The park, Sunday morning

[futurespacemom]

The currents of the Force were no less strange today, but Master Kiwiiks had patience, and she was determined to learn them and to learn what was going on.

So today, she had taken the lightsaber she found and gone out to the green space here to meditate and do katas. The feline and other animal had come with her, and were running about. Well, the brightly colored one was running about; the feline was curled up in a grumpy sort of nap.


[Open park!]

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[merchant_of_miracles]

Without an assignment and still unable to reach Aku, Scaramouche decided that he must have been granted a nice little vacay and he should take advantage of it, even if, as far as vacation spots went, this one seemed a little dull. No matter! Scaramouche was always one to try to make the best out of a situation and he was enjoying the quaint little town, imagining all the ways he could destroy it one day when the time came. He walked singing to himself...well, not exactly to himself. The idea was to sing to himself, but once he got into it, he couldn't help it if the smooth flow of his vocalizations overtook him into some sweet serenades.

But the sight of the lady in the park with the glowing sword going through some katas definitely caught his attention as he passed, inspiring him to end his current strain of bee-bops and doo-wops with an impressed whistle.

"Sweet moves, there, babe," he drawled with a point of his finger. "I like the slice of your sword."

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks paused to look at the...droid? cyborg?...that had a addressed her, then again to parse what he'd said.

"Thank you," she answered a touch dryly, "I think. Master Bela Kiwiiks. And you are?"

[merchant_of_miracles]

Ooh, Scaramouche did love an introduction. You ask for it, Kiwiiks.

"Me?" he asked, acting flattered that she asked, hand to chest as if a heart actually fluttered within all those gears and wires. "~Bee-dah-ba-dee-dah-day~," and he threw his arms out dramatically, the wind catching his scarf oh-so-nicely, "Scaramouu-ooo-oouuuche the Merciless!"

And then there was spinning, arms out, twirling as he continued with his impressive list of titles, "the Pied Pier of Ruination, the Crooner of Carnage, the Ambassador of Annihilation, the Eradicator of All, baby! Also know as Aku's most favorite assassin, babe."

He finished with a nice shining grin and a sweeping bow.

[futurespacemom]

Aaaaand now Kiwiiks was side-eyeing him. A lot. Those titles sounded like nothing good, but in her experience, assassins didn't generally throw them around like that. Still, she'd be wary in case.

"Are you from this place?" she asked.

[merchant_of_miracles]

"Thankfully not, babe," Scaramouche said. "I'm just in like the breeze. Place is quaint, real cute, but I'll wanna get back to where the action is soon. No one even seems to know who Aku is out here. Skills like that, though, baby, you've got to know Aku, right? Aku-mmm-bayah? Aku-na-matata? Aku, master of Darkness?"

[futurespacemom]

"No," Master Kiwiiks said, narrowing her eyes. "Nor do I know of any Sith by that name." The lightsaber was definitely not going anywhere, as she stood wary of an attack.

[uncertain_dume]

Sullen Loth-cat was feeling especially sullen today, though the sunshine was nice, and occasional sullen napping meant occasional rolling over to get some warmth on his fuzzy little belly. He'd even managed to not take a swipe at Stance when the pup had come over to snuffle at his tummy.

Loth-cats did not enjoy having their bellies snuffled, thank you very much, dog.

Stance had just come by for another good sniff at the cranky feline, and Kanan had reached up his weird little duck-feet to wrap around the dog's muzzle in warning, though he wasn't resorting to claws just yet. Which mostly meant that the dog thought he was playing, which meant more snuffling, which meant an even more cranky loth-cat...

It was a dangerous cycle, really.

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks paused in her kata to laugh at the pair of them. "Come on, then, you." She tapped the...whatever-it-was's...head and urged him mind-to-mind to back off. "I don't think the feline wants to play."

[uncertain_dume]

You know, if Kanan wasn't a cat, he probably would have even appreciated the effort that the new-person-with-food had put forth to keep the dog away from his belly.

But, you know. Loth-cat. So not only was he not acting particularly thankful, he was also giving a little growl after the dog as it eased back again.

Also, he was a naked dude laying on his back on the grass. That too.

