The Salle, Monday Afternoon

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

There are people -- mainly swordmasters and those crazy guys from movies about Vietnam -- who believe that in order to be a good fighter, you have to know your weapon, love your weapon, be your weapon, caress it like a lover, eat with it, sleep with it... You get the picture.

The point is, even those people's stomachs would be turned by Sokka right now.

He cradled and caressed his boomerang, clucked and cooed over it, hugged and squeezed it, gave it bubbly kisses, apologized for being away from it for so long...

And also used it to completely obliterate targets on the other side of the salle. A lot.
And when some vicious coconuts snuck in and attacked, he used it to dispatch them, as well.

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[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke trotted into the salle, lightsaber in his hand.

He stopped and stared.

"Didn't mean to interrupt anything..."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"No, not at all!" Sokka answered.

"Oooh, he thinks we're silly," he cooed to his boomerang, and then threw it so that it flew in a tight arc right by Luke's head.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke didn't flinch, but it was a close thing.

"What is your weapon called?" he asked. "I've never seen anything like it."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"It's a boomerang." Sokka gave Luke an odd look. "You don't have boomerangs where you come from?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke shrugged. "Different galaxy, different weapons. Ours are mostly energy based."

He flipped his lightsaber on, letting the green blade hum for a moment.

"Like this one," he said, smiling.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka's jaw dropped. His eyes unfocused. His knees went weak.

"So... Pretty..."

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Your bommer-hang is nice, too," Luke said. "Throwing a lightsaber isn't normally the best idea."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Yah," Sokka agreed, still staring at the glowy.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke blinked. "I'm Luke, by the way. Hi," he said, shutting down the lightsaber. "I was going to do some practicing, but I don't want to be in your way."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Sokka. Pleased to meetcha. Go on ahead, I'll just watch." And so Sokka sat down against the wall.

Glowy. Heh. Ooooh.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke grinned. "All right."

He pulled a remote droid from his belt pouch and turned it on, then ignited the lightsaber and went through a rapid series of moves to stop the red laser blasts as they shot at him.

He was very, very good.

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

Balthier raised an eyebrow at the scene he found entering the Salle, with his gun slung onto his back. "Heh, and people say I'm obsessed." He paused, raising an eyebrow at Sokka's succecful hits. "I say, nice shot."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"BOO-ya!"

Sokka attempted to catch the boomerang and put it in its sheath in one fluid arm motion, but failed miserably and instead found himself scrambling after the clattering weapon.

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

"And yet, there's something to be said for a weapon that you can hold on to," he chuckled. "Still, not to shabby. From my knowledge that sort is rather difficult to handle," Balthier nodded, indicating the boomerang.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you just gotta know how to handle it. It's all in the wrist."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's been in before, but not recently. And now? She has a shiny sharp sword to practice with.

She gets out the Narnian blad that Peter Pevensie gave her for her birthday, and starts running through the forms. Thrust. Parry. Strike. Block. Thrust. Parry. Strike. Block. Thrust-parry, strike-block, strike-strike-strike.