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maskormenacelogs2020-03-06 09:59 pm
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[open] Take a look, it's in a book!
WHO: Boba Fett and you!
WHERE: A library in De Chima
WHEN: Early March
WHAT: Fett checks out a book, is definitely hunting someone for Evil purposes and is certainly not doing anything remotely good or nice. Mind ya business (please don’t).
WARNINGS: Missing person(s)
[It’s funny how quickly one's reputation can change.
Weeks earlier, Fett had been primarily recognized as a sinister figure—and why not? Violence is part and parcel with his role here, even if the tasks he completes now are too varied to simply call him a bounty hunter anymore. Enforcer, bruiser, bodyguard—and yes, sometimes he’ll drag someone in for a fee. They say he can find anyone, no matter how well-hidden.
It shouldn’t have surprised him the first time someone asked him to find a family member rather than a foe, but it did. He almost turned the job down on principle—but then he had heard of the reward.
This is the third such job he’s taken since then and he doubts it will be his last. He’s developing a very mixed reputation now indeed—Boba Fett, purveyor of violence and occasionally missing loved ones. Even though he demands discretion on the part of his clients, word still seems to get around. It would irritate him more if it didn’t pay so well. In this world, confined to handful of cities rather than the entire galaxy, he can’t afford to be so particular.
Right now, he’s tracking the daughter of a Maurtia Falls business-owner. She had gone radio silent after leaving for university in De Chima two months ago and was not found to be attending classes. In Fett’s opinion, someone her age is old enough to be allowed to disappear if she so chooses, but apparently her parents see differently.
Her trail had taken him to a library, where he now stands amidst the shelves, looking very out of place in his Mandalorian armor. He’s looking for a new wayfinder, as he’s come to think of them, an object the target—the missing person had held. The keychain her parents had provided wouldn’t take him much farther.
Fett can be found ostensibly searching for a book, one ungloved hand methodically running over the neat rows of spines.]
WHERE: A library in De Chima
WHEN: Early March
WHAT: Fett checks out a book, is definitely hunting someone for Evil purposes and is certainly not doing anything remotely good or nice. Mind ya business (please don’t).
WARNINGS: Missing person(s)
[It’s funny how quickly one's reputation can change.
Weeks earlier, Fett had been primarily recognized as a sinister figure—and why not? Violence is part and parcel with his role here, even if the tasks he completes now are too varied to simply call him a bounty hunter anymore. Enforcer, bruiser, bodyguard—and yes, sometimes he’ll drag someone in for a fee. They say he can find anyone, no matter how well-hidden.
It shouldn’t have surprised him the first time someone asked him to find a family member rather than a foe, but it did. He almost turned the job down on principle—but then he had heard of the reward.
This is the third such job he’s taken since then and he doubts it will be his last. He’s developing a very mixed reputation now indeed—Boba Fett, purveyor of violence and occasionally missing loved ones. Even though he demands discretion on the part of his clients, word still seems to get around. It would irritate him more if it didn’t pay so well. In this world, confined to handful of cities rather than the entire galaxy, he can’t afford to be so particular.
Right now, he’s tracking the daughter of a Maurtia Falls business-owner. She had gone radio silent after leaving for university in De Chima two months ago and was not found to be attending classes. In Fett’s opinion, someone her age is old enough to be allowed to disappear if she so chooses, but apparently her parents see differently.
Her trail had taken him to a library, where he now stands amidst the shelves, looking very out of place in his Mandalorian armor. He’s looking for a new wayfinder, as he’s come to think of them, an object the target—the missing person had held. The keychain her parents had provided wouldn’t take him much farther.
Fett can be found ostensibly searching for a book, one ungloved hand methodically running over the neat rows of spines.]
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That’s none of your concern.
[That said, she seems to be trying very hard to make it so. Her continued interest is as perplexing as it is irritating.]
Is there a reason you’re following me?
[It may be a question, but it's spoken in the pointed tone of an invitation to stop.]
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[One of Sal's best skills is her ability to be completely and relentlessly annoying. She doesn't employ it as much in this world, trying to get along with people—well, just trying more, anyway. But there's something about Fett's attitude that pulls it out of her. So, it's as simple as it sounds, and the grin she offers him now is identical to the one she gave him during that swear-in.]
You know, I've chased people plenty of times on foot, and it gets to be a real boring slog after a while. Since you're going off alone, you might as well get moving, right?
[Not moving or trying to get in his way, she merely continues to perch on the bench like a bothersome crow. Resting her chin on her open palm, Sal watches and waits for him to gives some kind of long-suffering noise and stomp away.]
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Anyway—he has a lead. Better to focus on that than on “The Cacophony” being juvenile.]
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See you later, pal.
[There's a moment she instantly dislikes where Sal puts herself in Fett's place for a moment. If things had gone a little differently, she realizes, she'd probably still live this kind of life as well. There's a memory that gnaws at her, that feeling of emptiness that comes with living alone. Where people are either useful to your goals or in the way—and at the end of the day, it's just you, and a gun, and a mission.
She pushes that feeling down, waits for him to move out of sight. What a pain.]