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fandomhigh2019-06-10 06:34 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2019-06-10 06:34 am
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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.
Re: Talk to Kanan!
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"And as thanks for all your hard work," Kanan mused, "the locals will try to murder you."
Yaaaaaay!
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Because, honestly - Sith Empire. If people didn't want to kill you, you were doing something wrong.
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Kanan paused a moment. And then had to shrug.
"Pretty much, yeah."
One of a very small handful of survivors of the Jedi Purge, hi.
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"If it keeps us from dying, I'm still going to do it."
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"Yeah, I can't argue with logic like that," Kanan sighed. "You need someone to watch your back at any point, you know how to contact me. I'm going to look for emergency exits, that sort of thing. They can't possibly have build an entire underwater city without remembering escape pods."
Well.
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"I've got Sabine to go with me, but if we need help, I'll yell," she promised.
You wanted a Sith yelling into your brain, didn't you, Kanan?
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Oh yeah, that sounded like as great a time as the rest of it, really.
"Works for me," he replied, nodding. "You know I'll be there as fast as I can, come to that."
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