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]

Obi-Wan was a little surprised when the scarred man knocked his knuckles against the furniture, not quite understanding the meaning behind it, but he chose not to comment. It must have been some sort of good luck gesture.

"I suppose one can only hope," Obi-Wan said. The Jedi could think of a variety of people he wouldn't want to run into here, so he at least understood where the other man was coming from.

As he listened to him explain the problem behind relying on their captors' knowledge to free them, Obi-Wan quietly nodded. What he said was true. While it was possible they could Force-persuade one of the higher-ranking staff to let them free (provided they actually got a better grasp on the Force and found someone who had some sort of real authority), it was likely the Head Doctor would destroy any means of escape before they even got to him. They would be stuck on Earth for a long, long time

[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.

[numberii]

What could they talk about? Um... hm... well, he hadn't really thought this part through. There had to be something, something to keep going just long enough for him to end the conversation on his terms...

...then he got it. And he grinned. "You were talking about darker dudes and people that weren't even in the Jedi Whatchamacallit, but didn't say more than that. You have me curious; I wanna know more."

Smooth. Smooooooooth, Xigbar. Nobody would ever suspect a thing.

[braidless]

"Oh." Obi-Wan frowned a little, settling back in the chair and folding his arms over his chest. Well, he supposed it was a valid question, especially since he'd basically implied the man's enemy could have ties to such groups

[numberii]

Huh... Xigbar was certainly at the edge of his seat armrest during the explanation, tapping his chin as he heard Obi-Wan describing what had gone on. And, more importantly, that the kid had bought his off-the-cuff answer.

It was that last bit, about the 'abilities and philosophies', that had Xigbar curious. Before he'd been a Nobody, Xemnas had been a researcher... but a researcher without his memories. Had his Superior been a member of one of those groups, or some equivalent? It would explain the severe attitude, at least.

"I'm listening; what kind of abilities and philosophies? I'm guessing they didn't gather around campfires and sing songs."

Xigbar was a little curious about the Sith, but that could wait for another time. For now he was just intrigued enough to keep listening.

[braidless]

Obi-Wan softly snorted at the older man's comment. "You could say that," he said. "They embraced a lot of the ideals Jedi reject. Used their emotions to manipulate the Force, often as a weapon to further their selfish agendas. To them, their own ends were far more important than the rest of the galaxy. Some even used their abilities to practice dark...sciences, I suppose you could say, sometimes at the expense of entire races."

[numberii]

Now, Xigbar was all for dark sciences and selfish agendas, but there was one little clause in there that negated any possibility whatsoever that Xemnas, and indeed the entire Organization, could have been a part of that bunch.

"Man, while I'm normally not someone to say this, we could really use one of those dudes right about now. Someone who could add a little bit of firepower to our side would be just peachy with me, and heck, it'd be refreshing to have someone who's used to being on the other end of the scalpel."

"But it doesn't sound like the dude I'm thinking of. Matter of fact, there's one extremely important reason that my guy couldn't be a part of all that, even if he'd love to massage the 'Force' into his own personal tool."

[braidless]

Obi-Wan turned to the scarred man, his mouth tightening into a thin frown. "Trust me," he said. "You don't want any of those people here. They have no interests except for their own, and most would not hesitate to stab you in the back if it suited them. Some orders are sparsely populated because their members ultimately turn against and betray one another." The Jedi wasn't quite sure what he'd do if a Dark Jedi (or worse, a Sith) showed up, and he wasn't particularly eager to find out.

What the older prisoner said next was a little intriguing, though. Obi-Wan couldn't help but be a little curious, especially since it was possible this "dude" could arrive at Landel's someday. "And what reason is that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

[numberii]

"Hah! Dude, I'm a part of the Organization; back-stabbing is the order of the day." He laughed at that, rolling his eye and patting the Jedi on the head again. Wasn't it cute, when humans thought that betraying each other was reserved for the 'Dark Guys'? Heck, Xigbar had to put up with the backbiting all day long, and that was before he was told about the 'real' traitors.

But at that last question? Oh oh oh, finally, a good opening for him to close the conversation on his terms! With one last grin, he chimed out, "Wouldn't you like to know~?"

Then he hopped to his feet, waved, offered his usual "Be a good boy, now~!" and trotted off to find a warm little spot by himself. This had been a wonderful day.

[braidless]

Obi-Wan turned to watch him go, his eyebrows sharply furrowing. "Hey, where are you going?" he said, but it was too late - the scarred man had made his way towards the other side of the room, and the Jedi didn't feel like chasing after him