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WHO: Miles Edgeworth and Obi-Wan Kenobi
WHEN: Monday, 9/28, around 5 PM
WHERE: A bookstore
SUMMARY: "You could have asked."
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever afterwards
When the chaos and indignation of the first twenty-four hours had faded, Obi-Wan had felt a kind of aimless drive to burn off energy--he'd spent six hours between Saturday evening and Sunday morning drilling old Soresu exercises into the ground before he felt tired enough to be a little better. Once the conversation with Desire was well behind him, he felt hollow, alone but resigned, his old loss no longer sharp-edged. And by Sunday night, when he found out that one of his bids had been from someone he knew mostly as a level-headed and reserved servant of the law...
Luke was busy and settling in. Mara had no interest. Vader had already proven more than willing to attempt to harm him.
It was the closest thing he could imagine to speaking with another Jedi, and he was not immune to feeling lonely.
He found a small table inside the bookstore, near the front window, and settled there with a thin volume he'd picked at random (something called "The Cavalier Poets") to wait.
WHEN: Monday, 9/28, around 5 PM
WHERE: A bookstore
SUMMARY: "You could have asked."
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever afterwards
When the chaos and indignation of the first twenty-four hours had faded, Obi-Wan had felt a kind of aimless drive to burn off energy--he'd spent six hours between Saturday evening and Sunday morning drilling old Soresu exercises into the ground before he felt tired enough to be a little better. Once the conversation with Desire was well behind him, he felt hollow, alone but resigned, his old loss no longer sharp-edged. And by Sunday night, when he found out that one of his bids had been from someone he knew mostly as a level-headed and reserved servant of the law...
Luke was busy and settling in. Mara had no interest. Vader had already proven more than willing to attempt to harm him.
It was the closest thing he could imagine to speaking with another Jedi, and he was not immune to feeling lonely.
He found a small table inside the bookstore, near the front window, and settled there with a thin volume he'd picked at random (something called "The Cavalier Poets") to wait.