Perspective

[Bee]

If Valin wanted to relieve her of her burden - a durasteel case full of holocrons that weighed something close to fifteen kilograms - she wasn't going to stop him. It wasn't especially heavy, but wedging it beneath her arm for the better part of a drawn-out conversation about law and order and Sith ethics (an oxymoron, to be sure) had left her arm feeling a little bit numb, and she welcomed the chance to shake her limb back into service, fingers flexing with their new found freedom. With that same poodoo-eating grin she wore so well, Eris wrinkled her nose without quite realizing she'd done it, sliding a hand into the pocket of her jacket. "So you are easy," she accused, as though trying to catch him in a lie.

Always the pragmatist, she didn't often don the dark, flowing robes that the Sith were so fond of. Unless she was stuck teaching a class that necessitated more athletic attire, Eris often swanned around in the kind of clothing that no doubt made her more fashion conscious peers sick with envy. The female ones, anyway; it wasn't as though she dressed to cater to the eyes of the hapless men who regarded her as though she might be a thermal detonator with legs. Expensive shoes, pencil skirts that hit the perfect spot just above her knee, tailored jackets and delicate blouses made her look more like a businesswoman than a Sith, and truth be told, Eris hated it, though she was careful to never let it show. The clothes were tight, they restricted her movements, and wearing a face full of makeup just made her feel dirty. Keeping her hair up all day made her scalp hurt, too. But she looked like the kind of woman who could step on someone's throat and make them like it - not to mention it made her appear slightly older, slightly wiser to the ways of the universe - and even if she didn't enjoy wearing the mask, so to speak, Eris understood the importance of keeping up appearances. The former Spymaster - her most accomplished teacher - had taught her how to be a proper lady, and when it came to staring down the likes of the First Justice, it no doubt helped her get her way. Whether or not Valin saw through the facade, she didn't really know. But she as a good actress, better than she gave herself credit for - so it was doubtful that he did.

Staring at the screen of a palm-sized datapad as he walked away, she caught up with a few long, brisk strides, her attention piqued as he stated his intentions so plainly. Common sense told her he was probably joking. There were plenty of laws they could break, both big and small, and no one would dare challenge her authority if they were caught doing so. Being a Cipher was more or less like having a blank check for bad behavior, but as she considered his question a far more interesting idea sprung to mind. She really could put him to work, after all. "That depends, I suppose." Stuffing the device back in her jacket, Eris sized him up as if for the first time, making no effort to hide her wandering gaze. "How good are you with a blaster?"

 

[Cross]

The woman's question had made Valin stop in his tracks. Turning to face the Master, the Acolyte was caught by surprise. There was simply no way he could miss her peering stare, and that had certainly got the cogs in his brain fired up once again. Whatever Eris was up to was most definitely not good, but this hidden proposition had interested him so much that he could almost taste it.

Tilting his head to the side before looking downward, the man would grunt and wince slightly as he moved the fingers in his injured hand. A painful test, but an effective one. The fingers had moved, therefore the arm had not been dislocated or fully fractured, and the majority of muscle tissue was unharmed, otherwise the pain would have claimed him long before then.

With a silent grin, the individual would make his way towards the outside of the building once again. A quick flick of the fingers, and the library door would shoot open. Having now set foot outside of the building, the Acolyte would proceed to gulp down a couple more bacta pills and breathe in a loaf of the fresh Coruscant air. It didn't get much fouler than that, but the man wanted to make a statement. Men are stupid like that, sometimes.

"... Only one way to find out." he said, daringly. That day had definitely started out on an interesting note, so why not see where it led? And, knowing the little devil behind him, whatever was about to follow could only be described as fun.