July Catch All!

[bostonhowler]

Characters:Date: JULY
Location: All over Keeliai
Situation: July catch-all
Warnings/Ratings: None, but possibly violence

A. Heather at the dojo

Heather starts going to the dojo in the early mornings, with her Spatha at her side. She's working mostly on forms, though if anyone wants to stop her and spar with her, she's more than willing to do so.

B. Heather at the Healer's Guild

Heather loves working a shift at the Guild, and will often pick up extra shifts here and there, because she's bored. But, she's got a gentle touch and likes learning about new herb healing.

C. Heather out and about

Heather can be found just about anywhere. She's going to be lurking around the Fire Sector, looking for houses of ill repute, to perhaps pick up a few nights worth of work.

D. Brigid at the shelter

With Erskine's disappearance, the running of the shelter has fallen to Brigid. And she doesn't mind it too much. She'd much rather answer to someone else, but until she finds someone to be the face of the shelter, she's it. Plus, it's cutting into her time with Jackie.

E. Brigid at the dojo

Brigid is getting back into Krav Maga. It's a nice routine to be in her mind. Plus, it means that she doesn't need to go running.

F. Brigid at the Hotel

Brigid can be found, most evenings, in the common area of the hotel, a few papers, a few books spread out around her. She's also got a huge book in front of her, as she translates. Other times, she's translating for someone else. But she's willing to be bothered.

G. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

Just let me know which one you want!

Comments

C

[no_light]

Following the pull of darkness which the Cultist knife helped him sense had led Kylo Ren into one of the less reputable parts of the Fire Sector tonight.

He was completely focused on the Force, barely avoiding to walk into passerbys more by luck than skill. Right until he no longer avoided it, anyway, and stumbled into another body.

"Watch where you are...!" He trailed off when he recognized the woman, vaguely, as someone he had seen at Bakura's dojo. He had taken note of her good forms, and meant to speak to her sometime. But... certainly not standing right in front of a brothel, while he held a knife in hand. He could already feel himself flushing. "Excuse me," he mumbled, "it was my mistake."

AHAHAHAHA POOR KYLO

[celticromanstone]

Heather has been watching the Fire Sector for hours. She can see which houses do brisk business, which ones are not up to par, and which ones have cruel beings in charge of them.

she's just thinking of approaching one of the smaller, more well kept of the houses when she's bumped into.

Heather turns her attention to the boy who rammed into her, and arches an eyebrow at him. She's seen him around the dojo, watching her practice her forms. Her eyes flick to the knife. "Yes, it was." She says, conversationally. "Of course, now, you'll have to buy me a drink."

HE IS SO MORTIFIED (but hey Kylo it could be worse she could be working already!)

[no_light]

He tucks the knife away, momentarily having the appearance of a child caught while doing something naughty. Which is about how he feels, really.

"A drink?" He raises his brows, somewhat amused, but mostly still flustered and trying so hard to hide it. He looks around, taking note of the businesses that line this street, and coughs. "I'm not sure if we can find someplace here which serves only drinks," he says wryly. Obviously bracing himself, he adds, "but that might not matter, as long as they do serve drinks."

You've got to forgive him, it's been a very long time since he got to visit shady cantinas. The First Order just doesn't do entertainment.

Heh heh heh who says she isn't?

[celticromanstone]

She notices the knife, and raises an eyebrow. She's not obviously armed, having tucked away her Spatha under her coat, but he's acting like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He's well enough put together, for her. His face is angular without being too sharp. He'll do, rather well, if his embarrassment is anything to go by.

She slips her arm into his, ignoring the danger. She doesn't know this boy except as someone she's seen around the dojo. "Well, we will have to find a place that serves only drinks."

She's still oddly amused by him. Perhaps this trip into the Fire Sector will not be a full waste of her time.

[no_light]

When she slips her arm into his, he twitches, freezing momentarily in shock. That... People just don't do that. They don't get that close to him. He watches at her, half waiting for something to happen, an attack, or a joke, or... Anything.

