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fandomtownies2017-10-13 07:44 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2017-10-13 07:44 am
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The Park, Friday Afternoon
The island was quiet. Kanan's usual Friday student was in some snowy place somewhere, and the weather was, while not ideal, at least not raining on his head.
Hera was a nexu. Stance continued to be a dog. A dog who wanted to play with the nexu.
So, Kanan could come to the park to run through lightsaber forms, but instead he was going to come to the park to let Stance chase the ducks and let Hera... probably eat the ducks. He was not going to be the stupid person who tried to tell a four-eyed, two-tailed, giant quilled cat with a mouth like a bear trap what to do at the park. Just so long as she wasn't eating his dog, he was going to consider it a win.
He was going to have to do so much explaining to Chopper at some point about why Hera wasn't at the scrapyard for her shift today, but he was going to do that... later. For now he had found himself a place on the grass to meditate while the two critters wreaked havoc behind him.
He was keeping an eye on them, honest. In a manner of speaking.
[OOC: Open if there's anyone left on the island!]
Hera was a nexu. Stance continued to be a dog. A dog who wanted to play with the nexu.
So, Kanan could come to the park to run through lightsaber forms, but instead he was going to come to the park to let Stance chase the ducks and let Hera... probably eat the ducks. He was not going to be the stupid person who tried to tell a four-eyed, two-tailed, giant quilled cat with a mouth like a bear trap what to do at the park. Just so long as she wasn't eating his dog, he was going to consider it a win.
He was going to have to do so much explaining to Chopper at some point about why Hera wasn't at the scrapyard for her shift today, but he was going to do that... later. For now he had found himself a place on the grass to meditate while the two critters wreaked havoc behind him.
He was keeping an eye on them, honest. In a manner of speaking.
[OOC: Open if there's anyone left on the island!]
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"It's frustrating."
She didn't have a home in her own universe, but at least she knew what to expect. And at least she could find kef, and calm her mind a little.
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"Not ignorant, no." Judgmental was something different.
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"Not ignorant, huh?"
Kanan wasn't completely convinced. Funny, that.
"I suppose you've learned a lot about this place since getting here, then? I've love to compare notes sometime."
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"Oh?" she said with a deliberately unconvincing smile. "Do you?"
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"Well, I do know enough about this place to be able to find a decent cup of tea."
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Since talk of tea and the diner had gotten them to this point in the first place.
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"Good tea, obviously. Fresh fish, fruit, vegetables, and why not pastries and good arrack?"
In her experience most people appreciated these things, civilized or not, unless you came from a place no one had heard about.
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"It's quite possible to eat them wearing gloves," she pointed out. At least if they were made with this in mind. "Or you eat with forks, spoons, knives or whatever is suitable. But yes, I've noted eating with bare hands is popular here. It's, well... not quite what I'm used to."
It was disgusting.
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Well. Not everything, but Kanan figured she would get what he meant.
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It should probably come as no surprise that she just wanted to be the one asking questions rather than being sincerely interested.
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"Clearly not everything," he replied. "Though for me it's a matter of practicality. You seem to have an aversion to people doing things with bare hands."
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"Practicality? Radchaai just find not wearing gloves indecent."
Like walking around in your underwear. And since Radchaai more or less meant civilized people, it followed that those who didn't wear gloves were uncivilized. Seivarden might not say so explicitly but she did think it.
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Really, that was probably about as loaded a question as it would have been if he'd asked why people wore clothes. Why was nudity indecent, right? People would be hard-pressed to come up with any practical answer.
He didn't figure Seivarden cared much about practicality in some cases, either.
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Seivarden looked at Kanan, raising an eyebrow. There wasn't really any other way to respond to that. There were explanations based on ritual purity, but Seivarden wasn't the right person to explain religious matters.
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Kanan could think of a whole Empire like that back home.
"It's a rule that seems a bit like a trap," Kanan settled on, finally. "Every species that has hands uses them, needs them in order to get by in their day-to-day. Not everybody can wear a pair of gloves, though. Some people can't or don't wear clothing at all. Where they're from, that's perfectly civil. To some, being so ashamed to show one's body that we have to cover it all makes us the uncivilized ones."
Besides, did you really want to be the one to try to get a pair of pants onto a Wookiee?
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"But would you say that those perspectives are beneficial for your universe?"
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No, seriously. If you called a Wookiee uncvilized, you totally had it coming to you when one turned around to rip off your arm.
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"No, of course you wouldn't say so," Seivarden replied, not surprised that Kanan was missing the point, which of course he was. That was to be expected.
"You know, I've served in the military for most of my life, and I've been part of several annexations. There are always some opposition from a few groups at first, but when that is dealt with people are quite happy with what civilization brings."
She wasn't expecting her? him? (she decided not to bother) to understand that either.
Smiling, she added: "And I'm not just talking about clothes."
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"No," he said evenly. "You're talking about assimilation. Doing away with what was there before, turning it all into something the same as you. What for? Resources? Most people don't do that sort of thing for the good of the people they... annex."
There is no emotion, there is peace...
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"What for? I suppose it makes no sense if you don't believe that civilization matters."
It was more complicated than that, of course.
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"I believe that people matter," he said, slowly. "I've seen war myself, you know. I've also seen a single-minded Empire sweep across the Galaxy like a cancer, infecting, destroying, or enslaving everything it touches. So why don't you try me?"
He reached down to put his hand on Hera's head.
It was possibly the one reason Seivarden still had a face.
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"I don't know about that Empire," she said, more cautious now. "But it sounds to me that it offers nothing that benefits those people. No opportunities or nothing new to be a part of. If that is your idea of civilization, then we aren't talking about the same thing."
Seivarden had yet to mention turning prisoners of war into parts of ship AIs, and then being used as soldiers.
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