Voicemail ~ Mask or Menace

[faithfulson]

Skywalker here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

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[faithfulson]

Well, mostly meditation, but I do like being that much closer to the stars.
I miss being out there.

[fauxmarth]

I can't say I share the sentiment, considering how poorly my experiences have been on the moon.
But you've seen much more than that in your time, haven't you?

[faithfulson]

Yeah. I've lost count of the places I've been. I always wanted to travel the stars, beyond my home. I just never realized what that would really mean.

Definitely didn't anticipate this place either.

[fauxmarth]

I'm not sure anyone could've! At least, not to the scope that it's entailed...
There may be other opportunities to go out there again. Maybe not the same way as before.
(I'd prefer it go differently, at least...)

[faithfulson]

You know, I live with someone that can create different technology.

Maybe I could work with her to build a spaceship.

It would definitely give you a better look at what space is like than the moonbase.

[fauxmarth]

You mean to take me along?
Maybe after a couple test runs, just to make sure all works accordingly...

[faithfulson]

Of course, I'd make sure it was secure before taking you along.

[fauxmarth]

Then you'll have to tell me how things go in finding that vessel...rather than expect a promise, I'll just keep the offer in mind should the future bring something like that along.

[faithfulson]

Well, I mean...
You could come and watch it come to life?
Or just come down.

[fauxmarth]

I certainly DO wish to visit. I assume it ought to be an evening with a decent sky to see from the roof, yes? You'll have to keep me posted, and between work and my other plans, something can happen.

[faithfulson]

[ It's a moment, before Luke replies with a picture of a clear night sky full of stars. A line of palm trees could be seen just at the bottom edge of the picture, with the beach shining faintly in the moonlight just beyond. ]

You know.
If you're free now.

[fauxmarth]

Oh that is lovely!
I'll go ask Guzma to see if he had anything in mind for tonight first.

[local princess fails to acknowledge rubbing salt in wounds, news at 11]

[faithfulson]

[ Luke felt something in his gut twist, and it took a sharp pain stabbing up through his jaw to realize he was clenching his teeth painfully tight. ]

Actually, I just realized I need to do something.
Sorry about that.
Raincheck?

[fauxmarth]

Of course!
Why don't I advise you the next time I have a free evening? Then, weather permitting, I can get a bit of star schooling, yes?
It's either that or you sign up for more night shifts at Aegis.

[faithfulson]

I'm sure I could take a few night shifts.

[ Like. All of them. From now on. ]

[fauxmarth]

I hope so! It means more flying patrols, and with the weather being fairer, it'll be much more enjoyable.

[faithfulson]

That's true. It's always warm in Heropa, but this winter has felt like a long one.

By the way, have you practiced with your lightsaber at all?

[fauxmarth]

About that...
What sort of weapons are actually SAFE to practice against it? Finn and I made an attempt to try a spar with a cattle prod and it...exploded a little.

[faithfulson]

The prod or the lightsaber?

I'm pretty sure my calculations were right. You should be able to strike anything with it without it going through it.

[ Had... had he been wrong? ]

[fauxmarth]

I see. Thank you -- I wasn't certain what to try when facing Finn, as I didn't want to inadvertently do him harm.
(Though I kind of did when the prod blew up...)
I think you ought to show me better handling of the saber sometime, too. If you don't mind.

[faithfulson]

[ ...oh boy. He's not sure how the prod might have exploded, but considering it was a combination of trying to tone down the lightsaber by using primitive parts and Lucina's extraordinary bad luck, it could have been a lot worse. ]

Yes; we should do that as soon as we're both free.

[fauxmarth]

Excellent.
I'll leave you to your tasks for tonight... [that he SURELY, TOTALLY has!!] Have a good night, Luke!

[faithfulson]

Good night, Lucina.

[ Yes, he has plenty to do tonight. Like bang his head against the roof and call himself out on being a complete and utter idiot. ]