|Siri (tachisiri) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-02-09 18:44:00
Siri was early. If she had been in her own system, around people who were familiar with her, in her own time, even, it would likely come as a shock. In her youth, Siri Tachi had been known for her punctuality and her strict rule-following, her serious nature. Ever since she had returned from her absence, though, she had grown more relaxed, especially when it came to regulation. She had seen... so much. It had been incredibly trying, those two years she spent working her way up in Krayn's good graces. She had to work incredibly hard, to not raise his suspicions, but she had done her duty. It had taken a while for her to mute her emotions, her intense sense of compassion, to treat Krayn's slaves as she had had to. Perhaps that was why she had been sent on the mission, after all, to learn such lessons, to learn to quiet her compassion when necessary, but nevertheless, it had only caused Siri to become more aloof, less quick to please, less concerned with personal merit.
If her prior mission had been trying, though, it was nothing compared to her current situation. Earth was far less harsh than the deep space ports she had been to as Zora, but it was also a lot more foreign. At least before, Siri had had to Republic to count on, even if it hadn't been paid attention to in some systems. Here, the government was strange and unfamiliar, and with so many people from so many different universes and time periods.. she felt lost. And although she tried to quiet it, she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to know about what would happen in her own future. That was why she had agreed to meet this stranger from her far future, after all, even after he had warned her of his darker nature. Siri needed to know, even though she felt it could be detrimental to her focus, and that was why she was waiting here now, dressed in fabrics that felt foreign to her skin (she had adapted quickly enough, to the types of clothing Human females wore on this planet, although she had chosen to go for form and comfort over fashion - she couldn't believe how unpractical some of the outfits seemed) and tapping incessantly as she sat, at a table in Lawrence's mall food court, waiting for the arrival of her companion.
"I was never good at the patience exercises at the Temple." Siri was certain she had spoken the words aloud recently, and it took her a moment to recall when. The spice mines of Nar Shaddaa... her last mission, undercover, she had been working to infiltrate Krayn's operations. And she had said those exact words to Obi-Wan's new Padawan, as they waited, imprisoned together. The corners of her mouth just barely betrayed a smile at the memory; they hadn't spent much time together, but she had found a strange sort of camaraderie with the boy. They were both impatient and with such want for proactiveness, and with vaguely similar personalities, Siri knew that he - much like Siri herself - had to drive Obi-Wan crazy at times. Not that he'd have ever shown it, of course; on the contrary, he had always been good at the patience exercises.
After a moment, Siri ceased her light tapping on the tabletop, and turned her gaze to the entrance path into the food court. Breathing evenly, she summoned her focus around her, and cleared her mind for concentration. If this stranger were to feel dark, she would want to feel him right away, and assess her own personal danger as quickly as possible. It had been hard to judge his intentions virtually, but she had believed him to be true enough to meet him here, in any case. With her bright eyes trained fiercely on the people milling past, Siri sat still, impassively, trying to ignore her growing frustration - frustration at having not set a more clear meeting time, at having not asked for any distinguishing features she would be able to draw out visually. And, most of all, frustration at having to draw from her lessons in patience. Siri disdained having to do anything that she wasn't adept at, after all.