Intelligence knowing that Horsea or any one there was going to be able to decrypt it and relay the information to the concerned parties... Either personally or discreetly.
Finally, actually doing his main job on why he truly was here, Franz walked around the premises to make sure everything was in order but at the same time, he still kept that persona of being there because he was an intern and that went along with helping a few people there to just talking with a few about architecture and finding out what style they preferred the most.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 19:03:49 GMT -8
Nebulosity Apartments - Today
Her self-doubt and anxiety so deep-seated that she is only able to take a small measure of comfort from Delaana's reassurances that she not only follows what Elikapeka feel is her inane babbling, but enjoys it as well, Elika nonetheless does her best to at least look relieved since she is able to recognize that Delaana is sincere even though her personality quirks prevent her from being significantly relieved by that sincerity.
Smiling kittenishly with a shy glance down towards her sleeve as she fidgets with it when Delaana says that Elika's admission of being attracted to her, as awkward as it seemed to Elika herself as she said it, was nice to hear, Elika laughs with a shake of her head after Delaana asks whether it would be a bother if they were to plan to have lunch as well as dinner together, "A bother? Not at all, my Cessi, and, she crinkles her nose and manages to meet Delaana's eyes again, really, I think . . I know I'm the lucky one," she concludes sincerely, her chronically low-esteem making it natural for her to feel fortunate, if not more than a little perplexed, to have captured Delaana's attention at all.
Glad that the conversation continues flowing thanks to Delaana, despite her protests that she is unable to think of anything interesting to say, Elika laughs and, comfortable enough to reach over and brush Delaana's hand, says, "Well, I guess it's my turn to reassure you, my Ceesi, that you're not doing anything wrong at all. Trust me, Elika adds softly while leaning over to rest a hand against Delaana's cheek as she kisses her lips softly. Settling back after the briefly lingering kiss has ended, a reflective expression coming over her as she considers Delaana's question, Elika asks after a pause, If I had to pick one as a career, you mean? I'd have to say music, she answers, guessing that she has guessed the aim of the question. Frowning as she considers the second half of the question, Elika goes on, Why? I guess because, even with how anxious performing made me, there's something extremely . . . freeing, rewarding, and . . . exciting about capturing music you hear, she taps the side of her head, up here, and, she extends her hands outward, bringing it out here as close to what you heard inside as you can. Laughing, not sure she has explained herself well, she says, I'm not sure that makes any sense, but architecture has limits imposed by the strengths of materials and so on, and is shaped by the wants of clients, where music is just . . . unadulterated creativity, it's . . . Elika laughs again, covering her face with a hand as she shakes her head, settling on, It's just more rewarding to me I guess, more fulfilling."
Wanting to afford Delaana the same opportunity to share something about herself, Elika reaches over to brush her fingers down Delaana's arm as she asks, "So, if you could do anything you wanted for a living, anything at all, what would it be, and why?"
Umgul City - Nighttime, sometime after today and tomorrow - Front Lobby of Law office of Varik Monite
Her reputation for mercilessness not an unfounded one, Anila pays no heed to the lawyer's blubbering, nor would her hand have been stayed by it were she to listen. Her steps take her within striking range as Varik's tearful, impassioned plea comes to an end, and the humming blood-red blade sings its terrible song as Anila swings it up and out in a decisive stroke that separates Monite's head from his shoulders.
Even as Varik's body crumples to the tiled floor, his head bouncing once before settling several yards to the side of the body, Anila is in motion once more. Keeping the lightsaber ignited as a warning to any that might consider barring her path, the Clawdite assassin strides towards the door to the stairwell beside the turbolifts. Knowing what she knows of those who will be investigating Monite's execution, Anila knows that, in order to leave behind no trail that can be followed, she must not re-enter the mist in the form she has taken on in addition to casting it aside without being captured on any recording device. Inside the stairwell, Anila quickly searches for cameras and, upon finding them, determines the spaces they record and the times of their sweeps so that she can calculate how to execute her escape without leaving any trace behind. Chancing shape will be painful, especially when she must do so at the speed required, and Anila grits her teeth and mentally prepares for the pain after she has plotted her progress from the stairwell to the third floor so that no camera footage will show her transformation.
Stepping out onto the building's third floor, having assumed the form of an elderly, portly and hunchbacked humanoid female since her mass must remain the same no matter what shape she adopts, Anila pauses once sure she is alone and not in danger of being recorded to remove her dark cloak and refashion it into a sari-like garment that transforms her garments into something unlikely to draw attention any more than her wrinkled, unremarkable face, and then, shuffling arthritically and unhurriedly, makes her way to the turbolifts to make good her escape.
Cameras outside of the building will have captured her arrival, their presence in fact an integral part of Anila's plan as she and her employer want a Vyridian to be seen entering the building, and more than one being inside will have undoubtedly contacted the media, law enforcement, emergency services, or some combination thereof, and so it is not likely to be long before the tale is told of the execution of the lawyer that had threatened to file a civil suit against Andros Vyridian, allegedly at the hands of one of the Vyridian siblings.
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