"--Hera was right, I really need to teach you to keep your nose out of other animals' business."

...

"Waitaminute."

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks backed off, blinking. "Hello?"

[uncertain_dume]

And it took Kanan another few moments before he really got all his wits together. Then he was scrambling to his feet, torn between covering himself up or pulling his hair back. Covering himself won out, but only a moment after he held out his hand and yanked his lightsaber back toward himself using the Force.

Covering himself up with two hands and a lightsaber hilt probably didn't exactly have the intended effect, but that lightsaber was his. Whoever this lady was, didn't she know that using another person's weapon without permission was rude?

"... I'm out."

Sorry, Master Kiwiiks. It was probably rude to turn into a naked guy and run, but that was absolutely what Kanan was doing, here.

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks blinked at the naked man running away, then put on a burst of Force-enhanced speed and caught up, standing in front of him with a hand out.

"Now wait a minute."

[uncertain_dume]

And that would be Kanan just barely managing to stop before barrelling into that hand, giving both it and her a somewhat baleful look before spreading his hands and just giving her a 'what the kriff' look.

"What? Were you hoping for a better look, lady?"

Tiny bit naked, here. Just a smidgen.

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks gave him an unimpressed look, then called her cloak to her from where she'd left it on the grass and thrust it in his direction. "I was hoping for an explanation."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan blinked, and then furrowed his brow as he took the cloak and wrapped it around himself.

"And that explanation couldn't wait until I had pants on?"

The proper thing to say here was 'thank you,' Kanan.

[futurespacemom]

"It couldn't wait until you'd run away," Master Kiwiiks said firmly. "And you could say thank you," she agreed with the narrative.

[uncertain_dume]

"... Thank you," Kanan replied, though he was looking a touch dubious all the same. "Look, if I promise not to take off running, can we at least walk and talk at the same time? There's still a pair of pants back home that are calling my name."

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks sighed. "Walk and talk," she agreed, stepping out of his way. "Why don't we start with your name?"

The...bright thing...pranced up, barking at him, and she said, "And what that is, and if he has a name."

Okay, that part wasn't necessarily important, but she was tired of not knowing.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan sighed in relief as he started walking again, waving a hand at the aforementioned bright thing.

"Easy, boy," he said, smiling faintly. "I'll feed you when we get in, okay."

He then glanced back at the Togruta lady.

"I'm Kanan. This guy is Stance, and believe it or not, he's a dog."

Yeah, Kanan still had a hard time with that one sometimes.

[futurespacemom]

"Kanan and Stance." She gave the dog(?) an incredulous look. "I'm Master Bela Kiwiiks," she added. "Which Temple are you from, Kanan? I've never seen you before."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan... actually stumbled over his own feet, there.

"Master--" Oh boy. He turned to give her a wide-eyed look. "Kiwiiks?"

As in from the history books? That one?

She'd asked you a question, Kanan.

[futurespacemom]

"Yes?" She reached out to steady him. Then laughed, not unkindly at the look on his face. "Yes, I know, I'm on the Council, but that doesn't mean I bite. I just want to know what's going on."

[uncertain_dume]

Look, it wasn't every day you met a Jedi Master.

Especially not one who had been dead for over three and a half thousand years.

Kanan was gonna just stare for a moment more. And then clear his throat and attempt to not look too much like an idiot who had just had his brain smacked in.

"Right. Uh." Well, kark him. "You're on an island called Fandom, on a planet called Earth. It's... nowhere near anywhere you'd be familiar with."

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks took that in, then nodded. "But how did I get here? The last I remember, I was on Tython. And why couldn't you have told me this before?"

She gave him an exasperated look. "If you'd said all this yesterday, I'd have appreciated it. Not to mention, I'd have known how to feed you both." She crossed her arms, waiting.

[uncertain_dume]

"Little busy being a tooka at the time," Kanan pointed out. And then sighed. "Fandom is... strange. It has a power all its own, and it uses it to do things like turn people into animals, or... pull other people here randomly, I guess."

Hey, he'd wound up here pretty randomly, himself. But he was pretty sure he hadn't taken somebody's place when he'd done so.