open; feb catch-all

[kanyounot]

WHO: Kanan Jarrus and HOPEFULLY YOU!
WHERE: Mostly Maurtia Falls but can be other places
WHEN: First half of February.
WHAT: Some open prompts n stuff; come talk to a sad dead Jedi dad. I can match your style; brackets or prose welcome.
WARNINGS: Uhhhh probably nothing will update if necessary

[ 1; NeoJedha; Open ]

[ Kanan divides his time pretty evenly between the Endeavor Center and NeoJedha - though in some ways, NeoJedha needs more of a personal touch. The EC is big enough that it almost runs itself a lot of the time, but NeoJedha is smaller, more personal to him - so he often finds himself here of an evening, not just to sign paperwork and check over budget proposals, but to actually talk to some of the kids, help them, teach them.

This evening, though, he finds himself wandering into the kitchen. ]

Something smells delicious, I gotta say.


[ 2; Housemates; ]

[ Ever since Martin talked him into moving, Kanan has been... well, he hasn't necessarily been living in the house full time, but he's been sleeping there a couple nights a week? Having dinner there once in a while. That kind of thing. Of course, when he's not there, no one would even realize he lives there, since he doesn't really have any personal possessions and the bedroom he sleeps in is pristine, with zero personalization.

But he is here, sometimes. Today, he's in the kitchen, trying to make coffee. ]

Ah, damn, they need to make these buttons more tactile.


[ 3; Light(saber) show; ]

[ He's meeting Cayde here, in a park at sunset, but he doesn't necessarily have to wait for Cayde to start, right? He's got to warm up, after all. Or something.

It's easy - old habit, muscle memory, working through the forms slowly. The Way of the Mynock, it's called, the technique his Master, Depa Billaba, had specialized in - the one she taught him to use during the Clone Wars. It's efficient, a defensive form, particularly suited to close-quarters fights and deflecting blaster fire. It's smooth, slow, almost like a dance as he moves from one stance to the next, the blue of his lightsaber flashing against the colors of the sunset, though he can't see it. He still knows what it looks like. ]

[ 4; wildcard! ]

[ If you've got another idea, toss it up or ping me at frodabaggins ]

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[lootsnshoots]

[Kanan can probably sense Cayde approach before he can hear him, if not for the fact that he and his Ghost are suffused in the Light, then for the fact that Cayde is a deep well of sadness.

When he does arrive, he takes some time to read Kanan's movement. Zavala would appreciate the poise and discipline; Shaxx the sword, of course. He feels another pang of regret that he'll never be able to tell them, and stoops to pick up a pebble. If Kanan were a fellow Guardian, he'd loose one of his throwing knives to test his reflexes without a second thought. But he's not, so a rock will have to do. He considers its weight in his hand before he tosses it at Kanan's head with an expert flick of the wrist.]

Think fast!

[kanyounot]

[ Cayde isn't hard to notice, no. Maybe because of his own, somewhat more low-key sorrow, that he notices it in others more easily. Or maybe he's just especially connected to the Force today.

Either way, he doesn't need to hear Cayde's words to react - a flick of the blue-bright blade and the rock is neatly bisected, the pieces dropping to the ground without even coming close to hitting him. ]

You should be careful who you throw things at, around here. You might have a fight on your hands.

[lootsnshoots]

[Cayde whistles appreciatively—as he sees it, knocking one of his shots is no small feat.]

Oh and that would be bad.

[He says mockingly, producing yet another small stone between his fingers. He lets it fly. It's been far too long since he stepped into the Crucible. If Kanan's offering, or hell if Cayde can just piss him off into it, he's game to get smacked around by a laser sword.]

[kanyounot]

It'd be pointless, and probably destructive. Fights between ImPorts usually are. Then the locals get angry, again, and just generally a bad situation.

[ He slices the next rock just as easily as the first, showing no indication of being particularly offended or anything like that. He's actually looking pretty relaxed, all things considered. ]

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[queenofseers]

[ Hey, there’s a little bit of a surprise. Kanan belongs here, of course, but he doesn’t often make his presence known. Still, Cassandra- coming in while finishing a mug of coffee herself- briefly pauses as she approaches, raising an eyebrow. ]

Yeah, I don’t think Rex sees the point in investing in a particularly versatile coffee maker. [ Although- that might dismiss his concerns somewhat. ] But I bet a lot of them are shitty about that, honestly. Have you got it working?

[kanyounot]

Uh... I think I might've hit the wrong button actually.

[ Kanan makes a slight face in the general direction of the machine. ]

This is why I usually just go to a coffee shop.

[queenofseers]

[ Cassandra walks over and squints at the machine. ] Yeah, I think you pressed the button for- actually, I don’t know what the fuck that does. Two to the left is the one you want, I think.

[ She backs up to leave him be a bit and sits down, taking a last sip of her own drink. ] And agreed, considering Rex also buys the closest thing coffee has to a default and nothing else. [ She pauses. She’s been trying to approach this question for a while, and this might be a good option. ] Is he always like this?

[kanyounot]

Thanks.

[ He counts - one, two - and presses. Soon, the machine makes that telltale burble sound which, universally translated, means "I'm brewing coffee". ]

Uh. Like... bland coffee? You might need to be more specific, here.

