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[no_saber]

Laranth and her Master are even more at odds than before - she keeps questioning the basic tenets of the Jedi Order as they start failing to make sense to her; her master, knowing what path lies before her, pushes her harder, knowing she won't be under his care for much longer

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[longtonguedog]

There's an angel seated at the bar, with a root beer float and a plate of nachos in front of him.

"Well, hello again. She catch you at a bad time?"

Grace would say he has not a leg to stand on on that account.

[no_saber]

She hops onto the stool next to him, winces, and belatedly attempts to hide the wince. It doesn't fit with the Jedi image.

But there's a bruise the size of Coruscant on her...

Well.

There's a bruise, anyway.

"Better than earlier today, I suppose." She shrugs, and taps on the bar. "Hot Chav, please."

[longtonguedog]

Earl frowns with concern, but doesn't say anything about the wince.

"What happened earlier? You gettin' into trouble again?"

[no_saber]

She cups her hands around the mug that appears, and she forgets to make a human-centric gesture, her lekku both shifting to the side before settling back into place.

"Master felt like doing combat training today."