Síndri Vaēsahd
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2017
- Messages
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Síndri scratched his cheek wildly. Idle talk and planning made him itchy. Trying to contain himself however, he fidgeted and shifted with at least a pinch of regard for preparation; perhaps only instilled in him by his masters' lashes. But he took to Anz' coddling, mincing the Aqualish's structuring with previous manservants' bathing instruction as a child. Like one of those old slaves serving on temple grounds, Anz was comforting; something Síndri subconsciously gravitated towards and protected. Still, Síndri spent a little more time flicking through the flashes of imagery and feelings than he did listening to Anz currently.
"Loot the criminal empire. That." Síndri pointed to the last words he heard and stretched with a double crack of lower spine digits. He yawned, looking around. And suddenly he realized that both elevator lifts looked the same. "So. Which way is down? And how much further? Are these lifts the only way down? Who goes first? Me or you? Do you think I can pass for one of these guys? I'm not giving up my lightsabers, you know. If they try to take them I'll twist their hands backwards. Nobody touches my lightsabers. Not them. Not you."
"Loot the criminal empire. That." Síndri pointed to the last words he heard and stretched with a double crack of lower spine digits. He yawned, looking around. And suddenly he realized that both elevator lifts looked the same. "So. Which way is down? And how much further? Are these lifts the only way down? Who goes first? Me or you? Do you think I can pass for one of these guys? I'm not giving up my lightsabers, you know. If they try to take them I'll twist their hands backwards. Nobody touches my lightsabers. Not them. Not you."