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![]() Obi-Wan Kenobi (38) Looking for something with no strings attached? Tired of the awkward fumbling of a person who doesn't know what they're doing? Seeking out an attentive lover who gives you all the time and energy you deserve for a lovely evening? Then look no further than Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master. General of the Republic. Known galaxy-wide as the Negotiator, he will see to your satisfaction |


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How shall I find you?
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Very well. I'll trust you.
I'll be the gentleman with the flower in his hat.
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That evening, true to his word, Perell did arrive at the Achilliac. Howver, between his outfit and his hat, he was not dressed appropriately for a location historically frequented by sailors. With his wide glasses, reedy build, and oddly peppy demeanor for a man who looked like he was still rebuilding his strength after a personal crisis, it was hard to miss him.
The large koi who trailed a far enough clip behind to not get his immediate attention was also hard to miss, despite her attempts at hiding.
Stopping at the bar, Perell tipped up his hat in search of Obi-Wan-- and beamed when he caught sight of the man.]
There you are!
[He called, waving as he trotted over.]
This is my first time in this part of town. Sorry if I'm late.
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Not at all.
[ he holds his hands out. ]
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Thanks, [he said, lifting his hands to mirror Obi-Wan. A little guidance on this would be nice.]
This is a really neat place. You, uh, come here often?
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Sometimes. I have a certain fondness for places like these.
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[He heaved a sigh of noticeable relief.]
That's great-- because I've no idea what's good here or not. I, uh. I've only been in town for about a month, and there's a lot to learn.
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Well, there's no rush. I'm sure you'll find out for yourself what you like.
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[It was... easy, to feel relaxed around this utter stranger somehow. Perell wasn't one necessarily to do much socializing, but it was good to see new faces and make new friends, no matter what. Life had dealt him a strange hand, no matter what world he was in.
There was no reason to just sit down frozen in frustration over it.
He gripped Obi-Wan's hand in return, still feeling awkward but a little more confident.
Yeah. He could do this.]
So. Um. What kinda things do you do when you're not posting interesting photos on the network and meeting with strangers in bars down by the shore?
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Oh, not much. I do some meditation and saber exercises. Some patrols around Trench in case anyone needs help. Check up on people.
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Meditation and saber exercises? That sounds a lot like what a friend of mine does. With less sabers... and probably more talking to animals, rocks, or plants.
[It was Vyng, of course. The Druid was his main reference for affairs involving meditation...]
Patrolling and checking up on people sounds like a fine, noble task. You said before that you're a General-- do you do all this because of the title or something else?
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[ not so much rocks, unless they're sentient in some way of course. ]
No, I do it because I am a Jedi. It's what I've been trained and taught to do. My calling, so to speak.
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[He nodded, truly intrigued, and resisted the urge to start rattling off questions. There was no need to repeat a certain... Soup incident, after all.]
Sorry, sorry. Let's back up-- what is a Jedi?
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That's a... a very noble and selfless calling. Very admirable.
[He chuckled.]
But there's probably not too many of you, are there? I know I couldn't life like that.
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[ and they definitely play archaeologist and explorer if need be. his expression turns briefly somber. ]
No. There are less and less of us every day.
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[Chilling. Unnerving. Like the days before all he knew was actual darkness, when dear friends and distant associates alike seemed to disappear into the ether between shadows. So many of the people he knew and the prolly he had worked with vanished...
He still didn't have the answers to how they did it or where they went... If they were alive at all.]
Uncomfortable. Is it by choice, or is something causing that to happen?
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[... No matter the world, it was always the same song and dance.]
It's really a shame how often people use others to do the dirty work that they don't wanna touch. The same kind of thing happened to a lot of people I knew.
We weren't soldiers or anything, but we were asked to make tools that warring kingdoms used to fight each other.
... Eventually they turned the weapons they were given on the people who made them, instead of doing the normal thing and working it out with each other.
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It does seem to be a malaise that follows every world. If everyone worked together, then perhaps . . .
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[Everything has a price. Somewhere in the cosmos, something shifts with every decision made. It wasn't his role to be privy to the full scale of these matters, but that was basic science.
Nothing was free.]
What about the lighter aspects of being a Jedi? You sound like you've got a lot of interesting stories to tell.
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Oh, plenty. I've been to many worlds and that tends to lend itself to incredible experiences.
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[He chuckled, a tad embarrassed.]
Somehow, I never strayed too far from the riverways I grew up in-- and I've lived for a long time. Meeting all of the different people here in Trench does make me wonder about what else could be out there...
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