ext_251131 ([identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2006-06-06 11:25 pm
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Blood Gulch Arms - Tuesday

Sometimes tex remembered that beside freelancing and being sheriff, she had another job. One that involved selling weapons. Personally, she prefered to just use them, but she wasn't going to turn down good money. Even if she very much just wanted to toss a grenade out of the window to blow up The Grunt who seemed to be on a caffeine high and was doing a duck-with-teeth warrior dance on the street.


((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Anakin walked into the store, two lightsabers on his hip. "Could I rent out the practice room again, please?" he asked.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Anakin reached into his money pouch without protest and handed over the required amount. "Here," he said.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not even a little bit," Anakin replied shortly.

He walked into the supply room and dropped his robe into a messy pile on the floor, then glanced around for the remotes.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not these," Anakin said, eyes flashing as he ignited both lightsabers and stood ready.

"The other remotes, too, please," he requested.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Anakin gave her a quick smile, then turned his attention to the remotes whirling around him.

They shot, he deflected.

They got faster, he got faster.

He whirled and spun, two blades moving effortlessly as he traveling back and forth down the length of the room.

Not one laser blast made it past the swirling motion of the lightsabers.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Anakin had finally found his balance. Tuned into the Force, he was one with the lightsabers, with the remote, with Tex watching from the sidelines

He was moving without thought, deflecting the remotes' blasts almost before they had been fired.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Anakin felt the knife hurtling towards him. He let it richocet off of the lightsaber he was holding in his left hand, deflecting the four remote blasts with his right hand.

Then he flipped the remotes off with a thought and turned to face Tex. "The hell?"

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Anakin glared. "Did I pass?"

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good thing, too," Anakin said, turning the remotes back on and going back to working out. "I like having all of my limbs attached."

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-06 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Anakin's lips thinned, but he didn't say anything as the remotes began getting fast enough to actually require most of his attention.

Another forty solid minutes of lightsaber work went by before Anakin shut down his left handed lightsaber and began working on single lightsaber forms.

None of the remotes' blasts had hit him. Obi-Wan would've been pleased.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-07 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Anakin reached into the Force and shut of the remotes, then extinguished the blade on his lightsaber. "I'm not paying you extra for throwing a knife at me," he said flatly.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-07 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll think about it," Anakin said, reaching down to pick up his robe and heading for the door.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-07 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Anakin rolled his eyes at her behind her back.

"Thanks," he said shortly, heading out the door.

Where he got hit in the head with pudding.

"What. the. hell?" he asked, looking up.

[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com 2006-06-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Anakin shook his head and walked back towards campus.

Most of the pudding ricocheted away from him as he concentrated, but occasional pistachios made their way through, beaning him on the head and shoulders.

This did not improve his mood.