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[Dwarmin]

((@SC: By later that day, I meant after Jaffar and Kaylee had met.
At least it reinforces Jaffars personality. Luckless bastard.

Eh, time shenanigans!))

He had built his daily schedule to the minute.

8/11-Working on Amelia
12/4-Drinks with Kaylee
5/8-Help Milia with Auction
9/10-Dinner (alone)
11/2-Working on Amelia

Jaffar had then fallen asleep while working, ruining everything. He had been having a very good dream.

Maybe it was exhaustion, or something else, but he had been working on Amelia, and one second he was fine...the next he woke up, face plastered to the desk. He looked at the clock. Dammit-late! He stepped into his armor-shedding the heavy outer frame and impact plates he would usually have preferred, and clanked out the door.

He was in such a rush, he forgot to send Kayle a message informing her he was going to be late.

...

He caught Kayle just as she was starting to walk off from the bar. Hmm, how to approach this delicately.

"Kay, er Ms. Silvertaugh...sorry for being so late, but I...sort of...really sorry...no excuse..."

Behind his helmet, his face burned with shame...Jaffar supposed there was a bridge somewhere around he could jump off afterwards...

Amazing, wonderful, unique? You bungled it you fool, his mind ranted.

[SeriousConcentrate]

The Cyrian walking away from the bar turned as Jaffar approached. "Ms. Silvertaugh? Do you mean Master Sergeant Silvertaugh?" a feminine voice asked. It definitely wasn't Kayle, who was more of a husky alto in tone. This soprano voice said blue eyes and blond twintails under the obscuring helmet, and a ditzy demeanor. "I was just looking for her! That is so weird! It's, like, karma!" The Cyrian giggled. "Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself! I'm Tyrin Adaephli, Private, Adaephli Company. Um, anyway, do you know where she is? Someone told me an Adaephli Company Cyrian was here ten minutes ago, but, um... she turned her communicator off, so I don't know if that was her or not..." Tyrin trailed off, sounding unsure for a moment.

"Because, um, she has some backpay coming to her that I already wired over, but I wanted to make sure she knew about it, and catch up with her and see how much she's changed!" Tyrin was probably smiling. It was hard to tell considering her visor was tinted and the only visible part was her eyes. "Wait... you were here to meet her at a bar... She was definitely grinning now. "It's about time she had a date! Good for her! She was always so standoffish with men that I kinda thought she was into me for awhile there... not that I would blame her." Somehow the fact Jaffar had stood Kayle up completely eluded Tyrin.

(Moar fluff RPing while Kayle is busy murdering targets at the firing range. And a device to explain how she has the 2000 credits DBZ gave us. :3)

[Dwarmin]

Jaffar supposed he shouldn't have been surprised...

"Er, Pleased to meet you, Ms. Adaephli. My name is Jaffar Cole. We work together, me and her. Just recently began working I mean to say. And others, working with us.

And knowing...Master Sergeant Silvertaugh...she's either working on her equipment or at the firing range by now.

I guess we're both looking for her, then."

Jaffar wrung his hands a bit.Then he straightened out.

"I was here to meet her...and I came too late, so she left. That makes me about the worst guy in the world right now...I've got to apologize, or make it up to her somehow.

Sorry if I sound like I'm dumping my problems on you, Ms. Adaephli. It's just...Kayle is important to me. I want to do right by her.

I know I'm probably flailing here...but, do you know how I could make things right with her? She's probably going to be angry...or maybe she'll just ignore me.

Could you help me out, Ms. Adaephli? If you think I'm worth it. I figure you're as good a judge a character as any."

The look in Jaffars eyes was sincere.

[adwarf]

Umm ... I won't be able to get on for six weeks, so do what you must to keep the game going.

[Dwarmin]

((Sorry to see you go Adwarf.  ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Nice to meet you too, Jaffar!" This Cyrian was way too bubbly and energetic. "Kayle can be stuffy like that sometimes, but don't tell her I said so," Tyrin agreed to Jaffar's noting that she was probably practicing or working on her equipment. "I mean, she was kinda fun when we were kids, but ever since she made Corporal she's been all business." An uncharitable person might note that the reason why Tyrin was still a private was because she didn't ever have her mind on business.

"Oooohh.... That's bad, yeah..." Tyrin said when Jaffar mentioned he was late. "That's good, then! I don't think she even has any friends. Other than me, I guess, if we still are," to his statement she was important to him. Kayle had never been a sociable woman, but even before she had got shipped to the academy she had seemed more withdrawn. In fact, now that she thought about it, it was about the time Lieutenant Herloe had gotten killed on a mission. Tyrin blinked. She had a crush on him, I bet... She came back to reality as Jaffar noted he wanted help courting Kayle.

