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A Search for Peace

WHO: Obi-Wan Kenobi and YOU
WHERE: Various locations around Temba
WHAT: Jedi doing Jedi things.
WHEN: During the V-Day Mini Event
WARNINGS: Grumpiness probably

Waking up on his bunk in the Twin Roses one morning came with a surprise. A random pink mothcat plushie having been left for him at the end of his bed with a little card. The Jedi is confused as he has no idea what this is even about, and hasn't yet seen one of these creatures to boot. Even so, he leaves the plush on his bed before going out to do his thing.

A breakfast of food paste stuff and then morning meditation. Except... that's when the confetti starts. Obi-Wan finding himself covered in glitter and confetti and disturbed by any confusion and chatter regarding the stuff in the ship. Where is it even coming from?! Dusting it off, only to get covered with more, the annoyed Jedi leaves the ship only to find that it's happening outside as well.

He is not feeling the love.

Trying to escape the glitter, which is futile, he also attempts to find a place to meditate in peace. He can be found in varying locations, usually initially appearing as a sparkly mound as sitting and being still gets him covered in the glittery stuff raining down on everyone. Though every time someone talks to him or disturbs him in some way, he ends up moving somewhere else.

Ultimately he ends up on top of Cayde's tower. How did he get up there?! It's a mystery. Either way, he's sitting up there, trying to get away from it all and calm his mind.

It's proving very difficult as this ridiculous glitter keeps falling.

Come meditate with him or bother him. The choice is yours.

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It had been amusing for the first few minutes. Then it just got ridiculous. After the ice cream roulette he's not terribly eager to try out the candy gift, at least not without a friend to try them with. The plush (was it a bear? A rhino?) was in some strange way, cute, and it didn't explode in glitter, which was a plus.

After trying futilely to sweep out his bar he decided to take a break and head back to the clocktower. It had to be easier to sweep that place out, right? His arrival wouldn't be unnoticed in the Force despite being what he looks like, but Exos were a mystery, and the Light that brought them back from death probably makes things even more interesting. Shaking off his tattered cloak, he sets to work at attacking the steps with the broom, not even blinking when Sundance reports that they've got company. It's only once he makes his way to the topmost floor of the hole-ridden tower that he steps out of one of the larger gaps, craning his head to look up at the pinnacle.

"...I charge by the hour, just so you know."

He kids.

He certainly feels something in the Force, though Obi-Wan sighs quietly when that something decides to speak to him. Regardless, the glitter covered Jedi doesn’t open his eyes or moves, only speaks.

“That’s fine. I can pay you in glitter. I have plenty of it.”

There is a definite sarcasm to his tone, for clearly he is annoyed with the stuff. It will takes days to get it out of his hair and clothes whenever it finally stops. He doesn’t know why it’s happening or how but it’s ridiculous.

"Sorry, that crap's worthless. Couldn't even get a glimmer for a pinch." Cayde shakes out his hood, scowling before he glances up again. "This stuff is getting in between my faceplates."

He withdraws for a moment, just within the area of the wall. And then he hops out- not a massive leap, but a short one to get himself outside, where he leaps again, redirecting a jump in midair to boost himself up onto the crumbling precipice beside the sparkling Jedi. The Exo proceeds to look out and around at the skies above as though oblivious to the possibility that he might be disturbing someone's meditation time.

"...think I prefer actual rain. This is gonna be a hell of a clean-up. Not volunteering for that."

When Ezra finds himself by the fountain, as all newcomers do, he has already had a very long, very demanding day - an entire week or so filled with challenges, loss, and Force related strangeness, really.

His first thought is that this is another vision, perhaps, although it doesn't really feel like any of his vision, except that the one that felt so very present and real the first time he went to the temple on Lothal. His second thought is that must have failed in keeping the rest of the crew of Thrawn's flagship off of the bridge, or keeping the bridge pressurized with the Force, and this is what death is like.

Not how imagined becoming one with the Cosmic Force, honestly. Especially the part where his shoulder that took a blast from Thrawn's pistol still really hurts.

