(closed) and under your breath

[journalkeeper]

WHO: Lucretia & Cad Bane
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: backdated to the 14th
WHAT: Cad Bane meets up with his new parole officer
WARNINGS: will edit if necessary



[ Lucretia had signed up as a probation officer about as soon as she realized it was a thing she could do - she doesn't care about catching criminals but she does care about preventing the damage they've done from happening again. That being said, she's never been one before so she's a bit nervous.

Not that you'd be able to tell from her outward appearance - she looks like a middle aged woman who speaks with gravitas and acts like she's in charge.

She arranged to meet this... "Cad Bane" at a coffee shop in De Chima, where she waits with a fancy ass latte and a journal, open to a blank page. ]

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[cadbane]

[This wouldn't be the first time that bounty hunter Cad Bane had put himself into such a position. He'd purposefully gone to prison in the past just to bust somebody else out and this was a similar situation. Except there was no jail and he simply had to stick to his story and false confession to keep the true perpetrators out of the law's sight. Of course he'd been paid well for this. He doesn't do favours.

He also holds himself as if he's in charge of the situation and it's believable by his manner that he could have committed the crime of killing Obi-Wan Kenobi. It wasn't so far-fetched. He had killed before; Jedi and otherwise. Anyone who got in the way.

The authorities had stripped him of his equipment so while he was wearing his usual Western-style outfit and hat, it was missing a few parts. Namely his gauntlets, holster and rocket boots. But he still had his breathing tubes. They'd checked them over and he'd insisted he needed them as protection against some possible further retribution. They were specially designed to protect against Force choking, after all, and he didn't trust the Jedi not to attack him at some point.

He strolls into the coffee shop with a confidence and surprisingly relaxed-seeming attitude. As if he's done this many times before and now it was routine. He just doesn't appear at all nervous.]

I take it you're the one I'm supposed to meet.

[He addresses Lucretia with a creepy-sounding drawl. There's nothing innocent about him. Of course she may also note that he's not human - blue skin, no apparent nose and bright red alien eyes.]

[journalkeeper]

[ Lucretia is from a D&D world where the fantastic and the magical are of course, but she doesn't immediately recognize what Cad Bane is. However, the idea of him being non-human is something she takes as a course; for her the fact that the only non-humans (aside from animals)
on this world are imPorts is the weird thing.

Still, she rolled decently on her insight check - even if she hadn't read his file - to know that he's someone to be careful around. That being said, Lucretia is someone who tries, at least, to find the good in people.

She gestures to the seat across from her - and he may notice an odd silver bracer with a strange symbol on her left wrist, contrasting her otherwise orderly appearance (she wears clothing of this world, though with a very distinct blue and white colour scheme). She gives him a polite smile. ]

You're probably right, if you're Cad Bane. Sit down. My name is Lucretia, I'm your new parole officer.

[cadbane]

[The bracer is of passing interest and he does glance at it but doesn't yet remark on it. Maybe it was for decoration or maybe it concealed something more like his own gauntlets did - when he had them on. He takes a seat.]

That's right. I'm Bane.

[He confirms plainly.]

So what's the plan?