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WHO: Ahsoka Tano & Arthur Pendragon
WHERE: A pub in Heropa
WHEN: Jan 4th?
WHAT: A meet up for beer and a chat after beating each other up with powers in december.
WARNINGS: Updated as needed.

And with a few small text messages, Ahsoka found herself mildly boggled that she just agreed to meet for a beer with the guy that managed to take her down early last month. But... that was good, right? A good chance to properly apologize for her actions and thank the man with the sword.

She had been curious about him as well. About what he did out there that managed to block her lightsabers with simple metal. Or what he did to knock her out. She didn't see what happened after, when Kanan carried her off, but she noticed in the news about the sword in the ground at that site.

Since she got her powers back under control she started to stay more hidden in her human form, which was no different now. At home it was just her and Obi-wan, so it didn't matter. In Heropa? She thought it best to stay a bit out of view.

Which is how she appeared at the pub. A nice looking place. Not too busy, not too bright but not too dim. She'd been in Cantina's far worse than this. She stood outside for a moment, pulling her jacket down a bit to try and hide the fact that she had two weapons on her belt at her hips. She wasn't sure what the local weapons rules were for pubs here.

Instead of the pointed head piece or tails, she had dark thinly braided hair with some blue strands here and there. Dark skin and white tattoos, bright blue eyes and a look like she was in her 20s. A tattoo artist assistant and not at all an alien girl from another planet. Nope.

Pulling the door open she wandered in, letting her eyes adjust to the dark and scanned the place, looking to see in this Arthur was here yet or not.

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Arthur's opted for a booth instead of a seat at the bartop, sitting in one of the high-backed, black circular ones along the wall of the dining room, absently looking through the only slightly sticky booklet of weekly specials left on the table. Not quite modern enough to be fiddling with his phone every spare moment, it's forgotten in his pocket, but adapted enough to be wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket instead of trying to re-create medieval style.

Hard to see when he's sitting down, but he's unarmed. In the interests of progression.

He won't recognize her at a glance, of course.

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She didn't expect him to recognize her in this form, which was the apple of this form at all. The only constant was the white marks on her face or the lightsabers at her hip. Either way, she saw him at the booth and ducked further inside, weaving around a few people and slowly coming to the table.

"This seat taken?" She asked, head tilting as she looked him over. Even if he didn't say anything, she was pulling her jacket off, tossing it inside the booth, and tucking a leg under her, slid in to settle on it.

Leggings, short skirt and boots with a maroon keyhole shirt, she found that this place was easier to get around when she dressed more like the locals and less in her armor and leathers.

She held a long slender hand out to him. "Hello Arthur, I'm Ahsoka. It's nice to properly meet you and not try to kill you."

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He looks up without answering the question - rhetorical, obviously, as she's already sitting down. A frown knits his eyebrows for a moment, puzzled, but something about the distinctive markings on her twigging obvious memory.

And then he huffs a laugh.

"Well."

Alright, then. Arthur grips her hand, shakes it firmly. "You too, Ahsoka. Did I hit my head harder than I thought, or are you really good at changing your hair around?"

Not that it's any of his business, but he's curious-- and hopeful, despite having noticed the hilts of her laser-swords.

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She had to smile at that reaction, shaking his hand then leaning on the table after formal introductions were done. She did reach up to twist some strands in her fingers a moment, like she's still not used to it. Looking at it.

"What you saw before is my real form, but since I got myself back under control, I though it was a good idea to lay low and use this form. Apparently it was a new development when I got here. It's... handy."

She smiled kindly and let her hair drop at that. The hilts of her lightsabers, by the way, re in tact and not broken, like he had done in that fight.

"I'm finding people are... more comfortable with me this way." Sadly.

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His expression shifts; not surprised, exactly, but kind of exasperated. "You'd think people would have more important things to worry about. But I reckon that kind of shit is unfortunately universal. Or multiversal."

Arthur is very familiar with society's fixation with The Danger Of The Other, an unfortunately reoccurring theme. Maybe not in space? ... No, he's seen their network posts, they're still mad about all kinds of shit.

"How've you been? Get into any more scrapes?"

[ ooc; i am SO SORRY about the delay, rl completely flattened me and i just haven't been doing any rp. i totally understand if you've moved on from this one. ]

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"Almost universal. There are those back home who feel that humans are far superior, but they are outnumbered by other kinds of races. I stand out here, just a bit." She said with a small shrug. "But it appears that most people have some kind of problem with one thing or another."

She leaned on the table edge, both arms crossed a bit at the edge. At the question she actually smiled more pleased, it reaching her blue eyes.

"Much better since my connection to the Force was reestablished properly. Everything was a bit of a mess for a while. A few more scrapes after our face off, but otherwise, I'm doing well. I heard you got your sword back. It was... stuck in the ground?"

She had done her reading of course.

[ooc; No problem! Apparently I either missed or lost this notice and am late as well! I am willing to tag still if you are! I'm still looking forward to these to being friends haha.]