"Uh, hmm, I dunno. I don't think she ever dated anyone back in the company. Give me a minute to think." Tyrin put a hand to the cheek of her helmet and stood motionless for a minute. "Well, when we little - I was about seven or eight, and she's a year younger than me - we found these really pretty rocks in an abandoned tunnel. We kinda caught hell for exploring it on our own, but she kept a few. She left them with me for safekeeping when she went to the academy." She reached into one of the pouches in the belt at her waist. "I thought I'd bring her one back, for luck! Until she comes back to us. Maybe you could give it to her?"

She brought out a translucent black stone with purple veins running through the inside. "Some people say these are Locyrmor's tears, so that's what we called them," she said as she handed it over.

Spoiler: Cyrian Lore (click to show/hide)

Locyrmor's Tears are translucent black stones with purple veins, formed underground. Despite their rarity, they are worthless for any use other than decoration and aren't sought after. Some Cyrians believe they were a result of the terraforming process used to make the surface of Locyrmor uninhabitable, so they say they are the tears the planet cried as most of the life on it perished.

(@adwarf: I'll auto you in Cv and try not to get you killed since three turns might not go by in six weeks, unless you want to just step back and rejoin later with Alexander.)

[Dwarmin]

Jaffar held up the stone up to the sun light, watching the odd shadows it cast. It looked like the a chunk of solidified cast off biofuel from an 3R6 Combustive Mining Drone he thought-the Aroth had used millions of the machines to undermine the tectonic plates of Locyrmor, causing earthquakes and tidal waves. So it was said. They didn't advertise what they ha done out loud, but they certainly did it on the black market.

"I'm sure these will help. Thank you, Tyrin. Now, let's find go and find her, together. I'm sure you'll be able to keep her from punching me. Maybe."

He put a hand through his hair, laughing nervously, as they began to walk toward the shooting range Jaffar had seen on his way there.

"So...Tyrin-assuming you don't mind me calling you by your first name-what can you else can you tell me about your culture? How can I impress Kayle?

Honestly, aside from running away and being shot at by some of the them less reputable Cyrians, I've not much experience with your people. You seem to defy the stereotype of the dour warrior though."

Jaffar also thought behind Tyrin's cheerful demeanor, she was as much a warrior as any of them.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Tyrin's fine," she said with a wave of her hand, as if to dismiss any sense of formality. Jaffar asked about culture, and she thought about it. There few a few quiet clicks as she removed her helmet; contrary to earlier expectations her voice had undoubtedly built, she was dark-haired, dark-eyed, and olive-skinned. Her hair was in two high ponytails though, so there was that. "It differs from company to company. About the only thing we all agree on is that our collective ancestor was the greatest man ever." She sighed. "Well, that and our suits, of course! Did you know there are a few that date all the way back to the Cyrian rebellion? I haven't seen one personally but I heard a man in Zainoru Company wears one. It must have seen a lot of battle."

She tucked her helmet under her arm as they walked. "Less reputable ones? Um, hmm. Some companies are a bit more fast and loose with the rules of engagement than others. Barnu, for one. I haven't heard much good about Orion Company either." She made a gesture to suggest the people of Orion Company drank too much on the job... and then realized she was getting side-tracked. "Oh, um, right. Impressing Kayle. Uh, I dunno. Be good at fighting, I guess? I'm a pretty good shot myself with pistols, there was this one time a kidnapper tried to use a guy as a human shield and I plugged her in the eye from thirty yards! I got yelled at though since I kinda got distracted and we were supposed to be escorting the ambassador and not putting him in harm's way..."

Tyrin trailed off, deciding to let that story end abruptly. "Right, well... she likes guns. And computers although she's no good with them. Um... books? I've seen her reading a few times, although she might have just been going over company records..." They reached the firing range, where she stopped. "Well, I have a few other things to do while in town before the ship takes off. I gotta pick up some supplies and see if I can find a missing Cyrian. A different one, not Kayle," she quickly clarified. "You... can probably handle yourself with her. Good luck!" she said cheerfully as she walked away, waving over her shoulder.

[Dwarmin]

Jaffar waved goodbye. He took a deep breath-into the Lions den? He disengaged his helmet before going in.

He walked into the range, and spotted Kayle plugging away with her tachyon gun, hitting bulls-eye after bulls-eye without missing a mark, between heartbeats-grace and poise, killing precision. He was reminded of why she interested him so much.

Not wanting to throw her off her game, Jaffar waited off to one side until she finished the set, and for her to notice him.

When and if she did, he was thinking of saying something like...

"Sorry, Kayle. For standing you up."

[HighEndNoob]

Equip cape, then head to an armor software store.
Hey, where's my armor and rifle that was programmed to follow us?

[SeriousConcentrate]

(I was thinking about it, and I don't think there's a problem if I let my action stand but keep RPing anyway.)

Kayle shouldered the gun and drew her laser rifle, taking a few shots with it. "Jaffar," she said, noting his presence in neutral tones. "Sorry, Kayle. For standing you up." She looked over at him, putting the rifle away to take off her helmet. Her expression was a mixture of annoyed and confused. "What are you talking about? I've watched enough movies to know that's a dating term." She blinked and raised an eyebrow. "You... didn't think it was a date, did you? And you can stop looking like I'm going to hurt you; I'm not too mad, just irritated that I spent an hour doing nothing when I could have done something productive, like train or look for part to upgrade my armor."

