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The Park, Friday Afternoon

Hey, whoever could have predicted that Kanan might be in the park this Friday afternoon, wielding his lightsaber and running through forms while he waited for his student?

... Besides basically everybody, by this point, perhaps.

Still, here he was, falling into step, stance after stance, trying to dredge up those old motions that he hadn't touched in ages.

He was doing better today than he had the last time he'd done it. Or maybe he was just better at not beating himself up for his missteps. Either way, he was going to consider it an improvement.

[OOC: Open park! Got distracted by a job offer, but I'm here-ish!]

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Tip didn't have any illusions about sneaking up on her sensei, but she still stopped a decent distance away while he practiced so she could get a few candid shots of him in action with her camera for art class.

"Do you ever practice with it after dark?" she asked as she finally approached. "Because with the light from the blade, I bet you could get some gorgeous effects on film."

That question gave Kanan a moment's pause. He blinked at the lightsaber, and then over at Tip, an eyebrow raised.

"It's a little more conspicuous after dark," he noted. "Which has been something I've sort of avoided for a while, now."

He squinted a little, though he looked more puzzled than anything.

"Is that a camera?"

It was so archaic.

It was a film camera, so it was even pretty archaic for modern Earth.

"Yup. We're doing a photography unit in art class. You realize you're pretty conspicuous anyway, right? It's not like you're hiding."

"Well, no. It isn't like I'm hiding here," Kanan allowed. He shrugged, shut off the blade to his saber, and chuckled almost sheepishly at that. "I'm coming to terms with the idea that here is safe. Well. Safe from what I'm hiding from, anyway."

He tilted his head at the camera again.

"So you're supposed to... just take pictures?"

"There's a little more to it than that," Tip said with a small laugh. "But yeah. Whatever we like, as long as we get a good variety of, like, subject and composition."

Kanan considered that for a few moments, and then shrugged.

"You want me to come back after dark and run through a few forms then?"

He wasn't opposed to it, really. He was well aware that the draw here was the lightsaber, and he was up for running forms at any time of the day.

"Would you?" Tip asked, grinning at him. "I might even take some video if you're cool with that, too. Or a time lapse thing so it ends up looking like you're holding a big glowing disk. . . ."

"Sure," Kanan laughed. "You pick the night, and I'll be here. Is there anything you'll need me to bring? Or is just the lightsaber and my smiling face enough?"

"Do you have any more dramatic outfits?" Tip mused. "Maybe something with a cape. . . ."

Okay, that earned a snort out of Kanan, right there.

"Fortunately, I missed the usual Jedi cloak phase," he replied, amused. "But I have a long coat. It... mostly survived all the hell it went through back on Gorse. There were explosions involved. Falling rocks. And acid."

And some electrocution for good measure. Kanan's first trip back home in a long while hadn't been a great time.

"But after dark, that shouldn't make much difference."

". . . Actually, that stuff might add interesting texture," Tip said. "This is black and white film, so one solid color might be kind of bland."

"Huh. I never would have considered texture," Kanan admitted. "But I suppose I'm not the one in the art class."

He really didn't have an eye for that sort of thing.

That would never change.

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Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, a young Mandalorian girl was nodding along and she didn't know why.

"Maybe this weekend?" Tip suggested. "Then I don't have to worry about not staying up too late on a school night."

She didn't actually worry about that, but Kanan was an "authority figure", so she felt the need to pretend.

Not that Kanan was really much for caring about things like bedtimes, anyway. Just wait until he had a Padawan of his own (as opposed to a ptarmigan) and had him up all hours of the night training and fighting the Empire.

"Sure, this weekend works for me," he replied easily. "Tomorrow night? Sunday night? Either is fine, it isn't like I do much at work on Sunday except babysit the Pancake Squad anyway."

And greet customers and take orders and prepare the occasional milkshake, sure.

"Ohhh yeah, you work at the diner." Tip had totally forgotten. Mostly because she didn't go there very often. "Let's do Sunday. Less likely we'll be interrupted by drunken revelers."

