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Event Log - Total Recall (2)

Who: YOU AND ME! THAT SPELLS... MOUYE?
What: More event shenanigans
When: Today until the 4th! (Backdating is okay too)
Where: All around Luceti. Actually that's wrong. Anywhere INSIDE Luceti.
Summary: It's that special time when the Malnosso collect all their recent experiments and apply them all at once to measure effectiveness. Although invaluable as research, it tends to leave the subjects looking just a bit mad.
Rating: Rated BLARGHARGHBLARGH

So there is a mod post and it pretty much tells you EVERYTHING you need to know. This is a second log so people can change up their effects and try something new, jump into the event late, or just avoid the impending CAPTCHA on the first log.

Don't forget to tag in using the appropriate format: [canon] character name

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Always? Why else do you think he has so much fun?

[He chuckles into his glass, content enough for the moment.]

That's a good idea. In time, you'll be able to figure out more things to do with it too. It's a weapon that suits you.

He'll be the death of me.

[He rolls his eyes and takes another sip of Gin.]

Slim, light, and sharp?

The goal is for the opposite.

[If he could help it, Adele wouldn't have to face being injured again. The tumbler clicks on the wooden counter when he sets it down and straightens his posture. He angles his head toward her, the barest glimmer of a smile lighting on his face.]

bringing hope back into the game shouldn't get anyone killed, and might strengthen morale. ...but that doesn't matter right now.

[He chuckles briefly, amused.]

That's why it's perfect--you're the same.

If we are lucky, and we aren't, neither of us will be killed for either. As it is we just need to prepare for whatever might come our way and expect the worst.

[He lifts a shoulder, looking back over at Red. Whatever happens, he'll do what he can to be ready for it. They can't prepare for everything but. They'll do what they can.]

Jack did say it suited me better than a shortsword. And it suits Makashi far better than a dagger.

We'll do it. We always do.

[There was a chord of determination under his tone, one that suggested that he would accept nothing less. He would be ready--he just prayed that everyone else was.]

A rapier is also elegant and graceful, as if it were made for dancers to wield.

Victory or death.

[Morbid and somewhat cold, but. It was how it was. Succeed or die trying.]

It does lend itself to some elaborate foot and bladework. More than even a lightsaber, now that I think on it. The one drawback is I cannot use trakata with a rapier.

[Red raises his glass in a silent salute at her words and takes a deep sip from it, swallowing the morbitity with his iced whiskey. It was an acquired taste.]

...That's why it suits you. Unfortunately, I never really asked about the different styles of fighting with the Sabers. Care to explain trakata?

I've volumes of notes on it, more than I did before. And recordings- Levarre saw fit to demonstrate forms with the video camera I earned.

[A sip, a shrug. A low grunt.]

Trakata- it's a trick. What is it that you can do with a lightsaber that you can't with any other bladed weapon?

Is that a trick question? I work with data, not blades.

[He chuckled at his own joke, just glad for the distraction. He was leaving Lupin reasonable notes this time, as opposed to relying on the man's intellect like he did before. There were no fighting styles to be learned...but there was data and information.

That was always more valuable than learning more ways of killing people.]

[He huffs a soft laugh.]

Turn the blade off. You can't very well do that with any other bladed weapon, can you? It's good for unbalancing a foe, or for getting past an opponent's guard. Jedi don't employ it because it is deception, Sith do not because it requires forethought.

[Yeah, that caught him. Red shakes his head--of course it was something like that!]

Then who invented it if neither Jedi nor Sith use it?

Why the Force Adepts and rogues. The scoundrels and duelists, those that have tricks to spare and no scruples about using them to win.

Funny. Whether you try or not, you always find the scoundrels and the ones that break the rules.

They're the most interesting people to know.

That they are~

[Another sip drains his tumbler, and he fails to stifle a yawn as he sets it down. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just nerves, but he felt tired.]

You know? It's wierd. I never planned on making tons of friends here. It just...kinda happened.

No one plans on making friends Red. Well. Aside from Pinky and the rest of the Technicolor quadrupeds. It happens on it's own. I certainly didn't expect to make any lasting connections here.

Well, it looks like it happened for both of us.

...I don't regret it.

There are many things I regret in my life back home, and a bare handful of things I regret while living here. Making a friend of you, and of Lupin? Is not one of them.

Thanks...Goldie.

[He leans over to peck a soft kiss on Adele's stubbled cheek, smiling warmly at his friend. With a sigh, he stretches his arms and slips out of his chair, landing on light feet. His tone is lazy, content:]

Friends are the greatest treasure to be found, and I'm really glad to have found you.

Dellie, Red.

[It's habitual, and will be habitual for a long while more. The kiss is accepted with a low, friendly grumble. Honestly. No need for Red to be such a-

Wait. What.

...that bastard.]

Lupin! [He wads up a bar napkin, turns, hauls back, and throws. It'd probably hit the thief somewhere about the head or shoulders. Something light. Harmless. But enough to let him know that was not funny. Even though it was.]

[He grins when the napkin bounces uselessly off his shoulder and falls to the floor, and laughs softly at Adele's obvious frustration. Tempting as it was to lean in for another...he was tired. Instead of drawing closer to run a hand mockingly along Adele's jawline, he dances a step backward and spins girlishly. The skirt flares...how much longer would he be able to wear this dress?]

You're Goldie to me, because it suits you. Better than Blondie, and it's softer than Dellie.

...it matches your smile.

Dellie, doc, Adele. I've never been Blondie, and I am not Goldie.

[They could argue all night. He would, easily, especially for this. But no. He shakes his head, scrubs his face with a hand and finishes his gin. The rest could wait.]

Now go back to your apartment before you become yourself again and rip that dress to shreds.

I wasn't saying that you're Levarre. I'm just saying that Goldie suits you more than Angel. [Because he did remember that nickname, although he couldn't entirely place the entire reasons behind why he knew. Funny, that.]

...I'm tired anyway. 's been a rough week...for obvious reasons. [He turns, lazily waving his hand as he departed.]

Brandy. The library. Soon. Don't forget...Goldie.

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