That Warehouse O'Kanan's, Friday

[uncertain_dume]

Well, it was another rainy day, apparently, and so Kanan was once again in the warehouse for his Friday routine. Said routine, at this point, mostly just involved coming in after class, reaching for a weapon, and running through forms until somebody inevitably arrived or called or otherwise interrupted. Not that he minded the interruptions, either. After all, if he didn't want to be interrupted, he wouldn't have invited folks along in the first place.

Today he had yet another sword for the collection, as well. The one that Amaya had crafted for him was... more ornate, with more spikes than he would ever have incorporated into a weapon of his own design, but he was impressed enough by how it felt in his hand that he was going to work with it today regardless, trying to see if he could adapt his usual lightsaber forms to account for a blade that was flat and not made of plasma.

There were a few false starts before he really got the feel for it, but once he worked out when to turn his wrist and how to account for certain motions besides, the going was actually pretty smooth.

[OOC: Open warehouse!]

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[thatwaslucky]

At some point, Kanan would get texted a picture of the sand dunes at sunrise, which was pretty if you didn't have anything against sand.

It also spoke to how early she'd been up and moving.

[uncertain_dume]

In return, Kanan was sending Rey a link to the Twitter account he'd set up for Stance in Summer's class yesterday.

It already had several new photos of the good good boy uploaded to it.

[thatwaslucky]

Uh this looks like a Twitter for your dog. Why is there a Twitter for your dog?

[uncertain_dume]

You can thank Summer for that. Drafted a fugitive for a class on social media, the internet is going to end up with a lot of accounts for Stance.

There was no way he'd consider making one otherwise, really.

[thatwaslucky]

This is amazing. I still expect pictures to my phone, though.

[uncertain_dume]

I wouldn't dream of disappointing.

He really wouldn't.

A moment later, he added, The sunrises on Jakku are stunning. I had no idea.

[thatwaslucky]

It's a nice change from all the beige. They happen too early though.

And Rey had maybe gotten spoiled seeing then happen in better places.

[uncertain_dume]

I've been catching a few on the island, waking up to run with the dog. Want me to start sending those along too?

Not just to remind her what she was missing out on.

[thatwaslucky]

I won't turn them down.

Kanan was really her only connection to anything outside Jakku now. She'd take literally anything he sent.

You're getting up that early on purpose?

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan left Vette alone with the store again. She was tearing something apart and he really didn't want to know what. He'd see it when she was done and he could 'good job' about it.

In a rain suit and with his daypack, he arrived at the warehouse. Kanan was playing with live steel, so Kaidan kicked back a foot and held up the wall by the door. Crossing his arms over his chest, he relaxed and just watched for a bit.

[uncertain_dume]

And Kanan worked through the last of his current pattern before turning a nod toward Kaidan, looking at his sword, and then lowering it to his side.

"Hey, you made it," he said, grinning a little crookedly. "Two weeks in a row! Maybe you'll be half-decent with a sword eventually yet."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan kicked off the wall and headed to his usual crate to strip off the raingear. "I said I would," he smiled, "so here I am, your quartz in the rough." He nodded at the sword, "That the one Amaya was working on?"

[uncertain_dume]

"It is," Kanan confirmed, holding it up so that Kaidan could take a better look if he wanted. "She went above and beyond with this, I have to say."

It was gorgeous. He was impressed and intimidated by it in equal measures mostly for that reason. But it felt right in his hand. She had an eye for what a swordsman needed, and that was more important than how it looked, by far.

"It's not what I'm used to, but that's not a bad thing."

[spectre_alenko]

"What are the spikes for?" Kaidan asked, following up with, "The metalwork's really nice. Looks solid."

[uncertain_dume]

"The spikes are because Amaya likes spikes," Kanan laughed. "That part's going to take some experimentation. The other blade, the one she let me borrow through the summer, didn't have anything quite so... wicked."

He nodded toward the leaf blade, propped against the wall.

"It's less borrowed, more owned now. I have to say, her customer service is every bit as good as her craftsmanship."

... He was still confused about the spikes.

[spectre_alenko]

"Yeah, the spikes are definitely, uh, impressive," Kaidan said, trying to find a word for it. "Now all you need is a leather jacket and some biker boots."

He walked over and picked up one of the very much not metal thank you swords. Nodding at the blade in Kanan's hand, "You working with that today?"

He didn't mind. It's not as though he'd get stabbed in the eye with it or anything.

[ooc: cw on that link it is literally what the line says]

[uncertain_dume]

"If we're doing more patterns I might," Kanan admitted. "The form changes with a weapon with a solid blade. One of a lightsaber's benefits is that it doesn't matter what angle I attack from, the blade's going to cause damage."

He lifted a shoulder.

"I'm still working this one out. Those spikes are going to be a challenge. One side of the blade is more likely to cause, uh, somewhat messier damage than the other."

Much, much messier. Lightsaber wounds didn't tend to bleed in the first place.

[2_old_for_this]

Peter showed up midway through the afternoon, poking his head in, then waiting off to the side until Kanan was done.

[uncertain_dume]

"Peter!" Kanan turned a nod Peter's way as he finished his next set of forms, lowering his blade and offering him a grin. "Good to see you made it, buddy."

[2_old_for_this]

Peter smiled back. "Glad to show up. That's quite some sword."

[uncertain_dume]

"Isn't it, though?" Kanan sounded faintly bemused as he looked at it. "Amaya likes spikes."

She really, really did.

"The green steel's a nice touch, though."

[2_old_for_this]

"I like the green," Peter agreed. "The rest is...a bit more ornate than I've seen before in an actual fighting weapon. You seem to be doing well with it, though."

[uncertain_dume]

"Tell me about it," Kanan replied, shaking his head a little. "Have you seen the weapon I usually use? No frills. It turns on, it turns off. I'm a little afraid to use this one in an actual fight. Not because I don't think it can do damage. I'm actually picturing what those spikes would to do somebody."

It was horrifying.

"The plasma burns might be kinder."

He turned it over in his hand, considering it. Yeah. He was still amazed by and terrified of it in about equal measures.

"That said, the craftsmanship is amazing. And it... feels right, to my hand. If I don't think too hard about it, it handles well." He paused. And then he nodded toward the selection of stuff he had propped against the wall. "She threw in the simpler blade I'd been using over the summer too. In case you need something to spar with, if you don't mind me figuring out how this thing handles."

[2_old_for_this]

"The balance would be my biggest concern," Peter said. "Amaya knows her craft, if she's got it right." He went to pick up the other blade. "I have her forging one for me, too, but it's nowhere near as ornate."

He paused.

"I think."

[uncertain_dume]

"I wasn't quite expecting this," Kanan replied, giving Peter a wry smile. "I think since this was her first on the new forge, she got excited."

He held it out toward him, in offer.

"But give it a feel. Whatever she ends up adding to yours, at least you know it'll have good balance."