[ He quirks an eyebrow in Cass's general direction. ]

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[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Jacob doesn't know about Kanan's meeting with Cayde- he's just passing by on an errand when the hum of a lightsaber and the flash of a plasma blade in the evening air draws his attention. At first, he's just stopping by to make sure he hasn't stumbled across some fight or disaster, but the graceful and deliberate motions of Kanan's practice soon entrance him, rooting him to the spot. He waits for Kanan to be pausing before he speaks.]

It's beautiful.

[kanyounot]

[ It's hard to tell if Kanan pauses because he just wanted to pause, or if he noticed someone there and decided to stop and acknowledge them. Not that it matters, really. He just gives a vague half-smile in Jacob's direction. ]

Thanks. When I was a kid, my master would do this with me, at the end of a long day. We'd go to a field, or the top of a hill or something, and she'd drill me. It's good for clearing my head.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

So you've been training for a long time. It shows.

[As someone who does over a hundred crunches each and every day, Jacob can definitely appreciate that kind of dedication to keeping oneself honed.]

Do you mind if I hang around? I won't stick around if I'm interrupting.

[kanyounot]

I was training to use a lightsaber pretty much as soon as I could walk.

[ He shrugs faintly. ]

You're welcome to stay, it's no bother. But only if you tell me about your training.

[ Tit for tat, right? ]

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[h2no]

[now, that's a sight he hasn't see for a long time. just like the first time they met, archie has his mightyena out for a walk. it doesn't bound over to kanan while he's in the middle of the movements-- seemingly understanding that that would be a pretty terrible idea-- and instead stays next to archie. he stays watching until kanan is done, hesitantly calling out:] Yo! Kanan!

[mightyena borks. hey, he's here too!]

[kanyounot]

Hi, Archie.

[ He deactivates the lightsaber, hooking it on his belt before waving to both man and pokemon. ]

How have things been for you lately?

[h2no]

[now that the dangerous glowy thing isn't being swung around anymore, mightyena takes that as his cue to trot forward and shove his snout into kanan's hands.

honestly, he's actually surprised kanan remembers his name? but pleasantly. a big stupid grin crosses his face.]

Same old, same old. [this world is hell and everyone around him is suffering, the usual.] How've you been? I saw all the stuff you've been doing for the Maurtia Falls charities. They really needed someone like you!

[kanyounot]

Well, I do what I can.

[ Modest, too, of course. He makes sure to get Mightyena behind the ears. He probably likes that. ]

My apprentice showed up, a couple of weeks ago. So. That happened.

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[choosetruth]

[Georgia really should have known better than to have her sunglasses off, even for just a moment. She's been here a few months, but it's still an adjustment. Part of that adjustment is forcing herself to do uncomfortable things like go outside and at least pretend to be relaxed. In an unsecured area. With far too many people around. Without touching her gun every few minutes.

She's almost glad when the flashing lights force her to put her sunglasses back on. Feeling the air on her face might have been nice, but she felt almost naked having them off in public. She slides them back onto her face and stands up, heading over to investigate.]

Nice light show.

[kanyounot]

[ Kanan doesn't pause in what he's doing upon being addressed - it doesn't bother him, nor does it break his concentration. ]

Glad you're enjoying it. I just needed some fresh air.

[choosetruth]

Some fresh air to wave your glow stick around.

[She may or may not be teasing. It's very hard to tell with her.]

What is that, anyway? Weapon or dance prop?

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[solarcharged]

[ It's the light that attracts his attention, because isn't it always? Arcs of blue, moving slowly and smoothly. Not the rapid burst of laser fire, but deliberate and solid. Apollo can spot it miles away, even as he leisurely swoops through mottled sunset-orange clouds high above the city. Intrigued by the sight, he dives in an easy, graceful arc towards the park and touches down nearby - close enough to watch, but not so close but to invade the privacy of the scene.

It's impressive, whatever it is he's watching; not the blade itself, but the grace and skill of the fighting style. And the man who practices it too. Apollo watches in silent admiration for a while, waiting for the right moment to speak up. ]

What kind of martial art is that? I haven't seen it before.

[kanyounot]

It's the way of the Jedi. Form Three, specifically.

[ Kanan doesn't seem bothered at all by the interruption, just glides into another round easily. ]

[solarcharged]

[ Apollo nods silently his understanding, despite the fact he hasn't the slightest idea what a Jedi is. Something skilled, apparently. He watches for a few moments longer; he doesn't have the fight-computer brain of his ex-husband, but even he can see how elegantly defensive the form is.

After another few seconds of silent analysis, he speaks up again: ]

So can you deflect firearms with that?

[ He means the energy sword; Apollo can see where the carefully considered swings are meant to protect. It isn't hard to guess what they're meant to do. ]

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[articulations]

That something is called dinner.

[ He can't see it but she's got her hair wrapped up in a typical fashion of crown braids, an apron over top of her clothes. She moves between counters and the stove, finishing up what she's been cooking. A quiet tune even plays in the background from the radio, a light classical piece. Leia's been keeping busy and it's probably for the better. ]

It'll be some time before it's ready, say another fifteen minutes.

[kanyounot]

I like the sound of that.

[ He keeps his voice light, a hopeful note at his next question: ]

Mind having some company? I can help, if you want.

[articulations]

I'll never say no to company.

[ She goes to pass by him, her hand briefly resting at his arm. ]

I'm mostly cleaning up right now. Everything's been cut up and added to the pot. Would you like anything to drink while you're back here with me?