A little bit of riddim

[Brooke Waters]

There were a whole lot of worlds around​

And sometimes it was worth going to ground.​

The blonde wasn’t really worried about today​

But on this world, she was hoping she’d get some play.​

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Coming to Talus was always a treat​

Even if all she wanted was something to eat.​

And these rhymes were really lame​

But the writer needed to get on his game.​

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What she was hoping to find?​

Was just something in her mind.​

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But was her writer going to be that cruel,​

So as to make her fight someone in a duel?​

It was going to involve rhyming,​

And so much more than just timing.​

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Token had no idea what was going to appear,​

And as such right now she had no fear.​

To be walking along the street,​

And waiting to see who she’d meet.​

 

[Micah Talith]

So it was on this fine spring day​

that the Talith teenager would go and say,​

Welp, what kind of mischief could I put myself in?​

Surely a way I can test my skills, maybe toughen my skin!​

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As it was, he too would walk along the street,​

and as luck would have it with a stumbling beat.​

Crash into one [member="Token Waters"] girl,​

And with a grunt, grimace, and a whirl​

Went tumbling down to the ground all too soon,​

And likely stir her wrath with no boon.​

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Aw, crap, he said, uttering a curse,​

But clearly that is when things could only get worse.​

See cause midtumble, there went his right hand,​

and upon her right soft breast would land.​

Oh, shit, he said, much to his embarrassing woe,​

as he went down to the ground with likely pissed off girl in tow!​

 

[Brooke Waters]

The Waters girl, she was typically on an even keel​

But when you got between her and her next meal?​

That was when she could get all sorts of off,​

Even when things happened that would barely mak’er cough.​

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Such as when [member="Micah Talith"]’s hand came to rest​

On her really lovely, and perky (for the record) right breast.​

In her head the Corellian had been in a groove​

And that was what prevented the Witch from making a move.​

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Once the bubbly blonde had hit the ground,​

She had gotten a chance to look around.​

And there he was, the clumsy boy,​

The next word could be soy, but was he really going to be so coy?​

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” Said the Witch.​

I did warn you that when she was hungry she could be a queen b---​

 

[Micah Talith]

Well the blood would rush,​

North! Not South so hush!​

His face aflame with embarrassment,​

Turned to a grimace of annoyance at her harassment.​

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Look, he said, getting ready to scoot off,​

Not like i was trying to grab you, he said with a scoff.​

Maybe you were the one who had not a clue,​

on where the bloody heck she was walking off to!​

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So, look Blondie, why don't you just chill!​

And instead of biting my head off and sound so shrill,​

be a little bit more understanding than yell,​

like a Ryloth schutta from hell.​

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Okay, maybe that was going a bit too far,​

but damage pride had a tendency of making Micah bizarre.​

It was one of those things he will have to out grow,​

if he was ever to learn the wisdom of letting go.​

 

[Brooke Waters]

Token didn’t know if he was the one to blame,​

When she walked it could end up being really lame.​

But right now? Her eyes were all alit, like flame.​

Dealing with a hungry Token really wasn’t a game.​

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Did that last verse even count?​

Maybe she could talk and get her meal on a discount.​

But right now, with how he was talking​

There was just no way she could keep on walking.​

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The Witch did have a saber of light,​

But now wasn’t the time to use a weapon of might.​

She would have to come up with another way​

To get this kid to know she didn’t want to play.​

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To the Force she would reach,​

And from her lips it would then breach.​

Out came a blast, disguised as her voice.​

It was a scream to stun, hunger didn’t allow a choice.​

 

[Micah Talith]

And, lo, did Micah get blown back,​

sent flying on his arse, with little slack.​

Oh his senses were momentarily stunned,​

by the sheer banshee screaming shun.​

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A tumble, a roll, and then a groan,​

came ushering from his mouth upon being thrown.​

A trickle of crimson, warm blood red hue,​

came from the corner of his mouth like thick red glue.​

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A spat would cast that metallic tang,​

Onto the ground salvia did splat as adrenaline sang.​

Seriously, what was with women now a days?!​

Irritation would rise and he was amazed,​

that more and more women were so easily irked,​

confusing, and clearly, letting their monthly show.​

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Oh well, fine, clearly he was the double x chromosomes punching bag,​

but he wasn't about to let the blondie continue to nag.​

So a bit dizzy, and irked, up Micah would go,​

Glaring orange daggers at the woman they'd glow.​

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So you want a little fight? Fine.​

He said, standing up and dusting off the grime.​

Clearly, you got some tension you need to let go,​

So if it is a fight you so desire, I'll give you a show.​

So with an equal measure of the Force, his hand would dart out,​

sending a force push to send Miss waters against the wall, no doubt.​

 

[Brooke Waters]

Little did the blonde know​

Just what she had gotten into.​

What had she done? Was she really that cranky?​

She did just use the Force on the boy, who was lanky.​

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What was with this boy, his eyes all orange,​

Did he come from the mystical land of Blorenge?​

Now that that challenge was done,​

It did seem Token wanted some fun.​

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But our little Witch, she was not ready​