"Right. Drinks." Okay, he can avoiding making a fool of himself. In theory, at least. Maybe. Yeah, maybe sounds good. "We can find someplace that serves drinks."

But he's sure not steering her towards the door of that very-obviously-a-brothel place they stand in front of. The bar next door looks cantina-like enough, though, they seem to be playing music there.

"Here?" he asks, nodding towards it and walking very stiffly, for he doesn't quite know what to do with his captive arm.

A!

[wrathfulkhan]

Gene doesn't see a lot of people using actual swords in the dojo, so this is...refreshing, actually.

"I'm not familiar with those forms," he says, "and I've seen a lot. Care to share?"

[celticromanstone]

Heather actually finishes her forms before replying. She doesn't want to seem rude, but he did catch her in the middle of something. "They're Roman in origin." She says, though that explains nothing. She's not explaining that she learned them at the fall of the Roman empire, from an old legionnaire.

"Heather Stone." She says, holding out a hand.

[wrathfulkhan]

He understands; she doesn't seem rude at all.

"Gene Khan," he says, shaking her hand. "And that explains why I didn't recognize them. I haven't had the chance to see many historical forms."

[celticromanstone]

She grabs a towel and runs it over her face, before looking at him over it. "Are you implying that I'm old enough to have seen them?" She asks, somewhat amused. She's sure he isn't, but it's still funny to poke at young boys who are a little bit stumbling toward the fairer sex.

Heather goes back to the circle where she was working. "Are you familiar with many modern forms then?"

[wrathfulkhan]

Gene smiles. "Not at all. I have a little more manners than to question a lady's age. Especially," he says with a humored glint in his eye, "when she's holding a sword." A good rule for everyone to follow, really.

"Some," he admits. "I can recognize several on sight, but what I practice most is wushu."

F

[jinzhong]

Luckily, since Jackie lives at the Hotel, it's easy enough for him to find her and bother her. He loiters nearby.

"Can I come sit down?" Yeah, they're kinda dating, but she looks...really intense.

[bostonhowler]

She's buried herself in papers and books. It's about typical for her, but she's spread out along the table about as far as her arms will reach. she picks up a notebook, when she hears what Jackie says and looks up.

Her hair is up in a lopsided knot on the top of her head, and she's got the hot librarian thing going for her. She also has a book open in front of her that has some graphic medical drawings. She'd said she'd translate them and that's what she's doing.

"Hi. Please, join me." She actually clears a spot for him too. Not everyone gets such fine treatment.

[jinzhong]

Jackie smiles, looking uncharacteristically shy. He knows she's way too smart for him - just look at all those papers! - but she's going out with him anyway.

He takes the offered seat and glances at her notes.

"Translating?"

[bostonhowler]

She's actually glad to see him. And she may be book smart, but there's things she still needs to learn. Things only certain people can teach her, and Jackie may be one of them.

"A bit yes. I have several projects going at once." She admits, blushing slightly at the mess she's made.

[jinzhong]

Let him teach you how to walk on the wild side, Brigid. Wink.

"Anything I can help with?" Aww, she's cute when she blushes. And she seems to do it at the drop of a hat. "If you think this is a mess, you should see the room I'm in, heh."

A, the day after their network chat

[no_light]

The broadsword Kylo uses in the dojo when fighting against other bladed weapons has taken some getting used to, but it's a necessity when your own blade is a laser designed to cut through metal.

There's something satisfying about the sounds of metal blades clashing, so different from the electrical hum and hiss of lightsabers. It's different, new, no reminders of what is lost for now.

The next time their blades meet, he gives a laugh. "Nice one. The people of your world must start training very early, for you to be so skilled at your age."

[celticromanstone]

They've been at this for a while, now. She's already panting and had worked up a sweat before Kylo had ever appeared. She can feel the crash of the blades all the way to her shoulder.

Kylo's one of the few that she gets to spar with actual bladed weapons with. Something about people being worried about injuries or something.

