The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Another week, another day with Kanan in the park, which was basically ritual at this point. Today he had the bamboo sword he'd brought last week, but it was set to the side, waiting for his student to show up. In the meantime, he was going to be sitting on the grass, carefully cleaning each component of his disassembled lightsaber.

It seemed like a nice day for it. And it tended to pick up a lot of dust and other detritus over time, being carted around in pieces on his belt. He'd return to carrying it around in a weapons case in order to cut down on that, but around here that seemed... stupid. For an entire host of reasons including but not limited to the fact that nobody cared that he had a lightsaber (beyond that they thought it was neat), and that it was pretty much asking for trouble on an island that saw regular invasions and he'd already tried to kill a shark with a lamp once this year.

So. Lightsaber. Cleaning. And then maybe running through forms with it once he was done. Not a bad way to pass the time before lessons, later.

[OOC: Open!]

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[futurespacemom]

Hera put in her time at the junkyard, then dropped by the Perk and grabbed some cold, creamy coffee things and headed to the park. Kanan brought her lunch a lot, so why not return the favor?

She smiled and sat down next to him, offering him a coffee thing.

[uncertain_dume]

It took Kanan a moment to look up from what he was doing - there were some parts in his lightsaber that required careful attention to detail, after all. The last thing he wanted was to ignite it and lose a hand in a small explosion or something. But once he'd finished with the piece he was working with, he turned a little smile back toward Hera, and nodded his thanks, reaching for the cup of... coffee thing.

"Hey," he said. "Done your day at the scrapyard? Or just taking a break?"

[futurespacemom]

Fortunately, Hera understood delicate electronics, and just waited patiently.

"Not much going on today," she said, sipping her own coffee thing. "I left Chopper having fun with strange metals."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan shook his head and gave a little chuckle at that.

"We're going to go back to the scrapyard to find he's built and installed a new armsaw blade and a carbonite projector or something," he mused. "He's a menace, you know."

He kind of preferred it that way.

[futurespacemom]

"A menace on our side," Hera agreed cheerfully.

"How is it?" she asked, nodding at his lightsaber.

[uncertain_dume]

"Ever since Master Kiwiiks gave it a tuneup, it's required less maintenance than it ever has," Kanan replied, tilting his head down at it before taking another mouthful of the coffee thing.

It was very sweet.

He kind of preferred that that way, too.

"Mostly just cleaning in between components, where dust gets when it isn't assembled and I'm wearing it around like some kind of nondescript tube-shaped set of good-luck charms."

[futurespacemom]

"Glad I could sort of help," Hera said, smiling. "Or that sort-of-me could help? However that goes."

She watched him for a second, then tentatively offered, "Would it gather less dust if you just kept it assembled while you're here? Or are you worried you'd get too used to it?"

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"Mostly that last part," Kanan said with a shrug, "though probably not the same way you're thinking."

He sighed, picking up the piece that would slot into the end, forming the pommel of his hilt.

"I've almost gotten killed before, reaching for the wrong weapon on the wrong hip. Got me taken captive by clones. Dragged out into space. It was sheer dumb luck that got me a rescue at that point."

[futurespacemom]

Sure, call it luck.

Hera nodded in understanding. "Not a good habit to get into, then. I guess I'm glad for your 'luck'."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan could pretty much hear those airquotes, Hera. He made a little snorting sound, somewhere between amused and vaguely annoyed for reasons he couldn't entirely put a fingers on, and then shook his head.

Airquotes made denial hard. Maybe that was it.

"A friend came after me," he settled on, by way of explanation. "I hadn't expected him to. Not against a fully armed warship. Never took him for the type."

[futurespacemom]

"Sometimes people can surprise you, I guess." More often in a bad way than a good, but still. "I'm glad he did. You both got out okay?"

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"Yeah," Kanan replied, nodding a little and setting down his drink so that he could flick another speck of dust from the lightsaber part in his hand. "Yeah. Both in one piece and everything. Worst he took was one big bruise right to the guts."

Courtesy of Kanan.

Details.

"In any case, it's not a habit I want to get into now. Not while we're making runs back out there and getting in trouble while we do so. Muscle memory is going to get me killed one of these days if I start doing that."

[futurespacemom]

Hera nodded in agreement. She liked Kanan with all his limbs and other bits attached.

"What about a miniature static field generator on your belt?" she suggested. "Might keep the worst of the dust away."

[intotheout]

Tip arrived at a half-jog, her own bamboo sword resting on her shoulder. She was thinking of trying to rig up some sort of carrying strap for it (she didn't think she was quite crafty enough to make an actual sheath), but she hadn't actually gotten around to it yet.

"You ready to get whacked in the shin again?"

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"I'm never ready to get whacked in the shin," Kanan replied, grinning up at her as he gathered up the last of his lightsaber's parts and tucked them away in a pouch on his belt for later. "Because it's not going to happen again. But you're welcome to try. Hell, I encourage it."

He stood and made his way over to pick up his practice sword.

"So, how's your week been?"

[intotheout]

"Quiet," Tip said. "It always feels that way after J.Lo leaves."

[uncertain_dume]

"He's got a lot of personality all packed into one little guy," Kanan replied, nodding knowingly. "Glad I got a chance to meet him while he was here, though. I can see why you two work together so well."

[intotheout]

"He was really proud that he got to show you the ropes of the shoe counter," Tip said with a smile. "He even wrote a comic about it."

Writing comics was what J.Lo did.

[uncertain_dume]

"A comic, huh?" Kanan grinned a little at that as he slid into a ready stance. "About me and my size 'extremely large' feet?"

They weren't that big.

Well.

They kind of were.

[intotheout]

They were when your main exposure to humanity was Tip and her mother!

"Those'll be in there, yeah. It'll probably be at least a little dramatized, knowing J.Lo. He can have a very dry sense of humor. He wrote one about the history of the Boov that talked about how the ocean was their god and the first Boov to come onto land died of asphyxiation -- and then when they had to flee their planet he says 'then the ocean god died of asphyxiation.'"

It was funny because it was horrifying.

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"Well, that's... horrifying."

In a funny sort of way. Kanan blinked a few times while he pictured it, because his brain was helpful like that.

"The librarians back where I grew up would have loved to get their hands on a history like that, though. It sounds fascinating."

If, again, horrifying.

[intotheout]

"I can lend you my copy if you want. It is really interesting."

[uncertain_dume]

"Actually... sure," Kanan replied, smiling a little. "Not that I'm running out of Earth history to read up on, but the change of pace would be nice, and I am actually interested. Think he'd mind terribly if I were to make a copy of it?"

For his own personal reference. He wasn't planning on rebuilding the Jedi libraries, but it never hurt to have access to as much history as one could get one's hands on anyway.

[intotheout]

"I'll check, but I'm pretty sure he'll be cool with it. He doesn't get a lot of chances anymore to show off his skills. In the meantime. . . ."

Tip took a swing at Kanan's shin.

[uncertain_dume]

And Kanan gave a pleased little laugh as he didn't block so much as he just jumped over the sword.

"Element of surprise," he said. "I like it."

Someday, she'd get him again. Maybe. If he was having a particularly bad day.

"Block, then riposte," he added, swinging his own sword back toward her side at what wasn't quite a snail's pace. "We can go slow, but I want you to start to get a feel for parrying and attacking immediately after."