Re: quicklog: Ezra/Jules - Star Wars
[Color Jules impressed at the sick name drop. And so very thankful for the assist. It was in-ring promo time. If there was something besides flippy shit that they did well, promos was the top of the list.] Did they pay you? There's a Falleen that owes me two months back pay. If one of those guys has a replica lightfoil like this one, this is probably cheap crap, too.
[The shopkeep looked over at them knowingly. She didn't know what they were hiding, nor did she care. No one told the truth when they came in.] Ornamental hilt. [The braided woman corrected them.] No one calls it a replica lightfoil. It's an "Ornamental hilt." [The woman even added air quotes. Jules' eyes turned to saucers, her body frozen in place. They were caught. They were going to have to make a run for it. Something terrible was bound to happen, right? Big security droids were going to tear them apart and they would die with Ezra never knowing that he did the world's best hurricanrana. Tragedy upon tragedy.
Instead of the bloodbath, the shopkeep showed them the ins and outs of the hilt, pro-saleslady style. Far more delicate and infinitely more gaudy than a lightsaber, it was owned by some kid that claimed to be a noble and sold it to pay off a gambling debt. She showed them the hidden switch to open the internal chamber, explaining that since there was no crystal inside it was useless as a functioning weapon. All the while, Jules' brain was churning. This was surreal.] So... what would happen if someone put a crystal in it?
[Jules' question was simple and innocent enough, curiosity getting the better of her. The shopkeep shook her head at the sort of question shitty undercover law enforcement would ask when trying to catch weapon smugglers. Her answer was the rote generic reply that she gave anytime a customer asked about illegal uses for weapons.] I'm not responsible for items after they leave the store. [Immediately, Jules turned to Ezra, her lips pressed into a thin line in some failed attempt to cover her elation. He would know the look all too well. She was taking those words as a dare. Jules muttered.] It would probably be way too dangerous to try anyway. They're notoriously unreliable... [Oh, those words trailed off with her attempt at that bff mental telepathy. That look that tried to convey 'Dude, we are totally going to try it if we get that out of here. And find a crystal.' but really just looked like a poor People's Eyebrow impression.] Is there anything here that catches your eye?