06-30-2014, 12:08 PM
As Marcus walked away from the table, he heard Pyotr commiserating and offer to help. He even started walking with Marcus. Idiot! If you're with me, how are you supposed to watch people? Though it did give him an opportunity to give him some last minute instruction. When they were 2 or 3 tables away, he loudly said "Thank you, but I can take care of it."
Then in a whisper, "Go back. Watch for it. Watch Vellas' reaction."
Pyotr broke away, presumably back to his station. The wet was cold on his pants, but that didn't matter. This was his chance. Now that he had Pyotr's eyes for him, he didn't need to watch for himself. There were around fifteen or twenty tables and he threaded his way to the side of the room where he could make his way to the rest room to dry himself off. He felt a little conspicuous walking, but other people were also milling around- not many, and most of them wait staff- but still some. He really had no choice. His heart beat. He hoped this worked. Pyotr better keep focused.
He walked through one of the dining exits that led to the adjoining hallway, which presumably led to the rest rooms. He'd get cleaned up in a moment. He should do this first, so he could be in the restroom if there was any commotion. Pyotr would see what was needed. He pretended to be lost, not sure which direction to the restroom, just in case anyone in the halls wondered. He could just go back to the entrance and peek his head out and throw his weave. It would only take a second. But something nagged at him. He didn't like it. Now that he had his moment, something held him back. If Ascendancy was watching, he'd see channeling out the very exit Marcus had gone. He decided he'd go to one of the other exits at the end of the hallway.
Walking like he was unsure what direction to take, he walked to the end of the hall and made as if to see if that was the door he wanted. Taking a deep breath, he cracked open the door just enough to see out into the dining room, seized the Force and threw out his Ether flashbang. His heart was pounding as he released the source. It had only been a brief moment and none of those in the hall with him had reacted. He pretended to be confused and said to himself, "That's not it,"
and went to one of the staff that happened to be in the hall and asked for directions.
Once in the restroom, he took the proffered soft towel and dried himself as best he could, all the while watching and waiting with baited breath. Minutes went by. His heart was pounding and he had to calm down. He could use the Force to dry himself- a simple weave of water would draw out the water in his pants, cohesion being what it was- but he was done taking chances tonight. He went through his Jedi mediation techniques and in a few moments felt the tension lesson. Some remained though. He was going to have to go back out there. He took a deep breath. As he walked out the door, he started to sooth himself. You are a Sith Lord. You will not fear. You control your destiny. It helped a little.
Seizing his courage by the throat, he strode out the exit he had entered and made his way back to the table, allowing nothing but a pleasant smile on his face for those who glanced up at him. What was done was done. He'd not appear as if anything had happened. After all, he had merely been in the restroom.
Then in a whisper, "Go back. Watch for it. Watch Vellas' reaction."
Pyotr broke away, presumably back to his station. The wet was cold on his pants, but that didn't matter. This was his chance. Now that he had Pyotr's eyes for him, he didn't need to watch for himself. There were around fifteen or twenty tables and he threaded his way to the side of the room where he could make his way to the rest room to dry himself off. He felt a little conspicuous walking, but other people were also milling around- not many, and most of them wait staff- but still some. He really had no choice. His heart beat. He hoped this worked. Pyotr better keep focused.
He walked through one of the dining exits that led to the adjoining hallway, which presumably led to the rest rooms. He'd get cleaned up in a moment. He should do this first, so he could be in the restroom if there was any commotion. Pyotr would see what was needed. He pretended to be lost, not sure which direction to the restroom, just in case anyone in the halls wondered. He could just go back to the entrance and peek his head out and throw his weave. It would only take a second. But something nagged at him. He didn't like it. Now that he had his moment, something held him back. If Ascendancy was watching, he'd see channeling out the very exit Marcus had gone. He decided he'd go to one of the other exits at the end of the hallway.
Walking like he was unsure what direction to take, he walked to the end of the hall and made as if to see if that was the door he wanted. Taking a deep breath, he cracked open the door just enough to see out into the dining room, seized the Force and threw out his Ether flashbang. His heart was pounding as he released the source. It had only been a brief moment and none of those in the hall with him had reacted. He pretended to be confused and said to himself, "That's not it,"
and went to one of the staff that happened to be in the hall and asked for directions.
Once in the restroom, he took the proffered soft towel and dried himself as best he could, all the while watching and waiting with baited breath. Minutes went by. His heart was pounding and he had to calm down. He could use the Force to dry himself- a simple weave of water would draw out the water in his pants, cohesion being what it was- but he was done taking chances tonight. He went through his Jedi mediation techniques and in a few moments felt the tension lesson. Some remained though. He was going to have to go back out there. He took a deep breath. As he walked out the door, he started to sooth himself. You are a Sith Lord. You will not fear. You control your destiny. It helped a little.
Seizing his courage by the throat, he strode out the exit he had entered and made his way back to the table, allowing nothing but a pleasant smile on his face for those who glanced up at him. What was done was done. He'd not appear as if anything had happened. After all, he had merely been in the restroom.