Ok. Think logically. There's no one else immediately around. He should try to get somewhere high up, so he can get a look around.

He picks a tower (not that he recognizes a clock tower when he sees one) and starts to try to find a way up, even with pain being pretty distracting.

The whole point of meditation is opening oneself up to the Force. To be one with it and find peace in that. The focus and calming of the mind required for that left the senses highly acute to one’s surroundings. Which was helping Obi-Wan to forget that he was covered in glittery confetti.

He had found a bit of peace on the top of this tower, and was finally releasing his feelings into the Force when he noticed something. A luminous being was headed his way. While he didn’t recognize the signature, it was clear and bright , which was only typical of those of his kind.

As the being began climbing, he could also sense the pain and the confusion. Obi-Wan’s brow creasing a bit as he was troubled and sympathetic to whoever this was. Yet he reminded where he was. Watching, in a way, and waiting for this person to come to him.

It's slow-going, but Ezra was used to scrabbling to the tops of buildings for years before he ever learned to intentionally use the Force. Eventually he reaches a level where he stumbles across someone.

He himself is in a heavy duty canvas bright orange and yellow jacket with this scorched on a shoulder with a blaster burn. All together, his outfit is pretty ordinary spacer wear, including a holster on the belt for a blaster, but it's empty. There's also a clip on his belt that could be for a lightsaber, but nothing is actually clipped in place.

He squints at the robed figure sitting in what looks (and feels through the Force) like mediation.

He knows that face. He'd watched the recording of a message not to return to the temple on Coruscant on Kanan's holocron more than a few times, when the holocron was still in one piece. This person looks more like that recording than the older master Ezra had briefly met on Tatooine.

Which just made 'vision' or 'dead' seem like even more likely possibilities really.

"...Master Kenobi?" he asks, feeling torn between wonder and suspicion.

Once the person got near, Obi-Wan expected he would say something, but not that. The Jedi looking a bit startled as he opened his eyes and quickly looked at this young man. Looking him up and down and not recognizing him in the least. Then again, if he was a Jedi, the boy might know him simply for his status in the Order. Many did after all. Still it’s impressive that he would be recognized, covered in glitter as he was.

Wiping some of that sparkly stuff off his face, Obi-Wan scrutinized this stranger a bit longer before deciding to speak.

“Have we met?”

While he had no recollection of it, that’s not to say he hasn’t forgotten. The man definitely looks a great deal like his image on the holocron that Ezra saw. Almost exactly like it kind the glitter of course. He was dressed in Jedi robes, and he see just a bit of the lightsaber thats at his hip.

"Yes. On-" Ezra shuts his mouth abruptly, wariness flitting over his face. On Tatooine, he'd almost said, but he won't give up that information for anything or to anyone, willingly. He'd never even confirmed that he'd seen Master Kenobi. Not Kanan, or to Rex.

"You looked a lot older," he continues, quietly puzzled. "And knew my name before I even told you."

He'd always wondered about that, actually. Had Chopper shown him something? Had Master Kenobi been more aware of rebel activity than one might think, for having been in the middle of nowhere? Had to simply plucked it out of the Force.

Obi-Wan’s brows rose slightly as he started to say something then stopped himself. Though the explanation drew a slow nod of understand.

“I see. You’re from the future then. I suppose it’s good to know that I make it old age.”

He then mentions for the boy to sit, an invitation to join him.

“My guess is that you were about to say Tatooine? Though I’m afraid I don’t already know your name.”

Any of those possibilities as to why he might later are plausible. Particularly the last as he will have a great deal to time to focus on and hone his mental abilities in the Force. He’s clearly not at that point now though.

"Yeah. On Tatooine," he confirms. He's pretty certain that's not where they are now, so how did Master Kenobi guess that?

He comes over and sinks to sitting cross-legged, with a wince. "I know stepping through time is possible-" Although he hadn't, all but a few days ago. "So. I'm guess I'm not dead? But. I'm really confused."

