Day 21 - Sun Room

[soul_defender]

Ichigo was only too eager to leave the cafeteria and its fresh memories behind when the softened chime of the intercome rang clear. What had begun as another ordinary meal, a rather agreeable one despite the lack of the proper utensils, quickly became somewhat unnerving. His conversation with...what was his name again?...took so many sharp turns,

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[braidless]

Well, lunch had certainly been productive. Obi-Wan considered himself fortunate, running into Hughes like that. It was encouraging to know that some people here were trying to make an organized effort in getting out of this place, and the Jedi knew it would be in everyone's best interests if people fully cooperated with each other

[braidless]

Obi-Wan blinked, his eyebrows furrowing. The Jedi wasn't entirely sure what to make of this bit of information, as incredible as it was. Instant teleportation across worlds sounded awfully convenient for everyone here. Even if the man was really capable of that kind of power, Obi-Wan highly doubted he was actually offering his services once they escaped. And if he was, there was probably some sort of price attached. He would need to be careful.

"I take it your powers operate on whatever principle you used to drop that stylus onto my head the other day," Obi-Wan commented before giving a small, dry smile. "Well, in that case, I suppose you and you 'buds' have nothing to worry about, then. How nice for you."

[numberii]

Okay, that got Xigbar's goat, just a little. He rolled his eye, and even though his tone was as light as ever, he obviously was a little upset by the Jedi's statement. "Dude, I know that you may not want to give me the time of day, but at least pretend you're listening to me? I said I was the only one who can do what I do. But every one of my guys can use the Corridors; two totally separate deals here."

...now he almost didn't even want to offer. Stupid Jedi.

"Hey, if you want to be stuck on this rock when everything goes down, have at it. Seeing as how we're the best way to get out, and the only way to get to the right time without asking the Doctor, it's a seller's market here. And here I was being all neighborly and telling you about it first."

[braidless]

"I didn't say I wouldn't give you the time of day," Obi-Wan told him, knowing he really shouldn't be trying to give the scarred man a dose of his own medicine by going out of his way to irritate him. "I've been taking time from my meditations to talk with you, haven't I?"

He watched the scarred man for a moment. "So, these 'Corridors' of yours link time and worlds together?" he said slowly, as if pondering out the implications in his own mind. He wondered if the people of Landel's used the same sort of means to pull everyone here.

"I don't want to be stuck here anymore than you do," Obi-Wan said, and he meant it. "I'm just not entirely sure what you're trying to offer, so you'll have to forgive my skepticism."

[numberii]

Yeah, yeah, that was true; the little monk-type-person was still chatting, which mollified the Nobody. A little. Maybe.

"Nope, just worlds together; for time, that's something that only a dude of mine can handle. He has time, I have space; it'd take both of us to get anyone anywhere. But neither of us can do nothing but twiddle our thumbs without our powers."

"That's where you come in." He pointed his finger at the Jedi, grinning once more. "In black and white, clear as crystal. You and your clone-dude, if you can get him to heel, are gonna keep looking out for where my powers are, or where my gun-arrows are. Instant you get 'em? You give them to me, no questions asked. Then when I've got the juice, it's a one-way ticket out of here for you."

"Deal?"

[braidless]

Obi-Wan watched the scarred man for a moment, his hands clasping neatly in his lap. The idea that anyone could have such control over time and space would have sounded ludicrous, but the fact he was even here to begin with muddled that normally logical view. The Jedi was willing to withhold judgment for now.

Then, the older prisoner laid his plans out in the open, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel relieved they'd finally reached the main point. It was certainly an interesting proposition, to say the least. But there were a few things that didn't quite add up.

Barely tilting his head to the side, the Jedi studied the scarred man. "Why do you need me to do it?" Obi-Wan asked. "Surely someone who has time and space on his side has a few tricks up his sleeve. You can't be all that helpless."

[numberii]

"Heck no, I'm not helpless. But remember what I said, dude?" Here he leaned forward to tap Obi-Wan on the forehead, like an old-fashioned teacher with a recalcitrant student. Darn if he wasn't adorable when he had that quizzical look on his face, though. "What I need is to get my powers back. Powers and guns both. And in case you didn't notice, I've only got one eye; I can't search the whole darn place myself."

A bit of a shrug as he leaned back, still grinning as his plan seemed to be falling into place. Just like fish and bait, really. "See, I don't really need you. Any random schmo off the street would do it. But you've got a good head on your shoulders, and I don't think you'll be trying to punch me in the face any time soon. That's all the reason I need."

Xigbar, helpless? As if!

[braidless]

The Jedi's eyebrow faintly twitched when the scarred man touched him on the forehead, but he bit back any comment he might have made about it. Yes, he'd noticed the one eye. While that wouldn't have been much of a problem for a Force-sensitive, Obi-Wan could see how it'd be a potential handicap for most other people.

