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[obi_wanmanshow]

WHO: Obi-Wan Kenobi and whomever shall encounter him
WHAT: Obi-Wan hangs about Skyhold
WHEN: Since his arrival at Skyhold through Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold Library and also Some random battlements action
NOTES: None yet

1 | A Quiet, Well-Lit Place
The Inquisition Library was a curious thing. He was use to holos and databases, searchable by voice or material input, by keyword and title and author and a thousand other small conveniencs that managed, one after the other, to strie him at the worst of times. It was strange, to realize how privileged even the meanest peasant on the farthest Rim planet was, by comparison to this-- to the idea of something you needed being just at your fingertips, but so easily misplaced.

He wasn't even sure if the book he was looking for existed, let alone in a language he could be gauranteed of understanding. Translation technology was more lacking than common index, and his communicator, which might have helped, was little more than salvage.

After a time, Obi-Wan simply sighed, rubbed at the bridge of his nose, and put his latest selection away-- as unsuitable as the last. Clearly Materials Enhancement: The Enchanting Art of Lyrium was going to be of no use to him. Perhaps to anyone!

What in the world was Lyrium, anyways?


2 | The Truth Between
There were a lot of jokes made about Jedi and meditation.

Most of them were grounded in truth. For example, that Jedi were so inneffectual that they responded to ever crisis by taking a nap. Not that Obi-Wan was sleeping, despite appearances. He's sat, cross-legged, and very still, just on the edge of the parapet overlooking the peaceful goings-on of the courtyard below on one hand, and wide, wild view of the mountains on the other. The tower wall at his back provides some shelter, both from the wind, and from other people, but by and large he is quite exposed-- and, seemingly, unconcerned about this fact.

Actually, maybe he is sleeping. He hasn't moved in a long time, his eyes are closed, why, anyone could just come right up and--

"May I help you?"

...or not.




3 | Synecdoche
The Lightsaber was spread out in pieces on the table by the window. It was a lovely antique, this window, beautifully made with thick, bubbly glass in beautifully cut shapes depicting... Something, surely. Obi-Wan would likely have needed a more than passing understanding of the local religions to have said exactly what. Regardless, it was the brightest place in the tower, at this hour, with the sun streaming in to illuminate the exposed guts of his once-functional lightsaber.

The casing was cracked, of course, and several connections severed, one or two slagged beyond simple repair-- they'd need re-insulating and solder at best, and to be replaced outright, at worst. He was hoping, praying in a way, for the former. A replacement of sufficient purity and delicate construction would be hard to find in a society that viewed a blacksmith's anvil as a suitable tool for weapon-construction. And the insulating rings around the power supply weren't in their best shape either. It was a miracle the crystal wasn't cracked!

But it wasn't.

There it stood, sparkling in a beam of sunlight, glowing faintly with its own inner purity, a beautiful blue Kyber Crystal, perfectly cut in one lovely hexagonal spar. It was no longer than his thumbnail, and there was no doing without it-- thank the Force that it had survived where so much else had failed. Obi-Wan sighed, and went back to his inventory of parts, so engrossed in his work that he was for once ignorant of any observer's eye.

Comments

(1) - earlier in drakonis

[theproperglove]

Josephine does not frequent the library but that does not mean she avoids it entirely. She enjoys the reassurance that comes with having facts double-checked, and while the Inquisition's library is quite scant compared to those she is accustomed to, there are still tomes dotted here and there that have information about noble lineages.

It is during her preparation for the soiree that she stumbled upon the unfamiliar man, and she finds herself taking pity upon him for he looks quite lost. "Are you all right?" she asks, walking over to him with her books in her arms and a smile on her face.

[obi_wanmanshow]

"Fine, fine," He assures her, waving one hand reassuringly, and only then turns to meet, "Excuse my manners, madame. It appears that Libraries and I may just not agree with one another."

At least the other one had had a proper index, but... Obi-Wan takes a deep, careful breath, letting it go. It's late enough in the day that he might as well find another task for the day, and leave this for the fresh eyes of tomorrow.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi of the Jedi Order, at your service."

[theproperglove]

It has been Josephine's job for a very long time to keep abreast of all the different political groups in Thedas that she is momentarily thrown for a loop. Then she remembers how much has changed since the Breach was closed, and realises in an instant what this man must be. She offers him a smile in return, and answers, "Josephine Montilyet, Ambassador for the Inquisition." She pauses slightly before adding, "What is the Jedi Order, precisely, if I may ask?"

[obi_wanmanshow]

"A monastic order, dedicated to keeping the peace, and upholding justice," It's more than merely abbreviated, as explanations go, but Obi-Wan has been asked that question so many times in the past weeks that he's beginning to consider leaving the Order out of his introductions, "My rank within the order is 'Master Jedi' indicating that I have had success acting as both a student, and teacher, formally speaking."

The title, at least, is familiar and comforting. You get a lot of intertwined diplomacy in the Republic-- no democracy can function without a good deal of careful social maneuvering. His smile is warm, and very sincere.

"It is my very great pleasure to meet you, Ambassador."

[theproperglove]

Josephine smile widens slightly, truly reaching her eyes this time. "And likewise." She pauses thoughtfully here for a moment before asking, "What title would best suit someone of your rank?"