He was still getting used to this thing that was the Force but ... wasn't. He could feel it, just the same, but he couldn't use it nearly as well. Which was why he'd gone out into the jungle to train, and come to find himself at the border where it abutted another piece of Corroded land ... and the dark magic still lingered. A few creeping vines had encroached on a tree from a nearby stone wall, and ... well ...
There may or may not be a Jedi hanging upside down by his ankles, a copious amount of vines around his legs, with his saber on the ground and out of reach. He's got one hand outstretched, his eyes closed, and is not really paying much attention to anyone or anything which might be approaching - or so it would seem.
IV. Pin It On Them
Obi's been conversing with the smugglers for a little while about some engine parts, hoping to help restore one of the jungle's steamships to something that will feel a bit less like it'll shake apart the moment he goes farther than the bazaar. He knows he's being swindled, but there's an easy enough fix for that.
"You know, I think I might take that converter after all," he says, as though he's convinced, and waves his hand a little, dismissively. "You shouldn't need to ask more than ten munny for it."
The smuggler glares. "I told you thirty. Clean the pond scum out yer ears."
Interesting. His brow creases ever so slightly and he strokes his moustache, then tries again. "Yes, but you shouldn't need more than ten."
"I don't care what you think I need, either pay the thirty, or scram."
He doesn't really want to betray the fact that he's only got twenty, but he's not sure his little boat will make it back without the part, and for the first time in years, the Force is not actually with him. At least, not in the way he was hoping it to be. So he tries a different tack, and taps you gently on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but may I borrow you for an outside opinion?"
V. Battle Mesa Gate
The Spark may not quite be the Force, but he's getting enough of a handle on it, and his lightsaber still works. Obi-Wan is working on pushing some troops back from the shoreline, swinging the weapon in wide, humming swaths, the heat of the blade making streaks of glass out of the sand where it touches the riverbank. Any enterprising Apprentices might be able to use them as impromptu weapons or obstacles if they need to. He's on the lookout for any royalty who might be able to purify the Corroded, since he really doesn't want to have to strike any down unless he has to.... but in looking for them, he leaves himself open, and a few other creatures close him in a circle.
He turns, noting the new arrivals to the battle, and gives them a grim smile. "Well, I've had worse odds..."
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Obi-Wan Kenobi || The Wars & The Stars
Date: 2019-12-29 09:01 pm (UTC)He was still getting used to this thing that was the Force but ... wasn't. He could feel it, just the same, but he couldn't use it nearly as well. Which was why he'd gone out into the jungle to train, and come to find himself at the border where it abutted another piece of Corroded land ... and the dark magic still lingered. A few creeping vines had encroached on a tree from a nearby stone wall, and ... well ...
There may or may not be a Jedi hanging upside down by his ankles, a copious amount of vines around his legs, with his saber on the ground and out of reach. He's got one hand outstretched, his eyes closed, and is not really paying much attention to anyone or anything which might be approaching - or so it would seem.
IV. Pin It On Them
Obi's been conversing with the smugglers for a little while about some engine parts, hoping to help restore one of the jungle's steamships to something that will feel a bit less like it'll shake apart the moment he goes farther than the bazaar. He knows he's being swindled, but there's an easy enough fix for that.
"You know, I think I might take that converter after all," he says, as though he's convinced, and waves his hand a little, dismissively. "You shouldn't need to ask more than ten munny for it."
The smuggler glares. "I told you thirty. Clean the pond scum out yer ears."
Interesting. His brow creases ever so slightly and he strokes his moustache, then tries again. "Yes, but you shouldn't need more than ten."
"I don't care what you think I need, either pay the thirty, or scram."
He doesn't really want to betray the fact that he's only got twenty, but he's not sure his little boat will make it back without the part, and for the first time in years, the Force is not actually with him. At least, not in the way he was hoping it to be. So he tries a different tack, and taps you gently on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but may I borrow you for an outside opinion?"
V. Battle Mesa Gate
The Spark may not quite be the Force, but he's getting enough of a handle on it, and his lightsaber still works. Obi-Wan is working on pushing some troops back from the shoreline, swinging the weapon in wide, humming swaths, the heat of the blade making streaks of glass out of the sand where it touches the riverbank. Any enterprising Apprentices might be able to use them as impromptu weapons or obstacles if they need to. He's on the lookout for any royalty who might be able to purify the Corroded, since he really doesn't want to have to strike any down unless he has to.... but in looking for them, he leaves himself open, and a few other creatures close him in a circle.
He turns, noting the new arrivals to the battle, and gives them a grim smile. "Well, I've had worse odds..."