Aficionado Arms - lunch

[frank_apple]

*is waiting in the back gardens for the blue skinned girl*
*is very curious*

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[azurejedi]

Aayla finds her way to the hotel, after much scouting yesterday. Coming around the corner, she spots Mr. Donovan. Bowing, she greets him. "Good afternoon, sir."

[frank_apple]

*returns the bow, just slightly*
Aanya... Im glad you came.

[azurejedi]

Clearing her throat delicately, she politely corrects him. "My name is Aayla, sir." Looking around, she notices the large hotel around her. "Quite a decadent looking hotel, you've made. I'm sure when it's ready it'll be beautiful." She's not one for oppulence of any manner, but she figured that others would like it.

[ooc: What would Aayla see when she's there? Need to know any walls or something she could bounce off of. ^-^ Also, how finished is the hotel?]

[frank_apple]

*looks around at the huge gardens, the finished outside of shed, french provencial style hotel and back quarters*

It works for what I need. It isnt exactly an expression of my own personal style, however.

And I am sorry, Aayla. Its already been a long morning. I wont mistake your name again.

[azurejedi]

Hiding a small smile, she nods. "That's understandable, sir. Fatigue can make even the wisest man a drooling bantha. Shall we proceed to business?"

[frank_apple]

absolutely.

I will require you to wear a suit, Aayla, when you are working. Is that a problem?

*toes off his shoes and pulls off his sweater for the spar*

[azurejedi]

Slightly confused, she asks, "A suit, sir? I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with that kind of attire."
Noting his movements, she gives some room and stands prepared, her eyes never leaving him.

[frank_apple]

Slacks, proper shoes, a blouse and a jacket. If you need help, Im sure you can go shopping with my assistant, Sheldon. He can help you find what you need.

*steps forward*
Now, lets see what you can do.

[azurejedi]

Standing at the ready, she realizes that it would be dishonorable to user her lightsaber against an unarmed opponent. Nevertheless, she keeps it attatched to her belt.
She assumes a ready fighting stance and waits, her eyes narrowed and focused. A Jedi never uses their abilities for attack.

[frank_apple]

*likes her already*

*attacks, sweeping out a slow, almost drunken styled punch*

[azurejedi]

She easily dodges this, her look of absolute focus never leaving her beautiful face. Never underestimage your opponent, her master's voice echoes in her mind. Stepping out of the way, she waits, ready for a more advanced attack.

[frank_apple]

*slowly ups the scale of attack, moving from basic puches and kicks up to more advanced motions, trying to actively engage her*

[azurejedi]

Anticipating his every move with The Force, she effortlessly evades all of his attacks. "Sir, in good conscience, I cannot attack you." His lack of knowledge of the Jedi would lead to injury, she knew it.

[frank_apple]

I would like to gauge your offensives skills, Aayla...

*backs off*
You will eventually need to take people into custody, I need to know you can handle them. Without unduly hurting them.

[azurejedi]

She nods. "Yes, sir." Moving back into sparring position, she waits for him to attack once more. "You may proceed."

[frank_apple]

*attacks at a lower skill level again, although not totally ignorant*