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

[no_light]

Kylo hesitates, because he hadn't actually managed to divulge what he is learning about his new possession. If things had gone his way, he would't have mentioned it at all. And yet sometimes you have to offer a little of yourself to gain more, that's how it works in interrogations, too.

He waits until the waitress has delivered their drinks and puts the obsidian knife with the pearl handle on the table. "It seems to make it easier to detect hotspots of dark energy, though it doesn't seem to be very reliable." His eyes find and hold Heather's. "Have you seen something like this here before, or know anyone who uses such objects?"

[celticromanstone]

It's been a long time since Heather has seen craftsmanship that makes her sit up and take notice. Sure, there are the swords of other Immortals, but for the most part, they are tools, not so much for the beauty.

Cautiously, she reaches out and takes the knife, turning it over in her hands.

Unfortunately, she knows nothing of the craftsman, but she'd like to. "It's an unusual weapon." She says, studying the blade and the handle. "Unfortunately, darling, I haven't seen anything like it. Here or at home." As for using, well, many things can be used as a divining rod, which is what it sounds like. Not that she's really comfortable explaining herself and how she knows that.

[no_light]

He would certainly be interested in hearing her thoughts about it as a divining rod, but they all ave their secrets.

"That's too bad," Kylo says, picking up the knife and tugging it back into its place at his belt. He feels better for having it back in his possession, and safely out of sight.

"I had hoped someone who has been here for longer than me would have seen it before." He pauses, frowns slightly. "Although, now that I think about it, I don't know if you've been here for longer. I assumed, since most everyone seems to have been here for longer." Assumptions are, of course, foolish, and at times downright dangerous. He should know better. "I've been here since May. Well, April, actually, with a short interruption."

[celticromanstone]

Heather laughs gently. "Darling, I've only been here since June." She admits, completely unconcerned about it. "That's why I was down here, looking for possibly a place to work." She shrugs a shoulder. Heather is unconcerned about being caught out as a whore.

"This and the hospital, and I'll have my time properly filled." And herself, but that's a separate thing.

[no_light]

It takes a little while for it to click, what kind of work a pretty young woman would be looking for here. When he thinks of whores, he's put in mind of chained Twi'lek slaves, not opinionated swordfighters. To be fair, there are more innocuous jobs in the bars, so he can't be quite certain he didn't misunderstand. Either way, he's keeping her from earning money.

"Ah," is all he says, a bit flustered again now. "I didn't realize... I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here to work. I didn't mean to keep you." He shrugs slightly. "Let me pay for the drink to make up for it."

[celticromanstone]

She laughs. "Just looking for one, darling. No work for me just yet." She bats her eyes at him. "Unless you'd like to hire me for the night?" And unless she's sorely mistaken, he won't take her up on the offer.

No innocuous bar jobs for her. She's a whore, and quite proud of her skill.

[no_light]

Well, at least there they have something in common, in being proud of occupations that many people would sneer at. He's not going to condemn her for it, even if he will be awkward at times.

That earns her a snort of laughter, and even amused eyerolling. "No, no, I'm afraid not." He steeples his gloved fingers. "My interest in your body lies with your swordfighting. I have seen you in the dojo. You are good."

[celticromanstone]

"So you've watched me with my forms." She purrs. She can turn almost anything into an innuendo. "Are you a swordsman yourself, then?" She asks, bracing her chin on her hand.

If they aren't going to conduct business, then perhaps they can have a talk about something else important to her: Swords.

[no_light]

He flushes slightly at the purr, trying to cover up the momentary embarrassment with a cough.

But weapons, weapons are always of interest to him, and easily make him forget his own awkwardness. "Of course I've watched. I've been watching everybody in the dojo. You caught my attention since your chosen weapon is not too much unlike my own. I use a lightsaber; it's a plasma sword." He looked around, debating if he could get away with showing it off here. "I would show you, but it might cause too much alarm. Maybe when we have finished our drinks."

[celticromanstone]

"A plasma sword?" Cue her being skeptical. She's never seen such a thing, but perhaps here, it can work.

She sips her drink and grimaces. She knows watered-down booze when she tastes them. It's not even good watered down stuff.

