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What if a Jedi's eyes glowed to match their lightsaber tho

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...Right. There are no Jedi here. Concessions must be made in pursuit of an adequate explanation.

[ OWK ] -> Akin to sparring with a blade. Mostly the intent is combat or ceremony, but we do have tournaments on occasion.

[ OWK ] -> So I suppose at times it wouldn't appear so far removed from a sport. I'm not an athlete, exactly, but our training involves athletics quite heavily.

[ OWK ] -> In fact we often played dodgeball as initiates

[ OWK ] -> I think I would like that. If you wouldn't mind, we could train together? To prepare for the tryouts you mentioned. I fear I may be a bit rusty.

[ peaceandharmony ] -> well, you got me there. i don't even know what saber practice is.

[ peaceandharmony ] -> is it a sport?

[ peaceandharmony ] -> oooh, are you an athlete???

[ peaceandharmony ] -> i was thinking of trying out for dodgeball

[ peaceandharmony ] -> you should join me!!

[ peaceandharmony ] -> it would b fun ᕙ(^▿^-ᕙ)

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[ OWK ] -> You did not have to spend two hours of each morning contemplating plantlife when you wanted to be at saber practice.

[ OWK ] -> The robes of our Order aren't remarkably colorful as a general rule. I'm not sure I've ever seen him dress in anything but beige. Brown. White

[ OWK ] -> Sometimes grey

[ OWK ] -> But I suppose there is a first for everything.

[ peaceandharmony ] -> well i think he's perfect.

[ peaceandharmony ] -> that's what HE said!

[ peaceandharmony ] -> about the pink i mean. i haven't showed him the glitter yet. i think he looks GREAT in pink.

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[ OWK ] -> No. But I am experienced in the way of learning to tolerate his eccentricities

[ OWK ] -> The glitter suits him. I'm less certain about the pink

[ peaceandharmony ] -> oh, don't worry. i have experience in this sort of thing.

[ peaceandharmony ] -> wait

[ peaceandharmony ] -> wait

[ peaceandharmony ] -> he's YOUR grandpa?

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...You know what. Maybe this is the natural conclusion of Qui-Gon attempting to adopt every other living being they encounter. It was probably only a matter of time before he got adopted in turn.

[ OWK ] -> Be careful. He's very high maintenance. And picky with tea flavors. But otherwise I imagine he will be thrilled to hear it

[ peaceandharmony ] -> i don't know whose cunty grandpa this is but i'm adopting him. he's my best friend.

[ peaceandharmony has uploaded an image ]

it's a very out of focus image of qui-gon with a pink sparkly filter on it. cat ears are edited onto him.

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[ OWK ] -> I have little intention of bringing any lifeforms home. They'd hardly fit in the apartment. And they'd chew up the furniture.

[ OWK ] -> Not that such concerns have ever stopped some individuals

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[ OWK ] -> The creatures in the desert.

OWK has attached an image to the forum.

[ OWK ] -> Have they ever been tamed and ridden? The locals informed me it was unwise to attempt it without adequate preparation, but surely that doesn't mean it's impossible.

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@gospinego

Obi-Wan is only passively pretending to be interested in Old Yesteryear.

It is only right to do cursory research into the customs and history of the planet he has found himself on, of course, but his enthusiasm is dimmed by the circumstances through which he found himself here. For all that it has given him, it also took away so very much. The sting is not so easily moved beyond, especially without the Force here to guide the release of any lingering bitterness.

He tells himself that putting in an effort will make him feel better. It doesn't, really. He follows a good distance behind a tour group of denizens, hands folded into his robes, politely attentive but not with half as much diligent focus as he otherwise would. As the group moves on, he lingers behind with a couple of them, gazing pensively at the unremarkable brick building before them.

The denizen beside him mistakes his struggle to find interest as deep contemplation and turns to him. They didn't catch the last part, just then, they say; what was the purpose here? Why did it matter? The look Obi-Wan gives them asks in return do you really think I know. Do you really think I care. But alas, the life of a Jedi is always one of service to the people, always and forever.

Oh, he says. Well. It was an early vehicle manufacturing plant, years and years in the past. The first in the city. It matters because... and so on and so forth. The denizen seems appeased enough by the response and turns away quickly, but not before a voice chimes in from over Obi-Wan's shoulder.

"Well, actually—"

He turns. Arches his brows. He has been corrected. As if he does not know the intricacies of early technological development after having been on countless missions to countless planets just like this one. "I'm sorry?"

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"Oh, naturally."

Though he wouldn't say he intends to make a habit of going against the will of the Council. Anakin is so out of place among the Order already - Obi-Wan will not help further the divide. He had spent so much of his own apprenticeship fretting about the trouble his rebellious Master would surely drag him into via association. He's not about to inflict that on his own student. If he can assuage any of Anakin's fears, even just one, he will try.