Not even prepared to keep herself steady.​

She hit the wall and it gave her a start.​

Looking to the Talith “Okay, little Tart.”​

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Now Token was not one for fighting,​

She so much preferred bass and lighting,​

That would blink while she found herself on the floor.​

But here the online blinking was her eyes. “Whore.”​

Was the word from her that did escape.​

This was not the land of heroes, she had no cape.​

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As she looked at him, did coalesce a barrier.​

For she could tell her power may be inferior.​

But he grabbed her without saying thank you.​

And there was dust in her nose. Achoo.​

 

[Micah Talith]

'hore, did she call him? Okay that amused him well,​

Quelling a bit of the vexation from that seeming tell.​

Oh, she was a feisty one, she reminded him of Kai,​

granted, he thought with a grimace, she was only fourteen today.​

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Either way, what was this girl thinking, bubbling herself so,​

did she really think of him that low?​

Okay, granted she knew him not then,​

save for the awareness of a stumble and a slip of a hand.​

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Irritation would lash out his face, and he gave a sigh,​

Running his hand through the dark locks and then did his face rise.​

Do you kiss your mum with that mouth? He would ask,​

staring at her with bewilderment at her sass.​

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Of course, the hypocrisy of it would not hit him then,​

he was, after all, a teenage boy full five and ten.​

He had a mouth that was prone to curse blue,​

and even have Aela's disapproving glare to forward to.​

So he dusted himself off again, and sent Token a glare,​

One that said if she kept on then she would get more than just a stare.​

 

[Brooke Waters]

Was she out of line?​

She thought she was just fine.​

But really, anyone who’d look at Token​

That had known her would say shes broken.​

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The girl was hungry, just wanted some pie,​

But here she was having been groped by a guy.​

She didn’t know him from anyone​

But it was he she did try to stun.​

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Hiding in her bubble​

She was expecting trouble.​

But could this one, this child,​

Make her not so mild?​

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Was she going to fight him?​

She was normally proper and prim.​

Maybe it was the Primeval​

Who made her have thoughts of so evil?​

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From within her bubble of protection​

She saw him with a great vexation.​

Were they just going to have a staring contest?​

Or would there be more to put this to rest?​

 

[Micah Talith]

So they had their own Rodian stare down,​

sans blasters to get the other shot to the ground.​

This wasn't a question of who shot first,​

But one of figuring out if this all mattered at all, he'd curse.​

A sigh would befall from the Talith then,​

A rub of his temples, a pain striking his head time and again.​

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Look, I'm sorry that I bumped into you, he would say​

I didn't mean to, and sorry for the -- a gesture to where said perky breasts lay.​

Can we please call it quits, and leave it at that?​

I'm grumpy, just woke up and hungry to chat.​

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So he said all that he had to tell,​

letting the Blondie take what he said and dwell.​

Whatever she'd do, he was ready just in case,​

after all, the floozy had tried to stun him in place.​

 

[Brooke Waters]

Through the desert, a whistle would blow​

Would a Rodian stare be as low as this would go?​

Token wasn’t looking at this boy for a fight,​

Give him some years and she’d have a lust full of might.​

Especially with those orange eyes,​

Someone with which to watch the night skies.​

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On to many worlds they could travel,​

Playing in the sea and walking the gravel.​

But right now she wanted some food,​

Perhaps that would improve her mood.​

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She forced out a true and happy smile​

One that would typically light up a mile.​

“Next time you need only ask,​

Instead of turning your fall into a mask.”​

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She gave him a wink,​

In public was sometimes a kink.​

All that she needed now was a place,​

To get a meal, and she’d head back to space.​

 

[Micah Talith]

Now it was Micah's turn to be beat red,​

with that offer that only led​

to a image his hormones would paint,​

of said blondie and interesting things that would tempt a saint.​

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Glowering, with more embarrassment than he would dare share,​

Micah, for once wouldn't toss a quip and instead would dare​

To turn and leave with cheeks a ruddy hue,​

muttering about the audacity and frustration of women shrew​

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Later on, he would curse himself blue,​

for being unable to state a quip that would leave her to spew.​

Alas, this is what teenage boys have to face,​

A pretty girl, suggestive overtones, and the chance of disgrace.​

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Never fear, Micah, your time will come to pass,​

when you're grown a few years and turn that sass​

Into charisma and charm and devilish allure,​

enough for a Token Waters to one day swoon over for sure!​

 

[Brooke Waters]

Token didn’t mind tempting saints​

With her she didn’t expect to hear ain’ts.​

As for her thoughts, while the boy was young,​

There was no telling just how he was h---.​

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One thing about the girl in front of him​

While the writer couldn’t rhyme with Lil Kim,​

She was definitely more sure of herself,​

More so Christmas could be loved by an elf.​

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The blonde definitely knew a thing or two​

That wouldn’t leave Micah with a pair of blue.​

Had this been and older man,​

They’d lose clothes to do more than just tan.​

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Watching him turn, though, she let down her wall​

“Head up kid, you’ll feel them for real someday,” She would call.​

All they could hope was that this thread would result in songsteel.​

And that somewhere on this world, Token would finally find her meal.​