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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] 3/3

[eyeforaneye]

You were trying to distract yourself and we just ended up on a heavy topic again anyway. I'm deciding to blame you.

[beardstrokes]

[ He chuckles to himself. He can't help it. Sasuke is really charming. ]

Very well. I shall take responsibility for this.

Be selfish when it comes to your identity. And I'm sure it'll reveal itself to you.

[eyeforaneye]

[ ... bruh ]

That's already been decided.

If I have to be selfish about that, you also have to be selfish about learning to play an instrument. They aren't as dissimilar as they seem.

[beardstrokes]

I wonder if you'll still say that when I subject you to my terrible guitar playing.

[eyeforaneye]

I'll say what I like, since I'm ordering you now to simply not be abjectly shit at it.

[beardstrokes]

I was not aware you had the authority to order me around.

[eyeforaneye]

I have the authority to enter words and send them to you; that's all it takes to issue an order. You can choose to disobey it and be terrible but that's self-defeating, isn't it?

[beardstrokes]

That's a lot of words you've put into a sentence that literally would not make sense and would probably get you punched in public.

It's a skill.

[eyeforaneye]

I don't mind punches. That's better than being kept up late because you didn't hone your guitar skills during the day.

[beardstrokes]

I'll have to remember that. It'll make for a suitable deterrent.

[eyeforaneye]

If you want to be forced to learn to play one-handed, by all means.

[beardstrokes]

That hardly qualifies as a threat.

[eyeforaneye]

Are you trying to goad me into giving you one you find more valid?

[beardstrokes]

I don't think you'd do it.

If you did, you'd need a reason. Your own, your best. And you're still searching for those.

I'm sure once you find a good reason for it, I wouldn't stand in your way.

[eyeforaneye]

[ ... dammit, he is right. ]

No, I don't allow anything to remain in my way when I've made a decision.

I won't remove your arm in any kind of revenge, but I will find other ways of making you suffer for an indeterminate length of time.

[beardstrokes]

Well, then. Do keep me informed when you come to a decision.

[eyeforaneye]

Don't be so eager. Operating with one arm is irritating.

[beardstrokes]

I'll take your word for it.

[eyeforaneye]

Sure.

[ ... ]

Good luck with your attempts.

[beardstrokes]

Thank you Sasuke.

1/2

[eyeforaneye]

[ If only there were a way to type a dismissive handwave.

Oh wait. ]

2/2

[eyeforaneye]

\(；￣Д￣）

[beardstrokes]

[ He squints at it.

Is it a chair? A person?

A horse?

After a while, he gives up. It's not worth replying to. ]

[eyeforaneye]

[ you are a thief of joy ]