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[beardstrokes]

Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Broadcast: Text
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 30th

A: TEXT

I think it's time I retire from teaching for a while.

I don't suppose anyone knows a decent way to pass the time?

B: ACTION

[ When Stefan announced the prayer room, a quiet place for meditation, Obi-Wan had been thrilled. While he enjoyed and cared for the Huntress, quiet is not something they are known for. After talking to Anakin, he knew he was in dire need of quiet and inner peace

He does not regret ( he can not regret )

And yet.

In a way he had envisioned as a child, it had always been Master and Padawan, together. Even when separate, they fought together, learned together, believed in each other. But Qui-Gon died all too soon, and for so long, Obi-Wan threw his hands up against tradition. When Yoda told him to be Anakin's master, he chose to be Anakin's friend. He did not caution against attachment, only warned where it might lead.

He breathes heavily, his legs folded on the mat. It's not working. The Force is still too quiet, too alien at this moment. It doesn't understand his sorrow.

Obi-Wan chuckles, opening his eyes and pushing his hair back. It should be used to that by now.

Looking down at his hands, he's quiet when he speaks. ]

Please help me.

Comments

[text; private]

[imahologram]

I'm sorry to hear it.

[So she'll ask about the Force some other time. That's...probably for the best.]

There's someone in the Fleet trying to collect books. That might be a useful direction to put your energies.

Re: [text; private]

[beardstrokes]

I'm afraid I lack confidence in my teachings of late.

Collecting books? Yes, I believe I had heard that somewhere. Do you know who it is?

Action

[save_the_souls]

[Allen didn't draw attention to it, but he was a regular visitor to the prayer room. He had been the one that pointed Stefan in the direction of building one, after all. This place certainly wasn't the Order, but it helped ease those pangs of illness for a home long gone for Allen.]

[Truthfully, Allen had been aware of Obi-wan's presence the whole time, but he had made sure not to disturb him - opting to sit in a corner where his own presence was not disruptive. It was utterly rude to disturb someone in the middle of prayer or meditation, after all. Only when he speaks up, clearly having a crisis of pain, does Allen decide that perhaps it'd be best to say something.]

What troubles you, sir?

[beardstrokes]

[ His expression is unguarded and he struggles to push his feelings down. But then, it's a little late for such things.

Obi-Wan relaxes, albeit, a little. ]

A great many things, I'm afraid. Did I disturb you?

text »

[mucked]

-- What are your feelings on cryptic crosswords?

Re: text »

[beardstrokes]

I can't say I have a lot of experience with those.

action

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka is heading silently into the prayer room for some meditation herself when she spots Obi-Wan in front of her... and hears those words coming from his mouth. She stops a few metres behind him, frozen in place.

She's almost certain those words are not directed at her. Which means she's stumbled on to a private moment between Obi-Wan and the Force. Immediately, she feels like an intruder. She should go.

But if Obi-Wan is having some sort of crisis, if he needs someone to talk to... shouldn't she offer to be there for him? Won't he feel worse, if he senses her here and then she runs away? But then, what if she's the last person he wants to speak to? And honestly, what could she possibly say that would help? Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master. She's only a padawan. An ex-padawan. It's presumptuous to think that she knows better than him.

All this races through Ahsoka's head in an instant, but she still dithers. Hesitation and compassion in equal measures waver around her in the Force like a beacon.]

[beardstrokes]

[ It chimes, like bells in the wind. Ahsoka was here. Equal parts of shame and bitterness course through him for appearing in such a state, but he dismisses it. This was Ahsoka. She had seen him in far worse situations.

He takes a few seconds to use his breathing techniques. When a brief calm washes over him, Obi-Wan turns to her with a brief smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ]

You might as well come over.

voice;

[princessia]

[ Audio on her end, but she won't mind receiving text from Obi-Wan's side. ]

...Sometimes I draw to pass the time.

Re: voice;

[beardstrokes]

[ Ah, it was the little girl who wanted to meditate. And was going through her own pain. He puts aside his own feelings for now, and obliges her with a voice message in turn.

It was only polite. ]

What do you like to draw?

text.

[paraclete]

Ideally, doing something you love. Understanding what that means is a good starting point. [Kaworu's passed a lot of time, done a lot of waiting. He knows that idleness deters joy.]

What did you teach?

Re: text.

[beardstrokes]

I am a Jedi Master, so I would pass on my Jedi teachings. How to fight, defend and how to master one's emotions.

I may have only done so well on the former, I'm afraid.

text;

[bloodbiter]

I should think it depends where your interests lie.

Re: text;

[beardstrokes]

And if I'm open to all interests?

action

[stefanged]

[These days, Stefan spends an unhealthy amount of time in the Interfaith Center - obvious, given that he runs it. When he's not immersed in his own prayers, he's restocking the tea cart or making sure everyone has what they need for proper worship or - in this case, re-reading the Qur'an after one of his five daily prayers.

It's in the middle of a surah that he hears Obi Wan's voice. Stefan looks up from the Qur'an, careful to place a bookmark before he makes his way over. He murmurs this, not intending the augment to translate his du'a:] Allah, give us not a burden that you would have given those before us.

[Then, he bows his head a little as he looks over at Obi Wan,] Would you like some tea? Or maybe something to eat?

