Characters: AU!Relena Darlain, OPEN Where: The Park When: Mid-Afternoon Summery: Relena's left her apartment in order to clear her head and do a bit of training in the park. Warnings: Some possible violence?
Ahsoka had been sitting in seclusion behind what was left of a bush whose leaves had turned brown and fallen off for the most part, with her eyes closed, legs crossed, and her up-turned palms upon her knees. She was meditating, or rather, attempting to meditate. Her ability to slip into that necessary meditative state was failing her at the moment and it had nothing to do with the approaching presence she noted in the Force somewhere in the back of her mind. No, what was distracting her were thoughts that were very unbecoming of someone who was supposed to be a padawan to a Jedi Knight. But, he wasn't really a Jedi Knight, was he? Not in the long run. That left the unanswered question of what she was supposed to become: Was she destined to be Jedi or Sith? And of course, there were even more inappropriate thoughts concerning emotions she shouldn't be feeling in regards to her master's son
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Relena spun around to face the voice that had spoken to her, one hand immedietly going to the gun tucked into the waistband of her pants. It was habit and it took all she had not to draw and aim it at Ahsoka.
"Just trying to clear my mind." She said. "Training seems to be the only way to."
Relena didn't care about tact, it wasn't really needed and she didn't have anything to hide.
Tact wasn't something Ahsoka necessarily cared about. She was Anakin Skywalker's padawan, after all, one of the least-tactful individuals in the known galaxy. What did warrant her attention, though, was the lack of the usual startled response from a human at her non-human appearance. That automatically gained the blonde points with the Jedi-in-training.
"It tends to do that," she agreed, approaching. With a red-skinned hand, she gestured at the other girl's waist. "That's an interesting-looking blaster."
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"Just trying to clear my mind." She said. "Training seems to be the only way to."
Relena didn't care about tact, it wasn't really needed and she didn't have anything to hide.
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"It tends to do that," she agreed, approaching. With a red-skinned hand, she gestured at the other girl's waist. "That's an interesting-looking blaster."
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