"See, I don't really need you," the other prisoner had said. "Any random schmo off the street would do it. But you've got a good head on your shoulders, and I don't think you'll be trying to punch me in the face any time soon. That's all the reason I need

[numberii]

Xigbar had been trying to hold back the hilarity, he honestly had. Really. Monumental amounts of willpower had been expended!

...but every Nobody had a breaking point. This? This was Xigbar's. Obi-Wan had no idea how he looked with a twitching eyebrow, did he? So very adolescent in his ruffled dignity, and then turning around and saying that he'd have to chat with his pals? With that little smile on his face?

Xigbar laughed, abruptly tilting just enough to flop on top of the Jedi, unable to contain his mirth anymore. "S-sure," he barked out, "go ahead and ask whoever. But man oh man, if that's not the most adorable thing I've seen all day!"

Begin Operation: Cuddle Torture

[braidless]

Obi-Wan was visibly startled when the strange man laughed, of all things. The sudden weight from the older prisoner effectively pinned him against the cushions, and he immediately tried to push him off as tactfully as he could. Slightly unnerved, Obi-Wan glanced over at his former Master's chair, only to find Qui-Gon still meditating in peace.

"S-sure," the scarred fellow laughed, "go ahead and ask whoever. But man, oh man, if that's not the most adorable thing I've seen all day!"

Obi-Wan sharply looked down at him, taken aback. "E-excuse me?"

[numberii]

Priceless. That unnerved, startled expression was so hilarious that Xigbar thought his sides were going to split; the fact that Obi-Wan had looked towards someone else- and with the obvious hope of help- meant that it was time to play a little game of Mind Reader.

Namely, he patted the Jedi on the shoulder and promptly hopped up to his feet, letting his touch linger for a second longer before gesturing to the man. "That one of your pals? Go ahead, bother him; I'm sure he'll want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth, and this'll be one of the few times I'm not going to be floating around."

Oh, if only he could mean that literally.

He left the 'adorable' comment right where it was. Honestly, the Jedi really needed to get a clue. Or, well, no, he didn't. He was far too much fun this way.

[braidless]

Obi-Wan tried not to look too relieved when the man got off of him, though he did subtly straighten his wrinkled clothing. There was no reason for him not to maintain what little dignity he had left. (He was, at least, thankful he hadn't elaborated on the adorable comment.)

"Unlike some people," Obi-Wan said with an even tone, "I don't go around interrupting others when they're meditating."

[numberii]

Yep, precious as a new-born kitten. Xigbar couldn't help but draw a parallel between Obi-Wan's straightening out and poor Namine's vain attempt to keep her hair in some semblance of order. Honestly, that was a hopeless gesture, if Xiggy was in the right mood. Now, though?

...now, he was in his usual bright mood, and he easily shrugged as he leaned back and gazed at the Jedi. "Hey, you want to spend more quality time with yours truly? Won't hear me complain~!"

Why did anyone ever see any point in meditating? Xigbar knew himself well enough, and it wasn't like anything ever got done by looking in. Outside, and in others, that was what was important.

[braidless]

"Actually," Obi-Wan said as he shifted to get more comfortable, "seeing that we don't have anything left to discuss for the time being, I was hoping to get back to what I was doing earlier." He deliberately closed his eyes and took in a slow, deep breath.

Even so, he got the feeling this was going to be a very, very unproductive meditation session.

[numberii]

...nuh-uh, nobody ignored Xigbar when he was thinking about maybe possibly sometime in the future considering to fix to commence to get started speaking. Nothing was more important than the unending flow of eloquence that streamed from Xigbar's lips like a freakin' fountain of wisdom.

So, with no warning, he snatched Obi-Wan's little ponytail tee-hee it was so tiny and cute~! and yanked it in time with his words. "Yes. We. Do."

He'd think about what they had to talk about later. For now, it was important to not let the Jedi think he'd won. Even if Xigbar wasn't quite sure which contest they were even in.

[braidless]

Obi-Wan felt the tug on his ponytail, and he barely grit his teeth in frustration. Instead of lashing out with some callous remark, however, he faintly muttered a Jedi mantra before opening his eyes and slowly turning towards the man.

Now that he thought about it, Obi-Was wasn't sure why he'd thought he'd be able to meditate in peace. Maybe it was because logic dictated that this conversation was over. Logic that, apparently, this man did not understand. As it stood now, the scarred prisoner, whose name he didn't even know, was bordering dangerously close to Jar Jar Binks levels of annoying. And that was saying something.

"What else could you possibly want to talk about?" he asked after a moment, almost helplessly.