Private Consultation for augmentation

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska

She'd take one hand off the keys to wave if in an 'bah' gesture.

"No, nothing to deal with a credit check. Only sometimes do I run the bill, and that is to please my family. In truth I really don't care about credits, the hold next to no meaning to me."

His mood changed quickly when given a treat, this would of course be noted, as was his attempt to feel at the wound.

"Ill advised to poke and proud at your wound, your head is wrapped in gauze anyway."

She taps at her chin, thinking for a moment.

"Aside from the procedure done today and the stimulant, are you wanting to schedule another appointment?"

His appreciation did manage to reel a slight chuckle from the woman, Vakhari having a minor smile.

"You are very welcome." ​

 

[Jacen Breska]

CONSULTATION​

WEARING:: Black Suit
EQUIPMENT: NOTHING
LOCATION: :: HOUSE LUTRIS ::
TAG: Vakhari Lutris

She had so much money the only time she felt the need to charge was to appease her family?

"That's a very good problem to have, though," he shrugged. He wished he had the problem of too much money it became meaningless.
He supposed, with a quiet sigh, that he once did. Nowhere near the majesty of House Lutris, he surmised, but enough to where he'd never go wanting for anything in his life, but that was a different life. Now, he still got his luxuries, but less often and less of it. The curse, now, of being a soldier. Most of the time he had to make due with what he had, and what he had wasn't a lot.

But at least now with the credits he'd saved up for this operation that now were unnecessary, he'd be able to treat himself somewhat. His hand absentmindedly went again to poke at the gauze, but her warning quickly scolded him away.

"Don't touch. Don't bother, got it." Made sense. He just had to remember it. Jacen liked to fidget with things, so this would be a trial in and of itself.

She asked if he wanted another appointment, and he hmm'd again in thought.

"Maybe. Yes. I'm scheduled for a damn...tournament." He closed his eyes and sighed in annoyance, "A Kaggath or some such. After that I may need something from you. But I don't know right now. Hopefully I just win." He exhaled slowly, "but if not? Yeah....maybe."

"I guess it'd depend on how much of me was left if I lost."
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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska

She stops typing, turning in her chair to face Jacen with a raised brow.

"A tournament? I don't think I have ever heard of this 'Kaggath' before, the way you describe it makes it sounds like a violent affair. Like when people bet on animals in a fighting pit? I remember seeing that all the time back on Coruscant, interesting times."

That is how she saw it, making animals fight for credits... Perhaps though it was a prime time to test her inventions?

"Well, either way I still advise you to not risk damage to your wound. If you do end up damaging it then I can fix you up, along with anything else that is lost during that 'Kaggath'."

Vakhari turns back to her terminal, typing away.

"One moment."

She logs something before opening a drawer and setting a fancy card on the table. Black as obsidian, golden filigree decorating the card.

"Keep that somewhere, then when you need assistance again just call that number. The automation may be annoying, but you can schedule a new appointment through that."

The girl didn't trust him one bit to not mess up his recovering wound, but that is why she put it in better plate.

"If you have any concerns and or side effects then contact that lower number, that is mine."

Dressed, given a treat, wound currently patched up... Her work here was done.

"Exit is down the left and through the doors on the right, from there you can exit the lobby. Have a pleasant day, Mr. Breska."​