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]

Obi-Wan looks hurt at the insinuation. "I have fun with you," he mutters, as the plates are taken away and dessert is now served.

He digs into his berries and creams a bit sulkily. Totally unbecoming of a Jedi, especially a Padawan of his age.

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head a bit and is slightly amused. Not every day his Padawan does anything unJedi like. "I know you do, Obi-Wan. You've never shown me that you don't."

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He just peers at Qui-Gon like a two-year-old and munches on berries and cream.

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

That makes him raise a slight brow. "If you're going to act that young should I treat you that young as well?"

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

With a heavy sigh, Obi-Wan swallows the dessert and puts his spoon down. "No, Master. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let your comments bother me like that."

He's a contrite boy, now. And a little ashamed. Oh yes, a twenty-something shouldn't be acting like a child!

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

He's not even bothered with his Kiwik-clusjo Swirl.

"Do you truly believe I would just leave you behind like that if you wanted to spend time with me, Obi-Wan?"

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan isn't touching the berries and cream, either. They don't taste the same now.

Embarrassed blush. "No, Master."

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

"I would never leave you behind for any reason, my young Padawan."

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

Okay, now he feels uber-foolish. He hangs his head. He's already said he was sorry, and that he knows his Master would never do that sort of thing.

Sigh. You think you know a guy...Obi-Wan didn't think he'd ever grasp his Master's moods...

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

Just as a Master would probably never grasp the mood of his Padawan.

"When we get home you'll pack."

Right... that doesn't even sound good. Actually, that almost sounds like someone getting rid of someone though that isn't the Jedi Master's intentions at all.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He doesn't say anything, just nods.

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

"Nothing overly warm though, my Padawan. It'll be nice where we're going."

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

A very, very tiny hint of a smile; A very very quiet, "Of course, Master."

[jedi-master-qui.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon gives a slight smile of his own but otherwise goes quiet.