The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Today was significantly nicer than it had been for the past week and some change. Which, admittedly, was a very low bar to trip right on over, but here Kanan was, deciding that being out training with a potential storm on the way was the hill he was willing to die on anyway.

Was he paying attention to the clouds building overhead, growing decidedly more ominous with every passing minute? Maybe. Maybe that was exactly why he was totally fine with being out here today. He'd packed a few plastic rain ponchos in case of the weather actually committing to that threat of a thunderstorm. He'd still packed extra water bottles, because 'nicer' didn't mean it wasn't still humid. And he had a back-up plan in case of rain, where he'd bust down the door to an abandoned warehouse and have any sparring sessions go on there if the rain proved to be too much for anybody who might show up today.

Stance was, as usual, doing his excited puppy prance around the park, and Kanan had his training remote - Shooty McKillface, apparently - out so that he could deflect bolts back at it while he waited for either his usual Friday crew or the weather to arrive.

He enjoyed his entire Friday crew, but if he was being perfectly honest, he was hoping for the weather to get there first.

[OOC: Open!]

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[thatwaslucky]

Sorry, narrative, Rey still showed. The threat of rain didn't worry her at all. She grabbed a cloak in case she ended up needing it, but she liked storms, so it wasn't going to keep her away.

And since this was something she felt a little less bad about interrupting, as opposed to forms or meditation, she said helpfully, "Don't get hit."

[uncertain_dume]

"That's the plan," Kanan called back, catching another couple of blaster bolts on his lightsaber's blade. It wasn't going full-tilt or anything by any stretch of the imagination, no. He was still warming up, and because he was expecting people, he didn't want any of those bolts to go wide and hit anybody. Better to keep it at a setting he knew he could control. "'Don't get hit' is pretty much the goal in most things I do involving weapons, really."

It wasn't bad, so far as goals went.

[thatwaslucky]

"That does make a lot of sense," she said, tilting her head a little as she watched. She was still paying attention to how he moved, filing that away. It wasn't like she dealt with bolts like this ever. "That should actually be a goal in pretty much everything."

[uncertain_dume]

"Don't get hit while flying, don't get hit while crossing the street..." Kanan pursed his lips a little, blocked a few more bolts, and then nodded. "Yeah, I'm not going to argue there. Not getting hit is an all-around solid plan."

[thatwaslucky]

"Am I being distracting?" she checked.

[uncertain_dume]

"Not yet," Kanan replied. And then tilted his head, still blocking bolts left and right. "Do you want to be?"

Because at the moment, his guard was only up in one direction.

[thatwaslucky]

"Wasn't trying to be, but I'm pretty sure I could manage it," she shrugged.

[intotheout]

"You know sword fighting in a thunderstorm is like its whole own special category of stupid, right?"

[uncertain_dume]

"And that's why I'm using the lightsaber and I've left the leaf blade off to the side for times when it isn't storming," Kanan noted as he deflected a few more blaster bolts with his saber's blade. "And I'm considering packing this up and heading to one of the abandoned warehouses if the weather gets too ugly."

He wasn't that category of stupid. He'd thought this through!

[intotheout]

"I don't have a plasma weapon that deflects energy blasts," Tip pointed out. "And bamboo's not going to not attract lightning."

Look, class had already gotten her into a trolling kind of mood. Kanan was doomed before she even got out here.

[uncertain_dume]

"Hence the warehouse plan," Kanan replied, still leaning hard into something vaguely resembling infinite patience, as another few bolts were deflected back at Shooty. "I'm not in the habit of getting my students cooked if I can help it."

[intotheout]

"As your student, I appreciate that." Tip nodded to the lightsaber. "So, you got a name for her, yet?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan held out his hand and de-activated Shooty, letting the remote fall into the grass before he straightened up and regarded his saber.

"I'm working on it," he replied. "Naming something this important to me requires some thought."

And nothing quite seemed to sum it up properly.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan took his lunch break to go run. It was Friday, he went through the park to make sure Kanan wasn't trying death by heat exhaustion again, because really once a month was all you get, Kanan.

He was, of course, in armor, playing some sort of plasma weapon baseball with a floaty robot. Kaidan tried not to sigh. Stance provided a good distraction, so he grabbed a seat on the sidelines and played with the pup.

[uncertain_dume]

"Hey, Kaidan," Kanan called, not pausing in his training as he did so. "Here to supervise my wardrobe choices again?"

He was, at least, mostly joking about it.

[spectre_alenko]

"Yup," Kaidan agreed readily, "but at least it's not as hot as it was last week, and you're actually doing something where the armor might be necessary. Your bot seems to have it out for you."

[uncertain_dume]

"Well, yeah. It's programmed to," Kanan replied, catching a few more bolts on his blade. "It's a training remote. That's what they're for."

Just... shooting at you.

[spectre_alenko]

"Doesn't seem to be challenging you much," Kaidan noted, "You taking it easy due to the heat?"

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm taking it easy due to not wanting passers-by to end up getting shot at by blaster bolts."

...

"And also the heat, sure."

But mostly that first one.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya said she'd swing by the park today to get a little more of Kanan in action and maybe talk prototypes. She did carry an elongated, wrapped bundle on her back that clanked in a very telling way, and her eyes kept drifting upwards, narrowing, and she shook her head. Of course it would hold out until after her class.

But, then again, if she went ahead and had the class at the site like she wanted, she'd have had a fried Beaker on her hands, guaranteed.

She was glad it was holding out for Kanan and his trainees, through, especially so she could watch and jot a few notes in a small notebook as she did it. This was nice, actually getting to observe and research for a good, solid, meaningful project, instead of just "Hey, Amaya, we need fifty more standard Daventry Knights spears because someone got spooked by a sound in the well and they all threw theirs down there."

[uncertain_dume]

And between sparring and working with the training remote, Amaya probably had a fair bit to pull from. Eventually, Kanan, putting his blades away, turned and nodded a polite hello to her.

"Afternoon, Amaya."

[special_rabbit]

"Kanan," Amaya greeted him back with a nod, using her notebook in a little bit of a salute. "Looking good out there, if you don't mind me saying. And I think you might know me well enough by now to know that, before we get down to business, I have got to ask about that little thing floating around shooting bolts at you."

[uncertain_dume]

"That would be what we call a remote back home," Kanan explained, smiling faintly as he walked over to pick it up, and then made his way over to Amaya with it. "There are a few different kinds, but this one is made specifically for training purposes. It shoots at me, I do what I can to not get shot. It's not as good as an actual, living, thinking opponent, but it doesn't hurt to keep me in form."

[special_rabbit]

"What do the other kinds do?" Amaya asked, head tilted, and, without even really thinking about it, her hand went out. "May I?"

You couldn't have a little guy like that and not expect her to want to have a closer look, right?

"We've got magical orbs and things like that at home to do stuff like this, but there's practically magic everywhere there. THat's part of what I love so much around here. Not everything's all about magic."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan handed it over with a shrug.

"Careful with the settings. Up the charge enough and those bolts can do some actual damage."

Mandatory warning, really.

"And there are remotes for things like surveillance and as portable microphones and such. Probably anything you might want a tiny flying ball for, honestly."