"Do you know much of swords?" She asks, bracing her chin on her hand.

[no_light]

"Not about swords like the ones you use," Kylo admits frankly. "There would be no point in me using a metal sword, when I can use a lightsaber instead. My lightsaber..." He trails off, once again frustrated that he can't just show.

He shakes his head abruptly. "Going by your facial expression you aren't enjoying your drink. If you're planning to come back here for work, tell me now because I might be about to get us banned from this place." He plucks the lightsaber hilt from his belt, showing her the silver handle with the twin emitters at the end. He keeps his finger on the activation switch, waiting for Heather's permission to activate the hissing, crackling red blade.

[celticromanstone]

Heather notices the frustration, and no, she's not enjoying her drink. So, she puts her hand on his, gently stopping him from doing anything foolish. "Perhaps we should go outside." She says, standing up. She doesn't want to come back here to work, but, she needs to keep the good will of some of the tavern keepers.

She steps outside, sighing as she sees someone extracted from one of the houses. She's used to such sights, but she hopes that that is not the rule around here.

"So, care to show me your sword, darling?" Why, yes, she did make that completely innuendo.

[no_light]

Kylo's brows arch a bit at the rough handling they witness, though Heather's teasing question quickly draws his attention back to her. There's a hint of pink to his cheeks at the innuendo, his chuckle ends up a bit embarrassed. "Actually... well, yes, you could put it like that."

He shows her the handle again. "Like I told you, a plasma blade, mine is using a single cracked kyber crystal, it is based on a design dating back to the Great Scourge of Malachor thousands of years ago." With a push of the button, the red blade hums to life, crackling and sputtering as if it were a flame sizzling in rain. He makes a few sweeping motions with the blade to show the range it gives him. "The crossguards are a rare design, most lightsabers have a single blade." Realising that he's been rambling on too long about his weapon, he turns his gaze to Heather again. "That's mine. I'm hoping you're going to show me yours in the dojo."

[celticromanstone]

She's utterly charmed by the pink on his cheeks. She doubts she's ever met someone so virginal at his age. She sighs. It's a horrible burden, but she could help him with that.

Instead of answering, she pulls her sword from her coat - the one that didn't look like it had a sword in it at all. It's one of the few "magic tricks" that Immortals have. Heather uses it to her advantage a lot.

"Not so fancy, but it's saved my life many times." She lays the hilt across her wrist, offering it to him.

[no_light]

He stills, surprised, taking a moment to register and appreciate that she is actually offering her sword to him. Foolish, by the standards of his world, but it's a small gesture of trust to be appreciated anyway, no matter how misguided it may be.

"Forgive me if I won't you offer you mine," he says as he accepts her blade, making a few sweeping arcs with it. "It's far better balanced than the training swords provided by the dojo." He may not know a lot about metal blades such as the one Heather uses, but it's obvious this is a blade that is well cared for.

His eyes narrow at her as he hands it offers it back. "And the ones at the dojo don't come with such a handy illusion either. Is it the sword or the coat?"

[celticromanstone]

"Quite alright." She's not expecting to get her hands on his blade. However, his comment brings an enigmatic smile to her face. Instead of saying anything, she takes the blade back and tucks it back into her coat.

"I don't know what you're talking about, darling." She reaches for his arm, fully intending on wrapping her arm with his and walking with him. "Now, you're welcome to come spar with me anytime you wish."

[no_light]

It doesn't register with him what exactly she is trying to do, just that she is getting closer than he wants a near stranger, or even someone he knows well. So he sidesteps, keeping some distance between them, though he makes sure to match his pace to hers.

"I'll spar with you," he agrees, "soon." He reaches for the obsidian knife, though he doesn't get it out again. "I have to continue my research now. I'm working on a schedule." A self-assigned schedule, but still one he wishes to keep to. Life feels more purposeful when you have one.

[celticromanstone]

She's disappointed that he dodges her attentions, but she supposes she shouldn't be so surprised. He is a rather virginal thing. Heather always feels the need to corrupt the innocent ones.

"Of course, darling. I'll see you at the dojo." With a swirl of her coat, Heather turns away and then looks back over her shoulder, tossing a wink his way. There's no sign of the sword under her coat.