The Salle, Thursday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

People had been dreaming.

This, in and of itself, was not unusual, and Emma was quite used to getting bits and pieces of other people jumbled in her head while she tried to sleep. It happened; she coped. Nightmares, emo, dirty dreams, nonsense dreams, dreams of people forced to take a cooking class or being chased by aliens in tutus. For the most part, she ignored the bleed.

This, however... this was a conspiracy designed to drive her mad. That was all there was to it.

Which was why Emma was in the salle, before she actually cut someone's head off. Her practice foil cutting the air as she brought it up to en garde and began going through her stances and parries systematically.

Warm fuzzy happy family shit. Ugh. She was going to need to wash her brain out with bleach.

[OOC: I had to. Open salle is open, SP advisory in effect.]

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[momslilassassin]

Yes, Ben had trained with Anakin earlier in the morning, and yes, he had class in an hour.

But he wanted to see if he could perfect the move his grandfather had been teaching him earlier in the day--and hopefully kill the twitchiness he was feeling--and so down he went to the salle.

"Oh, hello, Emma."

[icecoldfrost]

"Skywalker," she acknowledged, hitting octave and holding for a moment before pausing, dropping her foil's tip and moving aside a few steps to pick up her water-bottle.

"If you were looking for alone time, you're in the wrong space."

[momslilassassin]

"Oh, I could sense you in here down the hall," he said breezily. "I don't mind the company. Unless you needed time to yourself--?"

[icecoldfrost]

"If I wanted time to myself, I'd put on Karla's shiny trinkets and go hide in the basement or something utterly maudlin like that," she pointed out. "Or erect a telepathic 'no-fly' zone to suggest that people ought to be elsewhere."

By 'suggest,' Emma meant 'direct them elsewhere immediately without their realizing they had been re-routed.' Sometimes she was a bit special like that.

[momslilassassin]

Ben smiled. "When I drop off the radar like that, Tahiri yells at me."

Because it felt like he'd died, blinking completely off the radar like that.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma rolled her eyes. "How sweet," she drawled. "Doesn't it ever get boring, people keeping an eye on you all the time?"

[momslilassassin]

"I'd rather them care about me than not," he said with a little shrug, "but then I grew up in the center of things. The island is almost a vacation from scrutiny."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma took a gulp of water and shook her head. "I like attention as much as the next girl, but sometimes a person needs a break from constant surveillance," she said finally. "I'd go insane if I couldn't just vanish when I wanted."

She settled back into en garde, taking all her stances and parries at 3/4 time, keeping her lines clean and crisp. "You could always do it anyway, and tell them a gremlin bit you."

[momslilassassin]

"Oh, I can head to the beach and most people won't bother me," Ben said, "but when I cut myself off entirely from the Force--not just shrink away to not be noticed--it feels a little like I've died for the other Jedi. And Tahiri and Jaina freak."

[icecoldfrost]

"Yet another reason I'm so very glad not to be a Jedi," Emma mused as she slid gracefully in to her next parry. "If one needed a second reason, after the robes and your grandfather's hair."

[momslilassassin]

Ben snorted. "The bad hair isn't one of the requirements," he said, then paused, thinking of some of the other Jedi he knew. "Or if it is, no one told me."