Meditation | OPEN
who ; Obi-Wan Kenobi and Open
what ; Obi-Wan tries to get a little practice in
where ; Some random sector, in an urban area.
when ; Before the Dead Space Event like woah
warning(s) ; none
Breathe, inhale, count again.
It had taken Obi-Wan hours to find a place flat and open enough to do this in. He'd originally wanted an open rooftop or clearing, but in the end the most convenient opportunity was a clean-swept courtyard near what he'd privately begun to think of as the "North" end of this sector.
Step, turn back, begin again. Second form, faster now; breathe, inhale, and lift-
Comforting basics, he'd run this form a thousand times or more. He'd mastered it. There were no fancy moves, nor clever flourishes in this calm ballet. The Lightsaber hilt was warm and comforting in his hand; familiar design, familiar grip, the hum a constant stream of nostalgia near his ear as Obi-Wan whirled it again into the third stance, then the fourth.
Start again, faster, faster, the blade became an arc of light, blinding quick in time with hurried, open-mouthed breaths, less meditation now than a workout. One arm extended in a lunge- that was a touch of aggression, unneeded, and he tamped it down. Calmer, slower, hold and block, like to shadowboxing as the Jedi ran through the exercise, imagining with eyes closed a barrage of enemies and blaster-fire against a lone man and a beam of trapped power. The mock-fight cusped and faded, and in the wake left peace. This was the will of the Force glowing bright within him, re-centered and ready to face whatever the universe threw into his path. If he wasn't meant to be here, then he wouldn't have been. Whatever else may be happening, he must be able to do some good in this place, have some purpose. That was his duty, as a Jedi Master, as a tool and expression of the Force within all things.
And he opened his eyes, briefly stern, then smiled at the audience he seemed to have acquired. Obi-Wan met their scrutiny with a warm chuckle and a smile as the hissing crackle of a deactivating Lightsaber punctuated his meditation exercise, "Hello, there. Looking for a lesson?"
what ; Obi-Wan tries to get a little practice in
where ; Some random sector, in an urban area.
when ; Before the Dead Space Event like woah
warning(s) ; none
Breathe, inhale, count again.
It had taken Obi-Wan hours to find a place flat and open enough to do this in. He'd originally wanted an open rooftop or clearing, but in the end the most convenient opportunity was a clean-swept courtyard near what he'd privately begun to think of as the "North" end of this sector.
Step, turn back, begin again. Second form, faster now; breathe, inhale, and lift-
Comforting basics, he'd run this form a thousand times or more. He'd mastered it. There were no fancy moves, nor clever flourishes in this calm ballet. The Lightsaber hilt was warm and comforting in his hand; familiar design, familiar grip, the hum a constant stream of nostalgia near his ear as Obi-Wan whirled it again into the third stance, then the fourth.
Start again, faster, faster, the blade became an arc of light, blinding quick in time with hurried, open-mouthed breaths, less meditation now than a workout. One arm extended in a lunge- that was a touch of aggression, unneeded, and he tamped it down. Calmer, slower, hold and block, like to shadowboxing as the Jedi ran through the exercise, imagining with eyes closed a barrage of enemies and blaster-fire against a lone man and a beam of trapped power. The mock-fight cusped and faded, and in the wake left peace. This was the will of the Force glowing bright within him, re-centered and ready to face whatever the universe threw into his path. If he wasn't meant to be here, then he wouldn't have been. Whatever else may be happening, he must be able to do some good in this place, have some purpose. That was his duty, as a Jedi Master, as a tool and expression of the Force within all things.
And he opened his eyes, briefly stern, then smiled at the audience he seemed to have acquired. Obi-Wan met their scrutiny with a warm chuckle and a smile as the hissing crackle of a deactivating Lightsaber punctuated his meditation exercise, "Hello, there. Looking for a lesson?"