Again, not something that was super likely. But still.

"Wait, people drunkenly revel around here? How did I manage to miss that?"

That had been his job up until recently, and he'd been dropping the ball on it. Who was revelling drunkenly without him?

Tip shrugged. "I don't know. I'm fifteen. A fun night out usually means movies in the common room. But isn't Saturday when people are supposed to get drunk and party?"

"Back on Gorse, that was 'any night the miners still had money,'" Kanan replied, "so I probably wouldn't be a good indicator of that one. Even with a few months of bartending experience behind me, there."

Granted, he'd spent about as much time passed out on the floor behind the bar as he had actually serving drinks behind it.

"What's this? Hints of a disreputable past?" Tip teased, and tilted her head. "Check out Sensei, starting to get interesting."

"Wait, all it took for me to be interesting was for me to mention that I spent some time bartending?" Kanan was grinning, now. "Well, it's a good thing I never went into much detail about the time I spent as a smuggler, then. That'd probably be too much to handle."

"Tell the truth, Sensei," Tip said. "You were raised by warrior pirate monks, weren't you."

"No, no," Kanan replied, "the pirate came after the warrior monks. But he was a pretty good guy. For someone who tried to sell me off at every Imperial spacestation we passed by."

Kanan actually kind of missed Kasmir. That dirty tuft-sucker.

Tip blinked. "Wait, someone actually tried to sell you?"

She'd just been talking about racism post-slavery in class that morning. She was all set up not to take that joke lightly.

The hell of it was, Kanan wasn't joking.

"For the bounty money," he clarified. "I was supposed to be dead, and I kept irritatingly being alive. He figured we could make some easy credits turning me in to the authorities and then busting me out again."

He paused.

"I didn't take it very well, the first time."

Kasmir hadn't exactly given him a heads-up.

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"Um," Tip said, looking faintly appalled. "Well yeah! What the hell!"

The guy was a pirate, Tip, honey, what did you expect?

"Pirate," Kanan pointed out. "It's more than just a fashion statement."

But it was such a cool fashion statement!

"We should talk about something else now, shouldn't we."

"Up to you," Kanan replied easily. "I'm not going to stand here and argue too hard that he was a great guy. I'll even own up to the fact that he pretty much put me through hell while I was with him. He's also pretty much the sole reason I survived that first year, so... Let's say there are some mixed feelings there that I have yet to work through."

Because 'Kanan' and 'working through feelings' were not two great tastes that tasted great together.

Hell, he'd named himself after the man. If loosely.

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"Sorry," Tip said. "I get a little extra angry about the idea of people being sold." She shook her head. "Yes, changing the subject. Sooooooooooo sword practice."

"Fair enough," Kanan replied, holding up his free hand, and then holding his lightsaber out for Tip to take. "Let's get your mind on something else. She doesn't take well to anger anyway."

Great. Now tip had him referring to his lightsaber as 'she.'

Tip was very proud of that.

She accepted the hilt, but didn't turn it on yet. Something told her not to take that "she doesn't take well to anger" thing seriously. "So do you do any art stuff?"

Well, she didn't take well do being forced to act against her will by the dark side, which was close enough, for Kanan. It was a Jedi thing.

"What, me? Besides this, you mean?"

... Swordplay was totally an art.

Tip wasn't even going to argue with that. It was kind of like dancing, if nothing else. "Yeah. Besides this."

"Never really thought much about it," Kanan admitted. "I was going to be a Knight when I grew up, and then I wasn't, and being constantly on the move didn't lend itself well to picking up any art forms. Unless you count acting, I suppose."

Kanan was an incredible actor. He acted like a total asshole all the time.

"Acting, huh?" Tip said. "If you can sing you're a triple threat."

"I have been known to sing while drinking," Kanan laughed. "It isn't good."

It wasn't even 'okay.'

In fact, it was a huge mistake. But hilarious, provided you were also drunk. And tone deaf.

