Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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Tao of a Silly Old Bear, Monday, Period Two
Today, Kanan had sent a message to the students, stay in the dorms. He'd come to them. Hopefully nobody had any complaints about a workshop coopting the dorms rec room, because when it came to making his students navigate the fresh hell that was out there just so that he could chat about philosophy?
Ha. Kanan had put messy blaster holes in three splicers just getting from the radio station to here today. There was a long tear in his shirt and blood he was just casually ignoring. It wasn't worth it to expect the students to be out in that. Nope.
"This week's lesson was supposed to be about busybodies who don't take the time to stop and relax," he said, leaning against a wall, arms crossed over his chest, lightsaber actually assembled on his belt. "And if I figured that was at all relevant to what's going on out there, I'd even feel okay with teaching it. But this week we're going to just... have a discussion, I guess. Talk about when to run versus when to fight. Talk to your classmates - pick a buddy to travel with when you go outside. Even if you don't personally think you need someone to watch your back, think of it as having someone else whose back needs watching. How many of you are fighters? How many of you aren't? The wasteland was bad - the animals there were twisted and lethal. But here, the enemy is people. And people can be anywhere."
Kanan shrugged.
"If there are any essentials you need this week and you don't feel safe going outside, message me. I don't mind doing runs for food, weapons, or first aid supplies. I know we've just been coasting through the summer so far, wasteland being an exception for some, but it might be well past time to start treating these bouts of weekly weirdness as actual emergency situations, not just novel new experiences. So, what do you do to prep for an emergency that's already on you?"
Sorry, silly old bear. Maybe class would get back to discussing you next week. Adjusting his lesson to go with the flow that the universe had thrown at the island was in line with Taoism, too.
Ha. Kanan had put messy blaster holes in three splicers just getting from the radio station to here today. There was a long tear in his shirt and blood he was just casually ignoring. It wasn't worth it to expect the students to be out in that. Nope.
"This week's lesson was supposed to be about busybodies who don't take the time to stop and relax," he said, leaning against a wall, arms crossed over his chest, lightsaber actually assembled on his belt. "And if I figured that was at all relevant to what's going on out there, I'd even feel okay with teaching it. But this week we're going to just... have a discussion, I guess. Talk about when to run versus when to fight. Talk to your classmates - pick a buddy to travel with when you go outside. Even if you don't personally think you need someone to watch your back, think of it as having someone else whose back needs watching. How many of you are fighters? How many of you aren't? The wasteland was bad - the animals there were twisted and lethal. But here, the enemy is people. And people can be anywhere."
Kanan shrugged.
"If there are any essentials you need this week and you don't feel safe going outside, message me. I don't mind doing runs for food, weapons, or first aid supplies. I know we've just been coasting through the summer so far, wasteland being an exception for some, but it might be well past time to start treating these bouts of weekly weirdness as actual emergency situations, not just novel new experiences. So, what do you do to prep for an emergency that's already on you?"
Sorry, silly old bear. Maybe class would get back to discussing you next week. Adjusting his lesson to go with the flow that the universe had thrown at the island was in line with Taoism, too.

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She did rather wish the island would stop ending up places that were falling apart, though. And a falling-apart place that was underwater made her nervous.
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Basically, we are In The Shit Now, People.
It was either this, or a lecture based on a chapter of a book that seems convinced that hamburger stands are the real enemy, so...
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"I don't understand," she admitted in the tiniest of voices. "What's wrong?"
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Oh, Del. Kanan bit back a frown, feeling a little pang at her confusion.
"It's dangerous outside," he offered, gently. "So we're spending a little time just making sure our people are a little more safe."
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... It was his. Eh. He'd slap a bacta patch on that when he got home. The splicer got one free shot while he'd been reeling over the state of the island. There wouldn't be a second one.
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"Yeah," Kanan sighed, "I know. I've got a medkit at home, I can hold out until then. It's fine."
Hera would swat him if he didn't take care of it when he got back, really.
"I've got a couple of bacta patches on me right now, but I'm saving those for emergencies."
... Apparently 'sickle to the ribcage' was not an emergency!
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Sure, she was chiding him, but she was also concerned.
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"Yeaah," Kanan sighed, smiling a little crookedly. "Lucky shot."
A beat.
"You have a medkit handy, though, I wouldn't say no to a bandage or something."
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Kanan.
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And, you know, he would've been pretty disappointed anyway.
"There's... a lot going on out there. I let my guard down," because the state of the island had hit him right in the feelings in the worst possible way, "I won't be making that mistake again."
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OOC!
SHRUG.