Whipping around, she aims a strike at his shoulder. "Most are said to be born with a sword in their hand." She admits. No way is she admitting to being over a thousand years old. "My father believed in a girl knowing how to defend herself." At least, she assumes so, being a Roman legionnaire and all.

[no_light]

"You say that like it is noteworthy where you are from," he notes, putting more pressure on her blade for a moment before he quickly steps back, out of her range again.

Today is not a day for the rage-fueled berserk fighting style which he employs in actual combat, submerging himself that deeply into the Dark Side would make it difficult to have the chat they planned.

"Do your people think daughters can't die by the sword as easily as sons do?" Although he has subjugated worlds where it was considered normal for men to protect the women, it's a foreign thought to him, having been raised on his mother's war stories.

[celticromanstone]

"Men are more likely to die by the sword." She says, pressing her attack for a moment. "Since they are usually the ones fighting with them." It makes sense, in her mind. "However," she continues. "That doesn't mean that men don't kill women." She smirks. "Women are usually far more reasonable and less likely to step to death first, rather than negotiations."

There are things that she could say: that the way of the sword isn't as prevalent anymore, that to find someone who uses the sword is unusual and usually means that person is an Immortal.

Or at least has the potential to be one.

[no_light]

"Indeed. It only applies if the combatants refrain from targeting civilians. In my galaxy, such differences are rarely made." At least not by his side in the war. "Culling civilians can send a stronger message."

He matches her smirk with one of his own, twirling around to gain momentum and going for another slash of the blade. "But what does it say about the femininity of your mindset, if you fight like someone who has experience in doing battle?" He snorts. "Or should I ask, what does that say about your abysmal skills at negotiation?"

F - after Anton's departure

[highprofilerichkid]

One evening while Brigid is in the common area, probably trying to concentrate, Tony enters from the lobby, carrying a notebook, and starts poking around the room. He's looking for something, but it isn't clear what. Every now and then he looks down at his notebook and frowns.

Eventually he wanders back to the doorway that leads to the lobby, peers up at the lintel, says "Hmm," and puts his notebook down. Then he goes and grabs one of the armchairs and starts to drag it towards the doorway. Anyone trying to focus might find this process rather intrusive.

Who let this weird kid in here, and what the heck is he doing?

[bostonhowler]

There are very inconvenient things about the hotel right now. First had been herself waking up on the floor. Then, there'd been the stack of papers that she'd so carefully put in a drawer scattered around.

Then there was the fact that she was missing a bed.

But Brigid doesn't complain. She keeps it to herself and just soldiers on. One of Marcus Hannigan's pack does not complain about minor inconveniences.

However, there comes a point, when even Brigid's even temper will snap. And that point is when she's trying to get the translations done for the Healer's Guild, and this boy is dragging furniture behind her.

Getting up, she grabs the chair, picks it up and puts it in front of the mantle. "I'm trying to work. Do you mind?"

[highprofilerichkid]

"Hey!" Tony is indignant at first: he can't believe she just got up and stole his chair right out of his hands.

Then he realizes how annoying that had probably been, and his irritation fizzles out into sheepishness. "Sorry. I'm, uh, looking for sigils. I'm trying to figure out what's left of the wards." Beat. "...Can I have that chair back?"

[bostonhowler]

Annoying, yes. And Brigid is doing Ogham translations. That means she needs to concentrate further than if she were merely doing Irish to English, or vice versa.

"Can you move it without making a racket?" Brigid asks, arching an eyebrow. She doubts it, but it's worth it to ask.

[highprofilerichkid]

"...Sure, I guess." Dragging it had seemed easier, but he guesses he can just pick it up. He sighs, and walks back to the chair.

He lifts it just as easily as Brigid had, and starts waddling to the doorway again. With Extremis, it's not the weight that's the problem, it's just that the stupid thing is so unwieldy. Why are all these chairs so huge and puffy?

He plunks it down under the lintel with a grunt. "Good?" he asks, eyeing Brigid warily. She'd better not try to steal it again.