The Jedi chuckles at that and shakes his head. “If you’re dead then I would be as well.” He then peers at that blaster burn on the boy’s shoulder.

“All answers come in time, and in strange glowing spheres. I imagine you saw one when you woke up?”

It should have given Ezra the basics, but admittedly it didn’t much their situation much less confusing. “Those that brought us here have the capability of reaching through time apparently. There are also many people here from different worlds, even outside our galaxy.”

He blinks once slowly. "Master Kenobi, before I got here I was trying to hold a chunk of an Imperial Star Destroyer together, while it jumped into hyperspace, and its entire crew wanted to kill me. Or maybe capture," he allows. "But definitely take me down. Dying would have made much more sense."

Belatedly, he realizes he never addressed the lack of name issue. He is, he realizes, maybe a little shocky, and that's probably not helping his confusion in the slightest. "I'm Ezra. Ezra Bridger. I'm...a Jedi." Of sorts.

His expression crumples. "My master did everything he could to teach me in the time we had together, at any rate."

The current 'weather' is certainly a test for focus. It's definitely kept Cal from working on anything in the shop. After hastily throwing makeshift tarps over his salvage bins, he'd decided that there was no sense in staying inside if the glitter was just going to get everywhere.

At least his poncho still comes in handy. It's worn out but still serviceable, and more importantly in this moment? It has a hood.

BD-1 seems to be enjoying himself thoroughly in spite of everything. He'd thought the exploding flowers were fun. Now it looks like he's bent on collecting plushies. Cal's carrying a couple of the droid's findings in hand, some birdlike thing and a chunky pink lobster. He watches as BD-1 skitters about here and there, jumping in random piles of glitter before pausing to lift his head as he senses someone familiar. Leaving the droid to follow when he does, Cal starts heading towards Obi-Wan's position.

One might have expected Obi-Wan to be surprised by such a revelation. But instead the Jedi Master looks at the young man knowingly.

“Well, that would explain that,” he said while motioning to the blaster burn on Ezra’s shoulder. Glad to finally know his name and again not surprised when he reveals himself as a Jedi. Though Obi-Wan’s expression softens in compassion at the last part.

“I see. Yes, for some of us our masters are gone far too soon. Before we are even ready to continue on without without them, no matter what we might think.” He knew that all too well.

“Let me see that wound,” he then says, motioning for Ezra to turn towards him.

He doesn't remember the older version of Master Kenobi using healing on him, but given how quickly he sprang back from exposure in the depths of the desert on Tatooine, he suspects it must have happened.

So he's fairly trusting, as he peels out his jacket and tunic. "My master lost his master when he was a lot younger than I am," he replies, sounding a little more steady, but subdued. "Master Billaba."

Once Ezra strips off his tunic, Obi-Wan quietly inspects the blaster wound. Though he glances up in recognition of that name. “Billaba? Depa Billaba?” His face then turned solemn as the weight of the statement falls on him. So she had perished. “I knew her. She was on the council before I was.”

Reaching out his hand, Obi-Wan places it gently on the boy’s shoulder, closing his eyes as he focused on the Force. He was by no means a master healer. Though it was something he intended to practice at. Thus there would be a warm, tingling sensation as he channeled his energy into Ezra. Encouraging his body to heal more rapidly.

He's silent and as still as he can hold while he feels energy flowing into him, although he untenses as the pain eases off.

"Thank you," he whispers, then clears his throat. "I'd heard something about you being on the council. I think. Maybe Ahsoka mentioned it? I don't think I knew Master Billaba was, though. Kanan didn't talk about that sort of history much."

While the pain didn’t subside completely, it lessened quite a bit. Ezra would still be a bit stiff and sore but after a couple days he should be fine. The mark definitely looks less angry when Obi-Wan finally pulls his hand away. His eyes going back to Ezra as he sits back again.

“You knew Ahsoka as well?” He might have been more surprised, but the Mandalorian had also mentioned her. It seemed she got around.

