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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Let's just all pretend that the mun posted this before the epic meeting started, yes?

Anyway. There was asking of Inties, and tracking-down of movie sets (during which he got to ride on a land-speeder), and now Steve is dressed proudly in a set of rough brown robes.

If anyone wants to ask him why he's dancing around the Cooper farm fields, waving his hands about like he's got some imaginary sword and making "whnng-whnng" noises under his breath, now's the time.

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[hundred-twelfth.livejournal.com]

...oh no. No he isn't.



Snap-hiss-whnng-whnng-hiss-crack.

That would be the sound of a violet lightwhip turning on and arcing through the air to crack in the ground at his feet, leaving a scorched hole that smells of charred grass and fused soil.

"I see you doing that again," she says flatly turning off the whip, "I'm calling this whole thing off. Yeah, I'm pretty informal about most stuff, but a 'sabre is not a toy. Your enthusiasm is commendable. Never, ever let it get to you to the point where you forget what you're dealing with."

A gesture to the impressive scorch mark in the dirt.

"I am not having that happen to you or anyone else because of a lapse in judgment. Clear?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Steve lets out a less-than-manly yelp as the ground is pulverised in front of him. Satya, you just scared the hell out of him.

Also, it goes without saying that he doesn't want this to get called off. Good God does he not.

Satya gets gaped at for a couple of seconds, before Steve swallows and resolutely shoves his hands down by his sides in what may very well be the polar opposite of playing air-lightsabre. "Clear," he says, shamefaced. "Sorry."

His eyes keep going to the hole.

[hundred-twelfth.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Satya hangs the whip from her belt and pats him lightly on the elbow.

"Just remember that, okay? How's the meditation coming along?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"Don't think I could forget it if I tried," he says weakly.

"Erm, all right, I think? How quickly are they meant to go?" By which he means: 'how soon should I be able to access the Force?', and that's not even entirely meant in a fanboy way. He might be getting something; then again, it might be wishful thinking.

[hundred-twelfth.livejournal.com]

"It's different with everybody."

Grinning slightly, "Took me a year and a half to get so much as a peep just sitting around. But I had it for working with machines long before that. On the other hand, Aurren's entire species sees with the Force, so he can get to it no problem."

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"Lucky him," says Steve.

He wasn't worried about the lack of swift progress! Not a bit! That's why he's looking so relieved. --Um, I mean--

[hundred-twelfth.livejournal.com]

She's already done the elbow-pat, so it is now time for the nudge.

Friendly nudge!

"Don't get discouraged," she says cheerfully.

It's not like she knows how to tell if he has Force talent-- she's only half-trained herself.

But, well, if he doesn't she'll just have to think of a way to train around it. Frankly, the little fuzzball would make a damn good Jedi by her reckoning.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"I'm training to be a Jedi," Steve points out, starting to smile again. "I think you'd have to cut of all my limbs and drop-kick me into a volcano to discourage me."

And even then you couldn't be sure of success!

[hundred-twelfth.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep that in mind," she says, aiming for mysteriously intimidating and mostly ending up at giggly. "Now c'mon, my fuzzy padawan. I got something to show you."

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Steve goes: oooh.

"What is it?" he asks, trailing enthusiastically after her like a kid visiting the zoo. Only, you know. More dignified. Honestly.

[hundred-twelfth.livejournal.com]

"Nuh-uh." She grins. "I'm not going to tell you until we get there."

Childish, but it has a purpose.

"This is one of those lessons you have to see to understand. And it's not something the Jedi Masters talk about, either.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Stephen looks appropriately impressed. Apparently some great Jedi wisdom is about to imparted to him!

"Where's 'there'?"

[hundred-twelfth.livejournal.com]

"You'll see. Patience, fuzzball. If I had to learn it, so do you."

She beckons him with a wave and jogs off in the direction of the 'speeder.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

....there is a crazy person out here.

95 stares at him.

Maybe he has a perfectly good reason for what he's doing?

"a- ano..."

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Steve is only crazy because it's hard to be eccentric with bright red hair.

With a final "whhhng!", he brings the invisible lightsabre around to point towards 95, grinning broadly. "Hi!"

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

She automatically shifts stance to something much more combat-ready. The sword may be invisible, but the pose is recognizable to her.

Though she has not actually whipped out the katana (yet), so at least it's so far, so good?

"Is there something wrong?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Stephen goes O_o and lets his hands separate into a gesture more peaceful.

"...No? Sorry. I was kidding."

Way to weird people out on a first meeting, Stevie.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

WOW 95 WAY TO PUT PEOPLE AT EASE

She bows, rubbing the back of her neck. "I apologize for interrupting. I was wondering, er, if everything were all right?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Steve bows back, because That's What Jedi Do.

"Yeah, I was just..."

And he's suddenly and unforgivingly aware of what he must have looked like. Um.

"...messing around, eh?"

Um.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

"Ah, is that all?" That is a relief.

"I was worried perhaps something might be wrong."

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much the polar opposite of that," he says, starting to grin again. "I'm getting trained to be a Jedi."

Random strangers must know this! EVERYONE MUST KNOW THIS!

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that term. Is it a prestigious profession?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Her universe doesn't have Star Wars? Steve pities you, 95. Pities you greatly.

"Only the most prestigious profession in the universe. ...Es."

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

"All of them? My, my, how very lucky for you!"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

INORITE.

"I'm wearing actual Jedi robes," he informs her, with great joy.