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[last_master]

The Donighal seems to have neglected to warn his friends about the situation he himself is so assiduously avoiding. As such, there's a Jedi Master who has eaten one of the apples from the metaphorical Tree of Ignorance.

Well, there was a Jedi Master. Right now, there's a fresh-faced young Jedi who's had thirty-two Standard years of bad memories

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[countofserenno]

Now it is time for some high comedy.

Dooku appears, with his supposed apprentice/padawan in tow not too far behind. Dooku, for the record, could use a primer on who he is and what this thing that he can use to lift objects is. "Hello..." Pause, with that odd feeling of maybe-I-should-know-you-but-I-can't-recall...

[last_master]

Obi-Wan looks up. "Master Dooku? I thought you'd gone back to the Temple." He notices that his late Master's not-late Master has company. "I didn't know you'd taken on a new apprentice."

[countofserenno]

Blink. "Alright. So that kid was telling the truth about my name..." That is sorta muttered. "Now...I'm having something of a lapse of my memory, so remind me who you are again if you don't mind?" Pause. "And am I a Sith like he said I am?" The prospect clearly does not thrill him in the least.

[last_master]

"A Sith? Force, no! You're a respectable Jedi. You could be on the Council if you were willing to compromise yourself. The Sith have returned, mind you, and I wouldn't put it past them to have tampered with your mind.

"And I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi. My own Master, Qui-Gon Jinn (may he find repose in the Force), was your Padawan in his youth." He stops latching onto the familiar face and starts looking about him again. "I don't suppose you know what this place is? It doesn't appear to be anywhere in the Palace."