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maskormenacelogs2019-02-03 06:42 pm
open; feb catch-all
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 ]
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

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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!
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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.
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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.]
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[ 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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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?
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[ Kanan makes a slight face in the general direction of the machine. ]
This is why I usually just go to a coffee shop.
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[ 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?
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[ 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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It's beautiful.
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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.
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[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.
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[ 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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Sorry for the delay!
no worries :)
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[mightyena borks. hey, he's here too!]
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[ He deactivates the lightsaber, hooking it on his belt before waving to both man and pokemon. ]
How have things been for you lately?
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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!
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[ 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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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.
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Glad you're enjoying it. I just needed some fresh air.
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[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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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.
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[ Kanan doesn't seem bothered at all by the interruption, just glides into another round easily. ]
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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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[ 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.
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[ He keeps his voice light, a hopeful note at his next question: ]
Mind having some company? I can help, if you want.
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[ 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?
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