Dec 19, 2011 01:31
[There's an audible snap-hiss as a violet glow covers Revan's face and reflects onto the screen. She's wearing a pleased grin before thumbing the button on the handle of the lightsaber, and the blade disappears, leaving only the hilt.
You might recognize it as the one Xanxus had in a post a couple of days ago.
Because it is.]
It's not mine [she weighs it in her hand] but it'll do until I can either get out of here or my belongings are returned to me. [another snap-hiss. Revan swings the blade around with ease.] I feel so out of practice...
And my extremely loud friend? Anytime you want to have a rematch, I'll be ready.
misfits: simon bellamy,
star wars: revan,
tron: rinzler