07-25-2013, 01:23 PM
Kali moves around the desk to watch the professor work from his side, a look of interest on her face as she absorbs the knowledge. It's not feigned interest, either...the Ravnos is very honestly curious for all the details that Doctor Perkins can provide, as they may give some insight into exactly what they're dealing with.
"Justinian," she says, repeating the name thoughtfully. Something for her to look into later. She did not, in fact, ask how he knows about the information but the extra insight he lets slip as he indulges his self-congratulatory need to impress is certainly not unwelcome. Kali peers at the thing through her fake glasses, eyeing it with a new level of respect. She doesn't normally have much value for antiquities; she's a woman who has learned to leave the past exactly where it is and move forward. However, this is also a situation that directly impacts her own future and if there's any term you can use to describe the drug lord, it's 'adaptable.'
Lest the grand sire return and find the children wanting, the professor says, and Kali keeps her expression as one of interest as she lets several Romany swear words that aren't fit to print run through her mind. Her brow furrows when he starts doing exactly what he ought not to...question incongruities. Damn it, she really doesn't want a death on her hands.
So she does what she does best...when faced with a dead end road, she leaps the track and creates her own path with misdirection. An effort of expending her will[power point] allows her to subtly alter a couple of facets of the writing, adding a faint line here and there coming off of other characters via the Ravnos power of illusion. She can't be sure, but she hopes that the additions render the whole thing gibberish.
"Er...professor..." She puts a hand on his shoulder and leans in, hoping that fragrance she applied earlier distracts Perkins enough that he might consider missing things to have been plausible. "I don't mean to be contrary...but are you sure those are the appropriate characters? I think you might be missing something in the transcription you did..."
She reaches across him to point out the new additions to the ring, which makes it differ fron the version he put on paper. She has some other tricks up her sleeve, but hopefully this will do the trick.
"Justinian," she says, repeating the name thoughtfully. Something for her to look into later. She did not, in fact, ask how he knows about the information but the extra insight he lets slip as he indulges his self-congratulatory need to impress is certainly not unwelcome. Kali peers at the thing through her fake glasses, eyeing it with a new level of respect. She doesn't normally have much value for antiquities; she's a woman who has learned to leave the past exactly where it is and move forward. However, this is also a situation that directly impacts her own future and if there's any term you can use to describe the drug lord, it's 'adaptable.'
Lest the grand sire return and find the children wanting, the professor says, and Kali keeps her expression as one of interest as she lets several Romany swear words that aren't fit to print run through her mind. Her brow furrows when he starts doing exactly what he ought not to...question incongruities. Damn it, she really doesn't want a death on her hands.
So she does what she does best...when faced with a dead end road, she leaps the track and creates her own path with misdirection. An effort of expending her will[power point] allows her to subtly alter a couple of facets of the writing, adding a faint line here and there coming off of other characters via the Ravnos power of illusion. She can't be sure, but she hopes that the additions render the whole thing gibberish.
"Er...professor..." She puts a hand on his shoulder and leans in, hoping that fragrance she applied earlier distracts Perkins enough that he might consider missing things to have been plausible. "I don't mean to be contrary...but are you sure those are the appropriate characters? I think you might be missing something in the transcription you did..."
She reaches across him to point out the new additions to the ring, which makes it differ fron the version he put on paper. She has some other tricks up her sleeve, but hopefully this will do the trick.
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."