Padawan: Play Time

[master_obiwan]

Obi-Wan's lightsabre thrummed as the azure blade crashed against Bant's veridian weapon. The air crackled with burnt ozone, as the two Padawans danced around each other, weapons weaving intricate patterns as they struck, parried and clashed.

On the side-lines Bant's Master, Kit Fisto, watched, his wide-eyed Nautolan's gaze taking in the fight. He offered no advice, simply letting the two students have at each other in a test of skill.

Obi-Wan drove Bant back with a particularily tricky piece of footwork, and the Mon Calamari girl nearly tripped. She launched herself at him with renewed vigour, her mouth curved in what passed for a smile for her species. Obi-Wan grinned back and took the brunt of her attack on his blade, the jarring blows reverberating up his arms.

He fought her back down and, just as he was manouvering for a the killing blow, Bant brought her blade up and slipped it under his guard, touching his neck. The searing kiss made him yelp and jump back, the blade of his saber disengaging.

With an admiring look, he gingerly touched the burn.

"Well done, my friend. You've come a long way."

"You bet I have, Obi-Wan," she said with a chuckle.

Kit Fisto greeted them as the two stepped on to the sidelines. "Well done, Padawan. And here I thought Padawan Kenobi was the tough one to beat."

Obi-Wan blushed. "I don't know about that, Master Fisto. I don't believe my skills have progressed to that level."

The Nautolan smiled. "So humble. A wonder, considering who your Master is."

Obi-Wan chuckled and clipped his 'sabre back onto his belt.

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"Like apply a bacta patch to my neck?" He grins, but it's not long before he sobers. "I know I let my guard down, Master. The move was...unexpected. But now that I am aware of it, I will endeavour to anticipate it in the future."

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

"I know you will." Qui-Gon states taking Obi-Wan back to their quarters for the moment. "Go get cleaned up and then we'll put a bacta patch on your neck. And then we'll decide if we want to eat or make you work." Though he was really only lightly teasing about putting his Padawan to work.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He wrinkles his nose at the second mention of work. "Eat first, of course. And I'm sure that any work you make me do will be of the back-breaking variety." See? Obi-Wan can tease, too!

Then he deposits his boots next to the doorway and disappears to take a quick shower. He emerges in half-a uniform: barefoot and only trousers. His tunic is slung over the uninjured shoulder and he's towel drying his hair. He's got the med-kit tucked under one arm.

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I'll make sure to just pile the work on until you can barely move."

Qui-Gon sat and waited while his Padawan had disappeared off to take his shower. "Alright, lets get that taken care of so we can go eat. I'm sure by now you've figured out where you want to go and exactly what you want."

Play Time

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan sits next to his Master, putting the med-kit down on a table and his tunic and the towel on the couch. He pulls a bacta strip out of the kit and hands it to his Master, tilting his head so Qui-Gon can see the nice, seared skin.

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon takes the bacta strip and shakes his head a bit. "She really got you good." He knew that as far as Obi-Wan went the boy would try to make sure it didn't happen again. It was just how his apprentice was. He places the bacta strip over the seared skin. "There you go. Hopefully we won't be patching you up again any time soon."

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully." Obi-Wan wrings out his Padawan braid, unthreads it and then rebraids it quickly before putting his tunic on.

Then he's up to hang his towel and put the med-kit away. When he returns, he's once more the proper Padawan.

"So, lunch?" he asks hopefully.

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

"Yes, my young Padawan lets go get you fed." He states with a slight smile. "We'll let you decide where we're going this time." Which probaby didn't happen that often.

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He pulls his boots back on and collects his cloak. "Well, there's this new restaurant that opened in the Senate District last week. I heard some of my friends talking about it."

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

He gives a slight nod and gets up. "Then that's where we'll go." Besides, there was nothing wrong with a change of scenery every once in a while.

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He smiles and leads the way out of the room. He can't help feeling that Qui-Gon has some ulterior motive for this sudden relinquishing of taking the lead, but he decides not to dwell on it and enjoy the moment for once.

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

Perhaps he had an ulterior motive and perhaps he didn't. After all, there would be one day that Obi-Wan would have to take the lead. Though that would be far from now. He'd try to make sure of that. For the time being though he just goes with his Padawan, silence lingering between them just not an uncomfortable one.

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan leads the way through Coruscant, over pedestrian bridges and through vast concourses; up ramps and under skylanes.

He's content to walk in silence, enjoying the day and his Master's company. All too soon, they're standing outside the restaurant.

"Well, here we are."

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon looked at his Padawan then up at the restaurant. The sign reading 'Coruscant Rain'. "You got us this far, lead us inside."

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

So he does. No time is wasted in getting seating. Being a Jedi has its privileges.

And then they're sitting with menus in hand.

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

Of course it has its privileges. Being a Jedi tends to do that when you go places. Though not all the time.

Which, in turn, leaves them looking at the menus now just to see exactly what's on it.

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan doesn't really peruse for very long, as he sees the items he wants immediately. It's funny how all these places seem to cater to his tastes ;)

He puts his menu down and watches his Master as the elder Jedi peruses the menu.

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

Yes, funny how often that happens with the places that they go to. Coincidence? We think not. But that's quite alright.

He takes a bit longer than his young charge does but eventually lays his down as well.

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"So, what do you think so far?"

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

"It isn't a bad place for something new. Nice atmosphere and good food choices."

Obviously, it won't be an all the time thing but there might be occassion where he'll have them do this again.

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"Yes. It would seem that the reports of my fellow Padawans does the place justice."

And then there is a being waiting for orders. "I'll have a fruit-fizz to drink; the braised nerf steak with a side of Turu Root, and berries and cream for dessert."

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it seems that their reports have done it justice."

Then he turns his attention to the one waiting and gives his order. "And I'll have some Chandrilan Herb Tea to drink; the Coslen Dantoinal Steak and a Kiwik-clusjo Swirl."

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

The being writes the order down with a nod and heads off.

Obi-Wan chuckles. "And here I thought I was the adventurous one when it came to food."

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[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

"Have to have some kind of adventure every once in a while. Even if it is daring food choices." He states giving a slight chuckle himself.

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[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

As if foolishly risking your life for lost causes weren't adventurous enough... The though is not spoken aloud, but it does cross Obi-Wan's mind.

He merely grins. "Yes, well, I prefer to leave the adventurous dining to occassions where I have no choice in the matter. It's more thrilling that way."

And then the drinks arrive.

[Sorry, love. Ended up going shopping with mom and then bonding with dad over Burnout Revenge :( And now am off to bed. *pouts* *hugs and loves and stuff!*]