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[Oleander Webb]

TAG: Lunara Azure
INVENTORY: x | x | x

The meeting was supposed to start ten minutes ago, at least that was the impression Oleander had been under. The Anzat had been waiting for twelve, keeping a table at a local cafe occupied while he waited for the others. The small cup of tea in front of him was left mostly untouched, an occasional sip taken here and there if only to better blend in among civilians.

Eleven minutes had passed now. Oleander found himself pulling out a datapad from equipment, checking to see if he did indeed have the right place. Gerwald Lechner had called for this meeting and yet the Lupine was no where to be found. It was unlike him, though the tardiness was more an annoyance than an object of concern, at least for now. Another minute, another sip, and repeat the process until -

"Any bets on when he'll show?" Oleander asked, csating a quick glance toward the other attendee of this would-be meeting. He and Lunara had met several times, both in the midst of battle and far less deadly missions, and yet the amount of words he'd actually exchanged with the other could be counted with only fingers. Perhaps that was why they'd sat in relative silence up til now, neither quite sure how to address the other, neither quite knowing how to interact with each other in generla.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

T R A F F I C​

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Lunara Azure | Oleander Webb

Gerwald sat in a land speeder which was at a complete halt. His head beat against the dashboard as it was evident some bantha wipe caused a multi-vehicle collision which had clogged the traffic routes. He wasn’t about to be getting anywhere on time unless he walked, and the lupine was not about to leave CIS property stranded on the side of the road.

He tried to dial Lunara.

“Sith Spat! Voicemail… and the mailbox isn’t even set up!”

He tossed the comm device, a little too hard. It shattered when it came into contact with the duracrete roadway.

“Frak my life… FRAK IT!”

The wolf just laid his head on the horn. Clearly his patience was gone.
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[Lunara Azure]

The elfin blonde could normally be found with a glass of wine between her fingers, a result of her upbringing, of the Hellyni predilection for that most refined of alcoholic beverages. That wasn’t to say she didn’t appreciate other beverages though, a fine glass of whiskey at night, the refreshing taste of cool water. Or even the simple pleasure of a cup of tea. It was the empress who had first introduced her to the pleasure of sea, to the subtle tastes and smells, the joy of the warm drink on a cold day…or really to start out any day.

For a moment Lunara didn’t react to Oleander, still savouring the herbal smell drifting up from the cup in her hands, fingers wrapped around the rim of the china so she could feel its warmth sinking into her flesh. Crystal blue eyes flicked open, to settle on Oleander over the rim of the vessel before she took a sip letting the cup settle back on its saucer.

“Honestly, I’m going to bet on the fact that he’s forgotten all about the meeting. He was probably on his way here when he noticed something shiny or someone practising fighting and then all thoughts of…whatever he called us here for went out of his head. You know how he gets around a fight. Can’t resist showing off for all the knights and squires.”

So…the woman couldn’t resist a dig at the man even though he wasn’t here, though somehow it just didn’t have the same thrill that teasing him to his face did. Honestly, it wasn’t like the wolf to be this late to a meeting, especially one that he knew he’d pay for later. Only, there were no sirens, no urgent summons on their comms or reaching out through the force. So, if the world wasn’t ending…

Brows furrowed, in annoyance or concern, the blonde would never tell as she sat back in her chair, eyes flicking towards the door.

“You know…in all the time you’ve known him has he ever actually been late?... Actually now I think about it, how long have you worked for our esteemed and soon to be late Lord Commander?”

Gerwald Lechner | Oleander Webb

 

[Oleander Webb]

TAG: Lunara Azure | Gerwald Lechner
INVENTORY: x | x | x

A short chuckle reverberated in the Anzat's throat. He lifted a chilled glass of Fizzle to his lips. He didn't need the drink, didn't really benefit from the beverage. But it was a nice day and the show of consuming did well to keep his true nature under wraps. So he sipped at the drink, nose scrunching a bit in distaste as it slid down his throat. It wasn't soup. No, that wouldn't be a remotely accurate comparison, but it sufficed.

"No kidding. Still better he get wrapped up himself rather than drag us in on it, too, I s'pose." Oleander couldn't really complain too much about showing off, not really. He could also get caught up in the chance to show off, though his idea of such displays were of a far more fatal variety. Still, he wasn't the one who called for a meeting to begin with.

At Lunara's questions, he paused. "He hasn't, no, not that I'm aware. Not until...now, anyway," he started, watching the minute turn over on his time piece. How long had it been? Not long, surely. The memory of The Nomad freeing him from his carbonite slumber was still fairly clear, as was the other's initial plans of infiltration. "A few months, at least. I haven't kept an exact record." His gaze slid to look her over, setting his drink down as he did so. "What about you?"

 

[Lunara Azure]

W A I T I N G​

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Tagging: Gerwald Lechner | Oleander Webb | OPEN​

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"Ahh...I don't really work for the Wolf, I mean I guess in theory since all Knights Obsidian theoretically work for him."

A delicate hand waved dismissively in the air at the thought, as if brushing away the gossamer threads of the Lord Commander's authority as if they were nothing more than a spider web built in the air. She knew that in theory the Lord Commander was meant to be in charge of all the members of the Knights, that he was ultimately responsible for their behaviour and their conduct but well...she would love to see him try to give her a command, That wouldn't end well for the erstwhile Lord, unless maybe it was during a mission and they were fighting for their life. Then she might consider following his commands.

"I mostly work for Exarch Talon but you know, once in a while I'll deem to allow Gerwald use of my skills as well. I mean, well, you know him. Without someone watching out for him there really isn't much chance that he's going to be able to find his way out of a wet paper bag."

A hand gestured at the empty chair at the table.

"Case in point. At some point there will be an explosion or some kind of emergency signal on the comms nad we're going to have to go pull him out of whatever mess he's managed to find himself in. There was this one time on Stewjon when..."

The blonde fell silent for a moment as a playful smile touched her lips, a mischievous light dancing in the back of her eyes.

"Although, I probably shouldn't be spreading those kind of stories around too much. You know, shatter the illusion of his authority or something like that."

The woman took a long sip of her tea, a delighted mischevious air about her person. She knew more than most how tenuous someone's grip on authority could be. How important perceptions were, but then, it would do Gerwald good to be kept on his toes a little bit, and this was she could tease him without actually being present.

Perfect.

 

[Oleander Webb]

TAG: Lunara Azure | Gerwald Lechner
INVENTORY: x | x | x

A brow rose with Lunara's correction, once vacantly polite interests turning to more pointed, more genuine. "Well, by that logic, I too don't necessarily work for the Wolf." The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk for only a moment before it faded into his usual focussed stare. No, while it was anyone's guess whether or not the Wolf or anyone else for that matter was truly aware of it, the Lord Commander was only the Nightwalker's master so long as it was deemed necessary. If fate dictated it so, he'd reap the Wolf just as he would any other sorry soul, present company included. "I'd call it an employment out of convenience more than anything."

He took another sip of his drink, listening to Lunara go on about Gerwald's sorry state. She certainly wasn't wrong, the current situation being as good of proof as any other. And the chuckle that pulled free of Oleander's lips was far more genuine than the previous. There were times in which one would think Gerwald was a pup rather than a wolf full grown.

"Oh?" He started, looking up from his drink when Lunara cut off her own story. He could practically taste the air of mischief about her and was quite content with letting that run its course. "No, by all means share this tale! It's what he gets for being late. Besides," his mouth curled into a smirk, "I'm sure it can be useful intel, lest he gets stuck in errr- similar situations, no?"