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driftfleet2016-01-31 10:01 am
beardstrokes) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-31 10:01 am
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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.
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.
Re: text.
I simply need some . . . time, I suppose. To reflect. To see if I am ready to change. Or even whether I can.
I've always had hope. And I will continue to do so.
I'm simply . . . meandering a little.
Re: text.
[He doesn't mean to be bossy, or even a know-it-all, but he's used to dispensing philosophy for life.]
When you're resigned, your joy will cease. That's what I've found to be true.
Re: text.
As it stands, it's not an option for me.
[ But Obi-Wan doesn't know how to quit or surrender. He may stumble, get sad, feel lost. But he has never truly stopped what he was doing. ]
Re: text.
I think that being a teacher is a valuable undertaking. And being a student sounds difficult. Each of you must have had struggles.
Re: text.
But those struggles are important to me. . . As it must be for them.
Re: text.
Re: text.