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WHO: Luke Skywalker (

inheritsthesky), Selina Kyle (

meowminx), Mytho (

lovemedangit), OPEN
WHERE: A Park.
WHEN: Today, March 6th. Afternoon.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Luke is trying to concentrate, which means you/someone/everyone should come disrupt him as much as possible.
FORMAT: Paragraph, then either one. :3

Feeling he'd been woefully neglecting his training, Luke had decided to leave off lesson plans and work for an afternoon in favor of going out to meditate a little in the park. It wasn't a clear day, but at least the sun was out, and it shone brightly and warmly in the spot he'd chosen. Warmth--one of the few things he missed about Tatooine. Space, he'd learned when he left for the Rebellion at 19, was cold, and so was this place.

But the Force, when he touched it after quieting his mind of extraneous thoughts (Mara, the much younger Ben who didn't remember him or his father, who had disappeared from the city again), was warm too, and Luke let it fill his body in preparation for the training exercises he'd planned for today.

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The more people told Selina to stay in, the more she went out. She was thirteen; she could take care of herself. At least it was still daylight this time. She didn't have anywhere to go, so she just walked, enjoying the freedom of being outside and not worrying where her next meal or bed would come from.

Her wanderings took her to a small park. Normally, some guy sitting by himself wouldn't catch her attention. But this guy looked really familiar for some reason. So she paused, trying to place where she knew him from.

While Selina was indistinct in the Force, it didn't take his Jedi instincts to know when he was being watched. Ever since the Battle of Yavin, Luke was familiar with the sensation; when he was younger, he'd taken a certain pride in it, but now, that had faded somewhat. Not subsided into bitterness or cynicism, but the need that recognition had once fed had since been filled by other things.

Luke opened one blue eye, then the other, looking around for the source of the sensation. His eyes met Selina's, and he smiled, lifting a hand in greeting.

The warmth of the day had led to an increase of activity in the park, and the birds that had been clustered near warm spots were out in full force, chirping at each other and flitting around.

Despite having a small Rue that was sure to be trying to find him when she woke from her nap, Mytho had headed for the park, loaf of day old bread from the bakery in hand. The signs of spring, the sounds of the birds, it all soothed away the Raven's Blood with in him, leaving him far more himself.

He paused, blinking as he spotted someone he knew he had met before. Someone who Ben knew.

Selina certainly wasn't a shy girl. And she wasn't really the type who respected adults. But for some reason, she found herself hesitant waving in return. Something about his presence, along with that familiarity.

"Hi," she said, unusually quiet.

Luke, who had been about to come out of his meditation and get the implements he'd use to practice control--not moss-covered rocks, something a little more portable--when his shoulders twitched. Turning, he saw the light-haired young man standing nearby, holding a loaf of bread, and smiled.

"Hello," Luke called with a smile, stretching out his shoulders and then getting to his feet. It wouldn't hurt to take a bit of time and greet this person.

"Hello," he said kindly, leaning forward on his elbows, still smiling. "Nice weather bring you out here, too?"

"I wanted to go for a walk." She knew she was staring, which she usually didn't do, but somehow, she didn't think he'd mind.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

His cheeks went a little pink. "Well, maybe. I'm Luke Skywalker--I guess I'd be pretty recognizable by now."

Luke tilted his head a little. "It's nice to meet you, though." It wasn't just a polite gesture; something in Luke's body posture, in the pitch of his words, showed that he meant it. He'd always liked meeting new people. Probably a holdover from being stuck on Tatooine for the first part of his life, but most likely it was just part of his personality.

She was definitely staring after that comment. "Really?" Her head tilted to the side a little as she studied his features. "You got older."

It was weird though. She'd seen there were people from different places here, but not a guy from a movie. That wasn't supposed to be real, was it?

"I'm Selina," she finally said.

He laughed at that, a sound bright enough to match the sunlight he sat in. "It happens to all of us, even Jedi," he said, still grinning, and gestured at the ground nearby him. "Why don't you sit, Selina? I was just about to start a little training but some company would be nice for a while, too."

It didn't matter how cynical and hardened a kid Selina was. This was an invitation to hang out with Luke Skywalker. The hero of some of the only movies they'd had in that tiny horrible apartment. She and Maggie used to watch them. And Selina had never told her little sister, or anyone else really, but she always thought it meant that fathers got better, no matter what kind of bad things they did.

But that didn't really happen.

Still, she barely had to think about it before she was clambering over and taking a seat. Next to Luke Skywalker.

"What kind of training?"

"Hello..." Mytho returned, voice soft and mild.

"Keeping my control fine-tuned," Luke said, raising a hand; the duffel bag he'd brought with him floated over, and he reached in and pulled out a couple smallish rubber balls, like the kind the students in his class used on the playground. He placed one on the ground in front of them. "Just because I'm a Jedi Master doesn't mean I shouldn't keep up my practice. Everyone should, no matter how strong they are with their particular talents."

As he spoke, his hand shifted, using the Force to lift the other ball and balance it precisely on top of the first.

Quiet, but he'd had students who were quiet too--still did. It wasn't a bad thing.

Luke gestured at the bread in the other's hand. "Were you going to go feed the birds?" he asked. "Do you mind company?"

Mytho nodded. "I was... Did you want to help...?"

"I'd like to, if that's okay," Luke said, walking over. After sitting and meditating in one place for a while, it felt good to stretch and move around. "I'm Luke Skywalker."

Mytho nodded again, breaking the loaf in half and holding out one half to Luke. "You know Ben..." he returned.

Selina watched, fascinated. That wasn't special effects or strings or anything. That was real. "Yeah, I practice gymnastics pretty much every day." Her eyes remained glued to the balls. "It's fun."

"You're a gymnast?" Luke asked. The ball floated back into his hand, and he boyishly tossed it between his palms a couple times. "That's neat!"

Luke took the loaf of bread, and nodded. "Yeah, he was my first mentor," he replied, then made a gesture with his hand indicating they should go to where Mytho had intended to feed the birds. "A long time ago."

"Uh huh." Selina unfolded her legs and arched backwards into a handstand. "I used to take classes. My teacher said I could probably do competition, but that cost too much money."

She didn't really like thinking about that, though. So instead, she took a few steps on her hands, then balanced on just one. Maybe showing off a little.

He smiled, watching Selina as he would a student showing off in a class. "I always have respect for people like you who train their bodies to do the kinds of things that a Jedi uses the Force to help with. Not that we're pushovers without it," he said, grinning a little, "But some things just aren't possible without a little help."

He nudged the ball in the grass, rolling it around with his mind, back and forth. "I'm sorry that you couldn't continue in it."

Flipping back to her feet, Selina took a seat once more. She shrugged at the comment. "I keep doing it by myself. And I was going to be in a circus before I woke up in this place. Bet I'd have learned a lot of stuff there."

Of course, everyone seemed to think she'd be going back. So maybe she still would.

"You were a hero...?" Mytho asked as he began walking again.

"A circus? Really?" Luke remembered when various performing acts would come to Mos Eisley, and the rare occasions when his aunt and uncle would take him to see them. Some of the ones he'd seen involved gladiatorial battles between beasts and beings alike; others were more focused on fantastic things. He could see how a gymnast could fit right in with the latter.

"I bet you'd be spectacular," he said with an encouraging smile. While her presence might not be distinct from all the other life in the city, her emotions rippled out like little waves, and something in it told Luke she needed kind words.

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Since I established Star Wars was one of her faves as a kid...

Impeccable taste I must say!

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It's one of the only pop culture references she's ever made in canon

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