“I take it your master was a survivor of the purge. If that’s the case then it’s understandable he wouldn’t speak of it.”

Bothering is more of a possibility than actual meditation, but does it count at bothering? Because what's really bothersome is how the day started with a helmet full of glitter and confetti that somehow found its way into every crevice in his armor and his blacks.

So of course trying to walk it off is the next thing the ARC Trooper thinks of, resigned to the fact that this is just how it is. There is no blaster but a plush of a pink-ified glownie tucked under an arm (why he's carrying it around, he doesn't know), its smiling face the very opposite expression of the one he's making behind the dark visor.

Crossing paths with Obi-Wan by the fountain in the Town Center is unintentional, but it's hard to ignore the sparkles congregating on him like freshly falling snow. And although he still sounds (and feels) tired, Echo manages to sound a little amiable in the Jedi's presence.

"How's it going, Ben?"

"Ahsoka's saved my life, uh, several times," he admits, lips twitching into a sheepish smile. But hey, he can mark one off the tally of paying her back.

He stretches his shoulder carefully.

"And Kanan - I always knew him as Kanan Jarrus. Before the purge his name was Caleb Dume."

Kanan had said there were ten thousand Knights, back then. So hundreds if not thousands of students, right? Ezra doubts even a councillor could know them all. But maybe a friend's student?

A smile came to Obi-Wan's own face at that admission. "I would expect nothing less of my student's student," he said fondly.

He then looked thoughtful as Ezra brings up Kanan. A hand reaching out to stroke his beard for a moment as he considered the names. "Caleb Dume does sound familiar. I think he might have attended one of my lectures, actually."

It was a minor thing, and he had to think back on it. Though his eyes did light up after a moment. "Yes, I remember. He asked me questions about the temple's recall signal. Quite a bright young student if I recall."

That Master Kenobi reciprocates the confidence and affection Ahsoka always showed when she talked about her master's master is nice to see, but -

Ezra wonders if Master Kenobi knows what happened to Master Skywalker. That he's Vader now.

Not the conversation to bring that up, he decides. He's not going to go out of his way to hide it, or lie, but it can wait. Right now they're establishing common points. Ways to connect.

"I believe it," he says proudly, and then adds more thoughtfully, "He had a recording of a signal you sent out warning people away from the temple. It's how I recognized you."

No, he doesn't know what happened to Anakin. As far as Obi-Wan is concerned, his former apprentice must be dead. Having died of his wounds on Mustafar. Ezra is wise to not bring it up yet. It would be a crushing blow.

"He had that did he?" the Jedi Master says a bit solemnly. "I'm glad that there were those that received it." He had wondered if anyone would. If there was even any other Jedi left. Turns out that there was, and they did. That fills him with a bit of hope. Knowing that a few had survived and had even gone on to train their own apprentices. There was indeed hope for the future of the Jedi.

"It sounds to me that your master taught you well."

"He did," Ezra replies, with certainty. "Even if he had his doubts early on about being ready to teach me. And I don't really feel ready to be without him."

He takes a deep breath. He's still very tired, and hurting, but his head is swimming a little well. Here and now. Ok.

Next he picks up his jacket, looking it over to try to decide how salvageable it is. The bit of glitter stuck all over it isn't helping.

"So here's my first real question," he says, making a face as he tries to brush the jacket to slightly more presentable. "....what's with the metallic rain?"

"I understand, on both counts." Obi-Wan has been on both positions. He hadn't been ready to be without Qui-Gon. Nor had he been ready to teach Anakin. Both having happened at the same time. It was one of the most difficult points in his life. Thus he can sympathize.

The question though draws an exasperated expression though as the Jedi looks at the sky and the shiny confetti that was still falling down on them. "I don't actually know, to be honest." He knows nothing about Valentine's Day, and this is certainly the strangest thing that's ever happened since he's arrived.

"I can only assume it's just another strange occurrence in this place. Which seems to happen from time to time. Fortunately, you managed to miss the giant spiders that appeared not too long ago."

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