The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Another week, another beautiful Friday, another day where Kanan was in the park with swords and dog. Until people arrived, he had his training remote, the one that Jaina had given to him, out and turned on, and he was working his way up the settings, adjusting the difficulty enough to push him as he fell back into the swing of his lightsaber form while maintaining minimum damage from the bolts themselves.

Not that he couldn't handle a few good burns, but he didn't want a stray blaster bolt hurting anything from a wandering duck to a sparring partner. The more dangerous settings were for elsewhere, places that were less likely to have random passers-by than a park on a sunny Friday at the end of a summer term.

The remote fired off another volley of shots, and Kanan caught them on his blade, most of them going wide, but a few actually heading back toward the little floating ball. Which was yet another reason for him to keep the output down low; he ruined more training remotes that way...

Stance barked and took off after a butterfly. Kanan just smiled and continued training. Overall, it wasn't a bad way to wrap up the work week.

[OOC: Open!]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden and Kanan was on speaking terms, which was a little awkward. Did that mean they should talk now when Seivarden brought Issa to the park to play with Stance as usual. She sat the cat down on the ground, almost hoping that Kanan would prefer to carry on practicing.

[uncertain_dume]

Well, with a cat running around now too, it was probably a good idea to not carry on with the training routine that involved a tiny murderous droid shooting off dozens of laser dots. Kanan lowered his lightsaber, shut off the remote, and then walked over to retrieve it from where it fell on the ground.

Safety first and all that. He paused as he stood up again to give Seivarden a polite nod as Stance trotted over to greet the cat.

[1000yearstoolate]

Issa sat down, waiting for Stance to come close enough for her to poke his nose. Seivarden gave a nod in return.

"Good afternoon," she greeted.

[uncertain_dume]

"Good afternoon," Kanan replied, glancing from her to the pets. "She's been settling back in well after her disappearing act this week, I hope?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"She is," Seivarden said. "I'm keeping an eye on her though."

She had brought tea as usual, and propriety demanded she offered to share it rather than to drink it alone, but that would be awkward.

"I didn't mean to interrupt."

[uncertain_dume]

"Nah, I know," Kanan replied, clipping the remote to his belt. "I don't want her running into the line of fire, that's all. It probably wouldn't hurt her, but I'd rather not risk it."

[1000yearstoolate]

"That... is probably wise," Seivarden said. It was, even if it meant they were stuck here having to talk.

She looked at Issa and Stance. The cat was just diving in under a bush.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan watched as Stance dove after her... mostly just managing to get stuck halfway.

"Not that she has much interest in chasing the remote bolts," he allowed.

[1000yearstoolate]

If anyone had been close enough they would have heard purring from the bush. For Seivarden, the easiest thing would have been asking about those remotes, but that would have been awkward considering her opinion about swords and the fact that Kanan was really good at using that glowing one. So:

"I brought some tea."

When in doubt, talk about tea.

[uncertain_dume]

That warranted a pause and a faintly amused reply from Kanan.

"So you did," he agreed. "Good tea?"

He wasn't going to assume that was an invitation until it was actually phrased as one. It seemed easier that way.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden smirked. "Of course it is. Would you like a cup? Since you're anyway taking a break."

[uncertain_dume]

At this rate, Kanan was going to start to think that Seivarden actually liked having conversations with him or something.

"You know, I'd love a cup," he decided, clipping his lightsaber to his belt and heading over to the bench. "Thanks for offering."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden just didn't like awkward silence. The alternative was to go back to ignoring Kanan. Besides, not offering tea was rude.

"Of course," she said, reaching for her thermos.

Two paws dived out from under the bush, trying to attack Stance's leg.

[intotheout]

"Man, you must have really pissed that robot off."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan blinked and barely managed to block a blaster bolt as it came flying at his face.

"Hey-" he lowered his lightsaber and powered down the remote, "-Gratuity. Nah, it likes doing this. I think."

It was a training remote. They weren't exactly known for thinking beyond 'shoot shoot pew pew pew.'

[intotheout]

Well, neither were billboards, as a general rule. And yet. . . .

Bill zipped excitedly over to examine the new robot, shooting bubbles of greeting. The training remote was a lot bigger than he was, but it was the closest thing to an actual peer he'd met in ages.

"So . . . it's a sadist?" Tip asked. She was teasing.

Mostly.

[uncertain_dume]

The training remote bobbled in place, mostly, though did pull a little zig-zag as it was approached by the little billboard.

"It's a flying ball covered in blasters," Kanan pointed out, grinning faintly. "And possibly a sadist."

It did have a 'lethal' setting, after all.

[intotheout]

"Now now, just because it's a flying ball covered in blasters doesn't mean it can't have other dreams," Tip said. "Does it have a name?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan glanced between the remote and Tip, and then just sort of shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not entirely sure what make it is," he admitted. "We used to use Marksman-H remotes when I was a kid, but I haven't seen one of those in ages."

[intotheout]

"Right," Tip said with a nod. "So obviously the first thing we need to do today is give it a proper name."

Which would be unfortunate when Kanan inevitably destroyed it in training.

[uncertain_dume]

... Kanan could never train with a remote again. And the look on his face said he was very much thinking along those lines as he looked between the remote and Tip.

Shit.

"Okaayyy," he said, slowly. "What would you name one of these?"

Besides 'fodder.'

[intotheout]

Sorry, Kanan, apparently having enough imagination that you've actually managed to help a billboard gain sentience came with side effects.

Tip tilted her head, considering the remote.

"Shooty McKillface."

She was still a child of the internet, after all.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan spread his hands a little helplessly.

"And now it has a name. I can never use it again."

It would die and there would be sadness. Not his sadness, maybe. But sadness.

[intotheout]

"But then it won't get to shoot you," Tip said. She was full on grinning now. "That's its purpose in life. It's even named for it."

Yeah, she knew exactly what she'd done.

[uncertain_dume]

"Why are you like this?"

Kanan didn't seem all that upset. Hell, he was shaking his head and trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"This was my last resort in training to get back up to speed without actively asking Skywalker for an assist, and now I'm going to be forever worried that I'll accidentally kill it."