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"Yep. Just barely, the whole being good and calm and peaceful thing ain't really my style. But I'm a pretty kriffin' fantastic Force user. And lightsaber user." He flicks his hand, calling a smaller than normal lightsaber (handle-hilt-thingy made for one handed use, instead of two) that looks like it was made out of whatever was lying around. And ignites it, making a long, glowing silver blade come from the end.

Belle, to her credit, refrains from any and all Spaceballs quotes that might normally have slipped out.

"Shit, 's long as y' get de awesome laser sword, who cares 'bout de rest?"

"Exactly. So long as I've got an awesome weapon, and the ability to smash large, durable objects with my brain, I'm good," Beat. Gesture at parts in the air. "Hence, this. Maybe I should put strobe lighting on it, that'd be both cool and surprising."

"Disco Jedi. Sounds like fun."

She waves down a waitrat and orders a whiskey. "'S long as y' doan get caught."

"Why'd I care about getting caught?"

She blinks. "Usually de goal, though, I guess if y' usin' strobe lights dat ain't so much de case."

"If I get caught, I can just escape again." Atton grins, brightly.

She chuckles. "I like y'."

"Thanks. I like you too - So rare I find somebody who shares my fanboyish reaction to sharp objects."

"Bon." She sips her whiskey. "Y' like it here?"

"It's alright. Been here about two years. Found more friends here than I have before. And adopted a little brother."

"I got one o' dose too. Who's yo's?"

Comparing extended families is fun!

"Guppy Sandhu. Know him? Yey-high, sorta fluffy?"

Yes, he's telling everyone this.

"Oh! Doctor Guppy! Oui. Good man."

She nods approvingly.

"Yeah," Fond grin. "Hey, y'wouldn't be Belladonna as in Belle, right? Girl who's teaching him self-defense?"

"Dat's me. Got tired o' seein' 'im covered in bruises."

She frowns a bit. "Seems his world's fulla bastards 'n' assholes."

"You and me both. And yeah, it is. Or maybe they're just drawn to Guppy - Me and another mutual friend, Sam, went and dealt with one of them, but they keep popping up."

"Hmmm. We should kidnap 'im, den. F'r a lil bit, anyway."

She thought for a minute, finishing her whiskey.

"He might eat us. Turn into a huge dinosaur and devour us bloodily," Beat. "But we could take him for a party. With lots of people who really like him - It can be an early birthday party, since I don't think anyone knows his birthday, though."

Beat.

"I can think of two people who'd help organise one. They're both midgets, but you can't have everything."

She nodded. "Dat'll work, too. Midgets, y' say? Ain't seen any o' dem runnin' 'round."

Hmm, what to get Guppy for his birthday?

"Yeah. Two midgets - One's a lot more midgetty than the other, really, but they're both tiny." This isn't so much true. One of them is about 5'7". "Also, smug. But nice."

"Alright. In Bar, or out? I assume we're tellin' him befo' hand, right?"

Maybe a kitten so something in his world would love him?

"Depends. Know of any really good locations for a party in your world?"

"My house is good. Big, secluded, got a wine cellar dat's able t' easily get twenty families o' hard drinkin' assassins drunk, 'n' not too hard to get t', provided a lil bit o' underground travel ain't a problem."

"Sounds great t'me. I doubt Guppy minds travelling underground. Just blindfold him if he does, it'll be fine."