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A rather soaked Valentine walks into the bar from the back. She's in a grees swimsuit, which is now covered by a towel. Plunking on a stool at the bar, a book appears in front of her, along with a steaming mug of tea. Eyeballing the book: (Der Prozess mit Die Verwandlung) she picks it up and starts to read, still dripping, and very much still in her swimsuit.

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"Erk. Could you get the paint out of the dress? I have a couple friends, and perhaps a couple things up my sleeve if you need it?" For a moment, the back of Val's brain snickers at her. Girl.

"It's all about getting him back. Revenge it is, then." Her eyes sparkle furiously. "But the question, really, is how to do this." She ponders for a moment.

"No, the paint's still mostly in the dress." Inyri pouts again.

"That is a very good question." Inyri twists her lips to the side, thinkging.

"I have a couple friends who can proabably get it magically cleaned. I'll see what I can do."

She pauses, and wrinkles her nose. "It has to be something spectacular. Something that they just can't top."

"Thanks."

Inyri sighs. "That's going to take some thinking. And probably some connections. And...a lot of resources. And either has to be done in the next week...or after I come back. I want to be here for this."

"If you need connections, I've got plenty of them." She grins. "I have the aforementioned wizards, a couple mischivious girls, and a Jedi or two." Her eyes twinkle a bit. "I've even got a couple 'droids if we need them."

She bites her lip. "I think we might be able to get something together for next week. I'll put my mind to it."

"Okay, it'd be great to do this before I leave...if only to remind Wes I will be coming back." She's glaring into the distance, thinking about her...whatever he is.

"I think that can definitely be accomplished." Her eyes twinkle a bit. "Give him something to ruminate on while you're gone." She pauses. "By the way, where are you going?"

"Maybe he'll appreciate me a little more and not get me in trouble with Hobbie again." Inyri laughs. Then she sobers. "Oh...I'm going on a mission."

By her expression...it's not a good mission.

She smirks a bit. "Well, we certainly have something to live up to, then. I'll get thinking."

There's a long pause, and Val has a rather unreadable expression. "Well, I wish you luck. Lots of it, actually, so that you'll come back to harass Wes and Hobbie some more." She smiles kindly.

"I just hope there's a Hobbie to come back to." Inyri says softly, staring down at her hands. She makes herself brighten. "But yes, we must have revenge, so they won't forget me!"

Val reaches over and puts a hand on Inyri's shoulder. "None of that. If you sit there worrying, or go out into your mission worrying, then you're going to make yourself careless. Go with the knowledge that everyone will come back, and you won't waste your time worrying." There's another gentle smile. "And trust me, no one could forget you."

Inyri pauses, then sits up straight. "I think...that might the best advice I've had on this mission. Jaina just told me to 'trust in the Force,' which well and good for her, but I've never been much of a believer...Wes just...skips around it, telling me I have to come back...or that I don't have to go at all. He says he can live without knowing if Hobbie's alive or not." She's sort of rambling now. "And then, he just...changes the subject, or shuts me up somehow."

Her ears tinge pink as she says that last line. "But you...have just given the best advice on the subject." She smiles at Val. "Thank you."

"Luke says that too. 'Trust the Force' or 'It's the will of the Force' That's always seemed to me to be putting the responsibility on someone or something else. It might be true, it might have some impact, but the Force needs help sometimes." She pauses. "We choose our own Destiny, as, well, Destiny himself told me. We live our choices, we live our own confidence. If something is to happen, or not happen, we have to do it ourselves." Val smiles back. "You're welcome, Inyri. Blow up a couple ships for me, neh? And kick a large amount of ass."

"You bet. I just hope General Antilles doesn't ask who the hell I'm talking about when I say, 'this one's for Val.'" She laughed. "And I'm so glad someone else sees this trusting of the Force the way I do."

Val grins, eyes sparkling. "If he asks, just tell him it's a girl you met in a cantina far, far away."

She pauses for a bit. "It's fine to trust in a power, but one can't put all of that trust in it. That's why we're human. We make things happen. I've spent most of my life being controlled by someone or something. I don't want to see anyone else get caught in that."

"He might question my meeting girls in cantinas without Corran or Gavin with me. I'm the one steady girl in Rogue Squadron. Obviously, I need protecting." She rolled her eyes.

"I know exactly what you mean...I spent a long time controlled by a man I thought I loved...and the only way I got away was killing him." She said softly.

[ooc: slowtime? or wrap? brain is protesting at hour]

Val rolls her eyes as well. "Oh, I know what you mean. Everyone around here seems to think I need protection. It gets annoying sometimes."

There's an odd choke in Val's voice. "I was controlled by, well, my brother. I can't really bring myself to kill him."

[ooc: How's about slowtime. I have a feeling these two will go on for a while.]

Inyri laughs. "And I've been through worse things than those who bodyguard me. It's crazy."

She pauses. "Val, that's horrible...I'm so sorry. The only reason I killed Zekka...was because I realised he lied...everything he said to me was a lie. And I couldn't let him betray the Rogues."

[ooc: great! I have that feeling too. XP 'night!]

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