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Characters: Claire Bennet, Dante, & Erik Lensherr
Location: Somewhere & Somewhere
Planet: Coruscant
When: Week 33
What: Lessons. Two different ones, with two different threads. Yes, I am that lazy. Also, either of you feel free to switch to prose if you'd like!
Rating: G/PG? Perfectly innocent, family friendly good times.

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Dante is waiting as agreed at the meeting place, standing leaning against a wall with a casual air; almost as if half-asleep. He looks up as Claire approaches and offers a small smile. The blush is duly noted and brings back the memory of said unintentional joke--he admits, it's still funny, but he'll be a gentleman and not tease her about it. Not now anyway.

"No problem. We'll call it working on my good karma -helping out pretty young girls in the game of survival." He pushes off the wall and goes to meet her, "Did you bring the lightsabre? Heh, I guess it sounds odd.. but I'm not familiar enough with 'em without trying it out to be able to give you any good advice."

Yeah, because offering advice on a weapon you're not trained on is totally believable. But this is Dante and in some areas his ego really does have foundation for it's ridiculously large size.

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She nods, taking the lightsaber off her belt to hold up. She doesn't hand it over to him, but instead activates it, and with a buzzing sound the green laser blade emerges. The blade is too long for her height, clearly the weapon wasn't made for her. It belongs to someone else, but she already informed him of that, so she doesn't remind him. She steps back and takes a few practice swings, before holding the weapon out for him to take.

"Don't break it."

tl;dr tl;dr tl;dr >.>

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Dante watches with calm fascination as she takes the weapon from her hip and activates it. The length is duly noted, and it's not so much an issue as something to learn how to work with. Absently, he wonders how many colours these things come in and who the previous owner was

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She watches him with interest, amused at how easy it is for him to just pick up a lightsaber and go. She supposes that if he has a real sword, a lightsaber is nothing, except a few extra added safety concerns. As he finishes and smiles, she lets out a laugh, and slowly claps her hands together.

"They're pretty amazing. It's too bad not everyone can get one." She doesn't make a move to try and take it back, just watches him with curiosity.

"Do you think it's something you can train me to use properly, or is it not really your kind of thing?" Clearly, he knows what he's doing and how to get around with a blade. She needs his help, but she can't let herself seem that desperate to get it. With this guy, being casual seems to be the way to go. He seems more like a guy that runs as soon as emotions get involved.

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Good judge of character there, Claire. He is that type exactly, but, on the other hand he's too much of a damned bleeding heart kind of guy to abandon people in need -and especially so women and children. Although if people starts to cling he sure as hell will whine about it and attempt to hide. Or tell them to go away. All the while not actually doing anything to hinder said clinging. It's complicated

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"I didn't get to choose the crystal color." She's quick to make that point, and looks away. "The crystal I got for a lightsaber I was going to make with someone was red. Not green." She shifts awkwardly, and shifts the hand she's holding the lightsaber in. Yeah, he doesn't need to know that, but she figures honesty is the best policy in a situation where someone is training you for free.

"I want to learn to use it for self defense, mostly. So I don't have to be weak anymore. I'm sick of being the victim, and just watching everyone else here fight for me. I want to be useful for a change. Is there anything wrong with that?"

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"Nothing wrong with green, tho. Just not my colour." He shrugs but drops the issue. It's nice that she shares, but ultimately it's none of his business. Especially not since she's being nice and honest with him. He'll trust he needn't know more unless she wants to.

Dante listens calmly as she accounts her reasons. He stands arms folded, with a sombre look on his face; a perfect poker face. A short moment pass in silence as she finishes speaking, but then he smiles. "No. That's a good reason." He nods, as if to assure her it's ok and turns to walk back to his coat.

He picks up two think metal pipes--yes he had probably picked them out prior to the meeting--and walks back to her. "Don't fight to be useful, though." He tosses one of the pipes to her for an easy catch. It's not heavy so it's ok. "Fight for yourself. Fight to not be a victim, to protect yourself.. and to protect the things that are important to you. Don't try and be useful -that means you're fighting on other people's terms."