He bites his tongue against the questions that spring to mind at Qui-Gon's confession. He has always spoken relatively little of his apprenticeship with Master Dooku ( but then, Qui-Gon speaks little about many topics ). Obi-Wan was not under the impression that the two remained very close, or even in communication at all, following Dooku's departure from the Temple. Does that not mean that Qui-Gon's fears were founded? Is he advising Obi-Wan to prepare himself?

Obi-Wan's fears have already felt founded enough. Everything he knew had unraveled so quickly, standing there in the Council chambers. Training a Padawan is a full-time commitment. Training the Chosen One, even more so - and Obi-Wan had only ever proven himself to be merely competent. There would be no need for his further involvement nor partnership. The announcement of the end of his apprenticeship had felt efficient and abrupt, not particularly celebratory. He had feared - before their battle on Naboo - that his Knighting would feel similar. An unremarkable ending. Obi-Wan would be sent on missions that one might expect of a simply adequate new Knight. He and Qui-Gon would cross paths every once in a while at the Temple, he suspected, and little more.

Regardless, even that had all been upended. The bond had already been severed so decisively that it had burned. Obi-Wan could do nothing more now than speculate.

"It does not frighten me," he answers slowly, though a matter of weeks ago it certainly had. But he had seen the steps Qui-Gon had taken so effortlessly to set Obi-Wan loose, and had done his best to follow his guidance, as always. He had accepted it. It is what they do; letting go. "As you said, there is little more you can teach me." Obi-Wan is less certain of that, but will not say so. "And I am ready for Knighthood. I rather suspected you would be glad to have me out from underfoot while Anakin adjusted. And I would be glad not to tend to so many plants each day," he adds as an afterthought, a somewhat paler attempt at levity.

Nothing is as he imagined, hoped, it would be. But a Jedi knows better than to have any real expectations, even for moments such as this. The future cannot be anticipated as well as one would hope, and it is unbecoming to set yourself up for disappointment. Obi-Wan shakes his head. "It doesn't matter." It is more than he though the would have only days ago. All that is important is having the means to pay Qui-Gon respect for so many years of training - that is as much the purpose of such a ceremony as anything else. "You honor me by being here, Master, that is enough."

It is nearly habit to duck away, flip the braid over his shoulder and out of reach himself, but on this occasion he allows it. It will be strange to see it gone - he's spent as much of his life with it as without it. He eyes it wryly from the corner of his vision as Qui-Gon settles it out of sight. "I have more faith in your ability to cut it evenly than in Master Yoda's. I've been restless, you know. Terrified that he will shave half my head with his saber."

that yearns an even wider grin from his master, glittering in pride. " perhaps master yoda is indeed correct. you and i are alike in very few things, but they often stand as the ones which count. such as when to defy the council, as it would appear .. and pancake toppings. equally as important, of course. "

it's not quite odd to think that even death cannot prevent the two from falling into this routine of casualness so quickly - in fact, it's highly welcomed by the master. to any passerby, it would be believable their meeting intended to discuss their lives, recent events, rather than engage in a first conversation post-passing.

" i cannot blame you, " about the hesitation to keep the braid, that is. " i was rather glad to be rid of it myself. somewhat, that is. "

his attention no longer lays on obi-wan's hair, then, and flickers instead to the horizon. " when my master severed it, i was afraid. not of becoming a knight, but rather of what it would mean for the both of us. i feared my new title would guarantee the severance of not only the braid, but our bond as well ; that we'd be separated indefinitely. "

qui-gon's eyes don't meet his padawan's then - not yet. " thoughts like it should not frighten you, obi-wan, but it is understandable if they do. "

it would take more than a kyber-projected blade to the stomach to separate a master from his apprentice - to cut down a branch from the family tree. that's when they meet stares, when the inclination to shed tears hit both of them.

" then it is decided. " a hand lowers onto his lap, the other reaches for obi-wan. " it would be the upmost honor, obi-wan. allow me time to prepare. i doubt it will be as grand as the one you might have imagined, but we must do with what we have. "

his finger pinches the braid, lifts it, hiding it from sight. " what a difference a few strands of hair make. "

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The Phantom Menace vs. A New Hope

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STAR WARS Episode III: Revenge of the Sith

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OBI-WAN KENOBI "Star Wars Galaxy of Adventures"

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@swsource​ star wars week: day 1 – the chosen one

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STAR WARS: EPISODE II - ATTACK OF THE CLONES 2002, dir. George Lucas

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I feel safe. Yes, it feels like that.

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