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faderift2018-10-23 12:47 am
hello_there) wrote in faderift2018-10-23 12:47 am
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WHO: Character(s)
WHAT: Obi-Wan Kenobi catch-all open post
WHEN: Backdated to cover the vaguely handwaved span of October/late september
WHERE: Kirkwall (Hightown), The Gallows courtyard, ect
NOTES:
WHAT: Obi-Wan Kenobi catch-all open post
WHEN: Backdated to cover the vaguely handwaved span of October/late september
WHERE: Kirkwall (Hightown), The Gallows courtyard, ect
NOTES:
I. Obi-Wan at the Hawke Estate
Obi-Wan Kenobi lived in a lovely house in Hightown. He was the only Rifter who lived there, indeed the only one on the entire street. This was, of course, because the house did not belong to him. It belonged to the Hawkes.
Specifically, most recently, to Bethany Hawke.
He valued his friendships for other reasons, but there were times when it was truly, geniunely good to have connections. Hemight work for the Inquisition, but living outside of the Gallows provided quiet, and privacy, and the luxury of at least pretending that they didn't all live in a prison built to house slaves and worse. Specificially it allowed him to putter aorund the kitchen and pretend that his arrival 'home' was no more remarkable than any other such arrival. That nothing was wrong. That he need not think of the future, or the past, or any moment beyond the present.
That he had returned as whole as he had left. Surely, there was that at least. There would be no miraculous bacta, or cloned flesh, or sybernetic replacement. This would be his life, from now on and he would just... have to cope. Alone.
There was no sense in worrying anyone, really.
II.Catching up with Cody
The first thing you'll see of them is a ball. It's small and rubber and it's brown in a way that suggests it used to be red, before time and dog had gotten their way. Mabari need a lot of exercise, and young mabari moreso than usual. So the first thing, is the ball, and shortly thereafter, bouncing at least as chaotically, is the dog. It's a sand-colored puppy, big-pawed and lanky in the way of growing dogs everywhere and running with a gait like an ambulatory pancake.
Floppa-floppa-floppa— pounce!
And thereabouts, just as the dog turns to return its prey to the hand that threw it, is when you might catch sight of Obi-Wan, walking at a much more sedate pace, and using the ball's added doubling back to make up for the lack.
III. Getting Back On The Horse, So To Speak
Obi-Wan no longer made his main residence in the Gallows, but it was still a useful place to visit. For one, most of the Rifters were still there, and for another, it was one of the few places in Kirkwall that a man could sit cross-legged with many small and often shiny pieces spread out in the sun and be reasonably sure that all of them would be where he left them a moment ago. Obi-Wan is, slowly, and with great care, taking something small and delicate off his lightsaber. It's not a terribly graceful process, for the most part, hampered as he is by the lack of a hand, but between that handicap and the use of the Force, it's a chore that requires a great deal of concentration. He's grateful for that, for the ability to simply forget about pretension, to make mistakes, even stupid ones and strive only for the hoped-for outcome.
Of course, the actual reassembly does not require the use of hands at all. But it's the time that counts, the ability to lose oneself in the work, in the meditation of it. And to forget, until someone else's shadow falls over him, that he's not entirely alone.
IV. Wildcard
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"No need for apology," she assures him. "I have come to offer you a gift. Interruption will not change that."
The door is shut behind her and she pushes back the hood of her cloak. She looks infinitely more calm now and the light that emminates from her is steady and even. Fueled, no doubt, but the ring he cannot see.
"I have come to offer your hand," she says, in plain terms. She has danced coyly around facts and tales in these last days. Obi-wan had no appreciated it and, frankly, that was not surprising. "If you would have it."
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It's quite the image, really. The first to save the kingdom from the dragon will have this man's hand in marriage. Of course there's also the wild, unpleasant possibility that she means it literally. But that's just silly: how could she have carried his dismembered hand all this way without anyone noticing? And why wait so long to return it to him? And why return it to him at all?
"...Ah... What?"
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"You lost it," she remind him, as if he might have forgotten. "I am fully capable of restoring it, if you should like me to."
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"I was lead to believe that such a," He hesitates at the word, but reasons that that hesitation will be interpreted for the silent apology that it is, "Miracle, was impossible..."
He knows, better than most, that Rifters often have abilities beyond the means of native mages. That often what was impossible to one was commonplace to another... but, for Galadriel, he does know something of the specifics.
Oh, surely not.
"... By ordinary means."
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"But I can manage it, if you desire it," she adds and shifts, drawing her cloak back and setting it behind her shoulders. Her gown is shining white, as bright as it had been ere she came to Thedas that first time. It is the sort of vitality the ring gave off in Alvar, but magnified many times over, concentrated in Galadriel in a way it was not among the sisters.
"I would not offer this to anyone...but your limb was lost...it is my fault, if only indirectly, and I would see it set right regardless of the price. I am not fond of being in the debt of others."