When it came to the elite list of: Worst Things in the Universe according to Emelie Shadowstar, the items that appeared were surprisingly short in number, probably considered trivial by most, and was topped by one singular thing: Boredom. Naturally this mental list avoided any and all references to torture and other harm, that sort of thing had its own special little place in her mind that was often ignored if not rejected as outright mythology. Closely following Boredom was a relatively new component to the dreaded list, and often was found hand-in-hand with the list-topper. That special little thing was something Emelie was lovingly beginning to refer to: When This Damn Business Spoils My Fun and Ruins a Perfectly Good Plan For Doing Something Illegal That I'd Actually Enjoy and Ends Up Putting My Plans "On Hold".
The current "On-Hold" was her rather complex idea of a perfectly good casino job that would have left her amused for months after she and Xavier had pulled it off. The culprit for putting it in that status was... some sort of problem that came up that Emelie couldn't be bothered to find out the details of since Xavier had decided he needed to personally step in and deal with anyway.
So no good no-gooding to be done, and Xavier away on business, left a rather put out Emelie alone to her own devices. Thankfully there was always the smaller, less grand, always-in-action deviancy that was her side of the business. But even that had it's problems...
"What do you mean, 'stolen'?"
Emelie had managed to drain the last bit of her current favorite drink as Durnik, her barkeep and general go-to-man on Coruscant, had relayed the unfortunate business of a rather large shipment of ryll had gone missing. It had arrived on planet just fine, but once there it vanished and a small number of her employees had been left either dead or close to it in the process. The ryll she could deal with, the small amount of Carsunum that was arriving with it however... well that was just hard to come by and Emelie wasn't about to let someone simply walk off with it.
She had employees now, people who were supposed to handle this sort of thing and could be deployed to the planet so she could sit back and crack open a bottle of wine and wait for results. As much as knowing she could do that sort of thing however, actually letting it happen was another matter entirely. All things considered, when it came to her operation on Coruscant, it was her first enterprise, it was where it had started, it was... personal. Which really meant only one thing.
"Look, I'll handle this. Just get the loft in order and I'll be at the bar as soon as I can. I'm bringing someone with me who will need his own space."
The amused look from her aged barkeep wasn't wasted on her and the expression was met with her own juvenile response of rolling her eyes and briefly sticking her tongue out at the man.
The call was continued just long enough for Durnik to wish Emelie a safe trip, her to avoid the question about if anyone else was to be expected aside from her and the mystery man, and the typical exchange of pleasantries between two people who had known each other for far too long.
Emelie decided it was best to avoid making herself another drink and have it in hand when she arrived at the door of the room where her most curious employee was housed. That didn't necessarily mean she chose to change into something a bit more modest though, and the overly casual short striped sundress failed miserably in the realm of portraying her as any sort of professional. Not that Emelie really cared.
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