Audio | UN: SpeedofThought

[doubled_speed]

Anyoneknowhowtoknit?

[Wait, no, he's talking too fast, isn't he? Dammit. Tommy curses under his breath in several languages and then breathes deeply.]

Does. Anyone know. Howto. Knit?

[Ugh, he hates it when he gets hit by these moods.]

Got insomnia and allthatshit. Need my handsandmind busy. Back home I'd go running. Or work waslike building stuff. Hands and brain busy.

[And if he doesn't have something to distract him, he was going to vibrate so much something might explode.]

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[havethestrength]

I guess it's good that I'll be able to give you a demonstration.

[doubled_speed]

Fine. Whatever. Meditation.

[havethestrength]

I meant sparring, but we can meditate.

[doubled_speed]

Oh, we can do both I guess. Whatever. Where are you?

[havethestrength]

The agricultural domes.

[doubled_speed]

Which?

[havethestrength]

The cherry orchard.

[doubled_speed]

"Yo!" Tommy's voice came, just like that. "I'm behind you."

[havethestrength]

Ben smirks, wiping a bit of dirt off his sleeve as he turns around.

"I know." He'd sensed the disturbance in the room.

[doubled_speed]

Tommy does NOT like people knowing when he's approaching. It's not fair.

"Punk."

[havethestrength]

"Is my knowing you're here any different from you knowing I am?" He knows it is. Tommy clearly prides himself on his speed and the fact that he can outmatch anyone's senses. The fact that Ben did so even once had to have been infuriating. He took a bit of selfish pride in that.

[doubled_speed]

"Yes, it is," Tommy answers quite easily. "I have plenty of time to see you coming. You shouldn't have that."

[havethestrength]

"But I did."

[doubled_speed]

Annoying. Tommy rolls his eyes.

"We doing this or not, nerd?"

[havethestrength]

Meditating or sparring first?"

[doubled_speed]

"Sparring may make me fall asleep."

Please, he needs to rest.

[havethestrength]

He raises a brow at that. It might be a bit insulting to think that Tommy looks at his fighting as that boring.

"Meditation it is, then."

[doubled_speed]

It's more the spending of the energy, Ben. He's a tired man.

"Wow, no, the goal would be falling asleep, not that I think I will."

[havethestrength]

"Ah." He reaches behind him and picks up two sturdy fallen branches. If Tommy thought he was getting a lightsaber battle, he was wrong. "Here." Even as he tosses the weapon to Tommy he moves a blow toward the other man's torso without warning.

[doubled_speed]

Like tommy wanted a lightsaber. His mood was more vibroblade anyway.

He catches the weapon easily and dances aside so fast it was like he wasn't even there.

[havethestrength]

He can't help cocking his head a little, feeling the other man's movements through the force, and predicting where he was going.

[doubled_speed]

The Force can't be flawless, and Kylo's reaction time can't be perfect, right? So Tommy has no problem circling being Kylo to feint at him with the stick before circling back to the front to strike at his ribs.

[havethestrength]

Ben isn't fast enough, his senses don't pick up Tommy in enough time to block or dodge the hit and he takes it fully into his ribs. His reaction is as natural as the exhale that he lets out against the pain that courses through him. Thrusting out a hand he takes hold through The Force and grabs the energy around Tommy, holding him in place.

[doubled_speed]

He's grabbed. He's held. He's confined in a way that Tommy hasn't felt before. It's a reasonable instinct with the man's power. This, though...

Panic. Fear. Tommy pushes out with his own powers, trying to vibrate free. Doesn't work. But the stick in his hand vibrates too. Too fast. It explodes in splinters, shrapnel of it sinking into his hand. At least his legs don't get shards of wood, due to the durability of his skin.

[havethestrength]

It's that fast that everything happens. That fast before Ben lets go, his hand now moving to his ribs that have passed the instant numbing shock and started to ache.

"Sorry, instinct."