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The salle, early Tuesday morning

Second day in a row hitting the salle; this time, waiting for Leto, and whatever kind of workout he did.

Dinah did some stretches while she waited, then got out the eskrima and started to give the practice dummy a bad time.

[ooc: for a future emperor, but open for all your truthful confrontational needs]

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"I'm Dinah," she said, determinedly derailing the conversation away from that. "And that's weirding me out but maybe if I can say anything else I'll get that image out of my head." She gulped for breath, trying to think of something to ask about, and seized on weapons. "Are you here to beat up guys? Yay!"

See, safe!

"Well, I was planning on doing some lightsaber practice," Tahiri said, almost pathetically relieved for a safer conversation topic, "but I wasn't planning on anybody else being down here at the time. You really don't want me deflecting laser bolts everywhere, believe me, especially since I'm not that great at it."

She looked annoyed at herself for that last detail.

"Totally okay, I have to leave in a bit to rehearse for the play with a friend. Oh god that's going to be hell. And I'm learning too, but I'd really like to see you do that sometime from a safe distance." Dinah gulped. If you kinda surfed it? You could end up not being too embarrassing. "If you surf the words, you can kind of end up somewhere not too humiliating!"

"It's me," Tahiri said, wrinkling her nose. "I'm not sure how safe any distance you can see from might be. I really don't practice anywhere near as much as I should."

She blinked once and added, "I'm Tahiri, by the way. You should probably know that since I never thought I'd meet someone who talks faster than I do, so congratulations."

"Thanks?" Dinah said hopelessly. "Okay. Um." Nicely brainless thoughtless little zone here. "Demonstration? I can stay by the door so as not to get hurt?"

"Maybe some other time," Tahiri said, looking around. "But I will, promise. I really, really need to practice more or Ben really will kick my butt next time we spar."

"That works. Ben's your boyfriend?" See, she could do this!

"Yeah," Tahiri said, eyeing her, "but he could've just been someone I spar with for all you knew, so lucky guess."

Dinah blinked, and said, "Boyfriend, total guess, you were talking about him before, association, or maybe I heard your names on the Radio, not sure which..." She'd stop babbling in a bit. Maybe.

"It's not a big deal," Tahiri assured her. "I just don't usually go around talking about it like that. I'm new at this stuff!"

Really not helping the embarrassment factor here, Tahiri.

"Awwww!" Finally a happy thing to bibble about. "Yay! I'm glad for you! Everyone should have someone, even if I'm not ready yet so you guys spar together that's awesome!" Surf, surf, surf. "Even if there's weirdness with his dad!" Wipeout.

"Yeah," Tahiri said slowly -- for her, which was about normal speed by anyone else's standards. "That's not the weirdest part."

Oh, did she have to talk about this? Seriously?

"Um." Oh god. "Um? I'm afraid to hear about this but strangely fascinated and I'm wondering how he was younger although I guess," gulp, "this island can do anything, hunh? Wow, nice weather we're having, aren't we?" Just keep paddling.

"It's too cold for me," Tahiri groused, "and it was a Fandom weirdness thing, and the whole thing makes my head hurt if I think about it too much."

"Where are you from? California or somewhere even more awesome? And I am now getting really nervous about Fandom weirdness, it was bad enough when my clothes disappeared, I don't need to be even more naked."

"California?" Tahiri echoed. "No, I'm not even from this galaxy. How naked did you get?"

She slapped a hand over her mouth, then peeled it away like she couldn't help it. Which she couldn't. "I didn't really need to know that. But I wanted to ask."

"Ohh, neat, and oh god." Dinah smacked her hands over her mouth, but couldn't help speaking through them. Just couldn't. "Camisole and panties. Which would have been okay if they weren't Wonder Woman and I hadn't told people that but at least they didn't know the significance of that and I'm going to kill my sister for giving me those, I swear I am!"

"At least you had underwear on," Tahiri pointed out. "Why do I care? I have no idea. I didn't lose any of my clothes."

"You are so lucky," Dinah said, then took a breath. "Priestly lost all his and was wearing cute boxers, and Arthur gave me his shirt, and I've seen six guys shirtless here so far including Leto over there and oh, god. I should leave. The surfing is not working."

"I always miss the shirtlessness," Tahiri complained. "And it sucks. I keep trying to tell myself states of dress shouldn't matter to a Jedi, and then I think that sounds really dumb, and talking is just not working at all today, is it?"

"What's a Jedi? And no it's not, and I'm sorry, I wish I'd taken pictures, but next time I'll remember?" Dinah sighed in exasperation.

"I'll live without seeing it," Tahiri assured her. "And Jedi are supposed to be diplomats and fighters and mediators and pretty much whatever else they need us to be, except at the moment we're pretty much just the Force-sensitive punching bags of the entire kriffing galaxy."

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