She tucked her helmet under her arm while her other hand smoothed her hair back. It was barely long enough to fall onto her forehead, but where it had, it had stuck. "So where were you, anyway?"

[Dwarmin]

Jaffar found Kayles dark brown eyes a comfort to him. He concentrated on them while he spoke, and he found his usual stuttering self somewhat subdued.

"Date? Not...I'm just...looking for the right term. Not that I would have minded it had been one. With you, I mean. Probably went about it the wrong way.

..and, I was working on that A.I-the one I stole from the ship, trying to integrate it into my RIG before I was supposed to meet you. I lost track of time.

By the time I got to the bar you were gone. I met one of your Cyrian friends there, actually, she was looking for you-Tyrin Adaephli?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Kayle cocked an eyebrow. "Tyrin was around? That must have been... interesting." The last time she had seen her was about three months before being shipped off to the academy; Tyrin had went on a mission, and then Kayle was on a different one, and then when she got back Tyrin had returned and departed again and she got the news she was leaving to learn more about her abilities. "I haven't had a chance to talk to her in forever. We've both been pretty busy, I guess." She looked at her helmet, turning it around so the visor was facing her. Every socially-withdrawn person had a sort of party-hound friend; it was how the universe worked, in her experience, and Tyrin was hers. Despite not being that alike, they stuck by each other... hell, they were practically sisters.

"She wasn't with anybody, I assume... which means she must have dumped Davik at some point. Not surprising. She's a bit of a heartbreaker." She looked back up at Jaffar. "So, were you planning on getting valuable information from the AI? Smart move. You can sell military secrets for quite a bit, I imagine." She hadn't said anything to the idea of a date yet. Probably because she had no idea how one was supposed to go, and what one was expected to do. She wasn't entirely sure she was interested in experimenting, either. Maybe later.

[Dwarmin]

"Valuable? Maybe. Varron blew the hell out of it before I got to it, though. It might just end up keeping me company on lonely nights, if nothing else.

Speaking of value, Tyrin said you would appreciate these if I gave them to you. It's not much of an apology, but it's a start."

Jaffar produced the bag of Locyrmor's Tear's for Kayle with a shy grin.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Kayle took the bag with a quizzical look. He'd brought a gift - or something - and said 'standing her up...' was he actually serious about the whole dating thing? It doesn't feel heavy. Doesn't clink noticeably... so it's not grenades or ammunition. I doubt it's currency, and I don't think an engineer makes enough to get anything too expensive. She untangled the drawstring and pulled the bag open. Something dark and lustrous caught the bright overhead lights, a slight purple tinge to the gleam. She reached in and pulled one of the rocks out, then held it up to the light.

"Oh... I haven't thought about these in forever..." she said, turning it over in her hand. She'd left instructions for Tyrin to take care of her small collection while she was gone; apparently Tyrin had wanted to give them back while she was around. She couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental when she looked at them. "They remind me of the first real fight I was ever in. Tyrin and I were exploring some abandoned tunnels and we came across these stones. We were little girls so, I mean... they ARE pretty..." she said, blushing slightly. She generally disdained the frivolous and frilly nowadays, but she could still remember wanting those stones when she saw them.

"...it turned out a Gar'Rak was hoarding them for food. Now, it wouldn't be a problem for me to kill one, but I was a child then and it caught us by surprise. It grabbed Tyrin first and tried to drag her away, but she was able to get my attention and I jumped on it. I've always been pretty strong and I was able to wrestle it away from her, but it picked me up and slammed me against the ground hard enough to knock me out. When I came to, one of the adults was carrying me home. I assume Tyrin sent a message to her father." She toyed with the Tear. "Luckily my suit wasn't damaged. I would have died if it had been punctured by a rock when I hit, or if the Gar'Rak had been carrying a knife. I caught hell for exploring an abandoned tunnel without supervision..."

She had put a few of the Tears in her pack before the Gar'Rak had ambushed them, and she kept them to remind herself she had to be strong and watch out for everyone. She put the rock back in the bag and put that in a pouch at her waist. "Thanks."

Spoiler: Cyrian Lore (click to show/hide)

Gar'Raks are bipedal humanoids that feed mostly on plants and certain types of rocks, although they have occasionally been seen consuming meat. They don't have sentience, but do possess a low form of cunning and the ability to manufacture crude tools. They generally live in the depths of Locyrmor and rarely come up to the levels the Cyrians populate due to the Cyrian penchant to exterminate them on sight. They also have a reputation for stealing whatever they can get their hands on, from valuables to small children. Many an unwary Cyrian has lost his or her helmet to a Gar'Rak in the ducts. As for appearance, the average Gar'Rak is between 4'6 and 5'2, hairless with tough, leathery skin, an elongated face with two black eyes on each side of the snout, and extremely long, thing fingers.