Re: action

[beardstrokes]

[ He looks up, faint lines of exhaustion on his face, but with a smile nevertheless. ]

Tea sounds lovely, actually.

[ He climbs to his feet. ]

I can always make time for a cup.

[mikangirl]

It depends on how healthy you want to be about it.
I could give you suggestions anywhere from gardening to piracy.

What did you teach?

[beardstrokes]

I am a Jedi Master. I taught many things from lightsaber training to other life skills.

And I've done things such as gardening and piracy with aplomb. So I'm hoping for something a little more quiet and manageable on a ship.

Text

[halfblinded]

Normally I would suggest taking up a physical hobby such as cooking or wood-carving...but under the circumstances, it might be difficult to come by supplies regularly.

Re: Text

[beardstrokes]

Wood would prove difficult at the station. Still, cooking isn't a bad skill.

It wouldn't hurt to pick up some new recipes. Especially when the food sources might be foreign to me.

[action]

[killedwithlove]

[A soul suffers and there he is.

Cole is a quiet, pale, almost ghost like figure. He walks closer on near silent feet, one hand holding the fingers of the other.

And he is brilliant. Yoda once said people were luminous beings, not these crude vessels. This person isn't. He's just willed himself to have a shape to interact with people, but he is Compassion and he is Mercy.

He kneels down next to Obi-Wan.]

Your best is enough, whatever you think right now.

[beardstrokes]

[ His head shoots up to meet Cole's eyes. His expression is caught between sorrow and the choice, the choice he selfishly made for one person's life. He grimaces, ashamed, bowing his head slightly. He's never been one to look away but doubt gnaws at him, ever-present. ]

That is not for me or anyone else to decide. I may be here and now, but I will never know if it is enough.

I cannot simply accept it.

[redactions]

I cook. My brother knits.

[beardstrokes]

does it help?

action

[mistyday]

[When she's not in the gardens, either on the Iskaulit or on the station, Misty can more often than not be found in the Interfaith center. Not only is it a place of peace and comfort for her, it's a place to find like minded folks. Even if some of them got weird alien gods well... they're all looking for the same thing, in the end.

This time when she wanders into the room, the first thing she is struck by is the soft light hangin' about this strange, sad man. It reminds her of Leia, and something in her bones tells her it's the same thing, that magic Leia calls the Force. For a minute, she just watches him with that disconcerting stare of hers, intense and probing, yet nonjudgmental. She only speaks once he does.]

He is listening.

[Or she or they or whoever it is he's praying to.]

Re: action

[beardstrokes]

[ It takes him a few minutes not to immediately hide and fake his expressions. It would prove useless and make his current demand false. And if he was meant to be seen like this, it was the will of the Force. ]

The Force always does.

[ But it is not here to soothe away his pain. ]

I've just been bad at my phrasing.

[text]

[eyeforaneye]

Giving yourself wholly to learning instead. Whether the topic is something that clears your head or that makes you feel productive, so that you don't mixed feelings about committing yourself to it.

Re: [text]

[beardstrokes]

that seems a little extreme though. And I have technically given myself to learning. I would not be a Jedi otherwise.

I'm simply looking for side-hobbies, so to speak.

text; private;

[firstrebel]

I'm sure you have plenty of other skills to share.

[ There's no point arguing with the man, certainly it's not her place. Obi-Wan has had a lot of terrible knowledge dropped on his shoulders the past few weeks. Who is she to tell him how to deal with it? ]

Re: text; private;

[beardstrokes]

I can help you cheat at sabacc if you like.

But I think I do need to collect my thoughts if I am expected to pass them on wards.

text;;

[reconstitution]

There is always something to learn.

Re: text;;

[beardstrokes]

And I continue to learn with every breath I take, but I need something a little more drastic.

Surely you understand a man's need to be occupied?

Text

[onlyanapple]

[Obi-wan, this is your lucky day. Suddenly, some links pop up to the games Crowley has painstakingly put on the system: Flappy Marsiva, Agar.io and Blingee. They are all ridiculously frustrating and black holes of time wasting. ]

You're welcome :)

Re: Text

[beardstrokes]

You certainly work fast.

What exactly are these?

[action]

[flameandpassion]

[ so after chatting with stefan, she's been spending a lot of time in the interfaith center. as a priestess, she's missed the quiet temple area... and adstringendum had been kind enough to give her the temple of heaven, but it was cruel enough to tear it apart.

she doesn't mean to intrude on obi-wan's meditation, but she hesitates at the door -- instinctively trying to feel out whether or not he's a threat, out of habit, but nothing strikes her as odd. just a man praying quietly in a room. but her intuition, her gut, tells her that he's here for a not pleasant reason, and she quietly leaves the room again.

when she returns, about ten minutes later, it's with tea, which she quietly sets down near him. ]

Prayer is easier with tea, for me.

Re: [action]

[beardstrokes]

[ He smiles at her, quietly grateful. He appreciates that she hasn't asked him why he's in such a state. With a deep breath, he relaxes his body and muscles. ]

I usually save it for last, as a small reward.

text.

[intelligently]

What did you teach?

Re: text.

[beardstrokes]

A variety of subjects. It is the purview of a Jedi Master to pass long what he knows onto his padawan, the student.

As such, I am well trained in mathematics, languages, piloting, mechanics and so forth.