[The response leaves a paranoid, niggling sort of taste in his mouth, but he shoves it down, chalking it up to overthinking and misreading, as he knocks on his door later that evening.]
The door opens for him onto a seemingly empty room. Then Jedao steps - out of thin air, as though he'd appeared from between two bookshelves that also aren't there, and he looks very strange for just the first second, distorted, only glimpsed by an edge he doesn't have - and then he's there.
"Hello, my dear. I'm very glad you're not dead."
It's all of Jedao's usual warm sincerity, but there's definitely something odd about him, two-steps-to-the-left.
It sets Iago's teeth on edge, just a little, and the hair on the back of his neck rises. "What have you acquired?" he wonders and there's nothing but faint amusement in his voice, the same sort of curiosity he always carries.
He has his slate under his arm and a pile of papers in the others and he sets them down on the nearest surface.
He leans his hands on the table. "I have a list of candidates to command a ship. I have their files and I need to put them together in a cohesive team."
He rubs at his face. "Every combination I've tried has a fatal flaw of personality or is too risky."
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Yes, alright.
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Perhaps I exaggerated.
But I will come and visit you tonight, if possible?
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You'll do what you you'll do.
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"Hello, my dear. I'm very glad you're not dead."
It's all of Jedao's usual warm sincerity, but there's definitely something odd about him, two-steps-to-the-left.
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He has his slate under his arm and a pile of papers in the others and he sets them down on the nearest surface.
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He wiggles a little bit, clearly happy to be able to stretch in whatever weird new directions he's seeing.
"What are you working on? Would you like tea?"
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That in itself is an odd feeling, but it does explain enough that Iago lets his guard back down.
"No. I can't focus. I need to figure this out."
He spreads out his papers with his copious notes.
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Sometimes that's the best way to get something sorted in your own head, Jedao knows.
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He rubs at his face. "Every combination I've tried has a fatal flaw of personality or is too risky."