"So . . . not a triple threat, then," Tip said. She grinned and switched on the lightsaber. "Good to know."

"I'll acknowledge that my singing is a threat," Kanan said, grinning as he wandered over to pick up his bamboo sword, "but definitely not that way."

He gave it an easy twirl in his hand. Not a move he'd recommend Tip try with the lightsaber. And then he slipped into his ready stance.

"Let's run over those advanced drills again. Then, next week, it'll be sparring." A beat. "Not with the lightsaber."

He enjoyed actually having a sword. And a face. And a life.

"Definitely not with the lightsaber," Tip agreed. She was filing that twirl away in her head to try at home with her own bamboo sword. She matched her stance to his, then started into the first move of the drill before he could get it started. She was really starting to feel like she had the hang of this. "But now I kind of want to hear you sing sometime. I bet you know some killer space-pirate shanties."

"Sure, but they're all about promiscuous Kalleran women," Kanan snorted, slipping easily into pace alongside her once she had begun. "You won't believe the number of ways I was taught to sing about non-human sex."

There was a lot of tuft-sucking involved.

Kanan was never going to explain just what sort of naughtiness that was in reference to, considering the Kallerans were a hairless species.

Summer, too, had a camera, and she didn't have anything better to do that afternoon, so she was venturing out to see what she could snap pictures of that day. Some squirrels in the trees, ducks in the pond, maybe some snow on the cool old buildings in the town, and, of course....

"Hey, BDG!" Summer called out, lifting her camera and giving it a little shake. "Lemme get a shot of you and your glowy sword!"

Consider it a warm-up for all the shots she was going to try to snag at the diner on Sunday.

Kanan really hadn't been expecting to be such a point of interest today for teenage girls with cameras. What was Hardison going to think next week, when all these photos were developed?

"Sure," he laughed, not really thinking that far ahead. "It's a pretty popular sword these days, apparently."

He didn't so much strike a pose as he just stepped into the next part of the forms he was running through. Which was basically just the same thing as striking a pose, but with discipline.

It had so much more to do with the person than the sword, but, whatever, Summer wasn't going to correct him.

In fact...

"Well, it's a cool glowy sword," she said, taking a quick snap of his first form, and she moved, too, trying to test out different angles and directions. "It's interesting, cool use of color, not a bad subject for a photography project. And maybe next week, we'll learn how to Photoshop the dork holding it out of the picture."

That got a laugh out of Kanan, at least. He gave the lightsaber a spin in his hand, which would almost certainly make for one hell of a photo, if Summer's shutter finger was fast enough.

"They give grades for floating lightsabers these days? Hell, that'd be an interesting picture, I might have to ask for a copy of that one."

Jedi, minus Dume. Basically a metaphor for whatever this was he had going on these days.

What a showoff. But she had to admit, it did make a pretty sweet picture. If her shutter finger was fast enough? Had he seen this girl texting before?

"That would be pretty interesting," Summer had to admit. "I'm sure there's some sort of technique you can use when you develop the picture to get an effect like that or something. I'll have to ask Mr. Hardison in class next week."

"See, with holos, all you'd have to do is knock me out of it. But you'd be losing the background and everything anyway. It basically would just be a floating lightsaber."

Or he could just use the Force to make his lightsaber float. That was an option, too.

He had not yet gotten that far in his thinking processes.

"Hey Summer," Tip greeted, holding up her camera. "Looks like we had the same idea."

"Great minds, and all that," Summer answered with a grin and a salute of her camera, too, and then lifted it to take a quick shot of Tip while they were at it. "I mean, cool dude with a cool sword, practically demands to be photographed. I got a lot of good ideas worked out with the squirrels after my radio on Thursday, too, and Tuesday at the shop's gonna be great, with all that old, weird junk. And after this, I'm totally heading to the Gig."

She was going to fill half her roll with horses, of course, cackling the whole time.

"Wow, you have way more plans than I do," Tip marveled. "I'm mostly just making this up as I go."

[sorry, last night got away from me!]

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