Obi-Wan Kenobi (desertexile) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-22 10:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | elisabeth braddock, obi-wan kenobi |
Silence; Far From Golden
Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Elisabeth Braddock
What: A Meeting
Where: Here
When: Early afternoon
Rating: TBD
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Obi-Wan was concerned. He had gotten up that morning with the intent of finding this Hyperion Hotel place and speaking with Luke for the first time in person. Honestly, he was quite anxious and slightly nervous about this meeting. Something about worrying that he wouldn't live up to his own reputation, perhaps? He'd gotten the impression from many people in this city (those whom he had some connection with and those with whom he did not) that he had some pretty "big shoes" to fill in the future. And he hoped that he wouldn't be a disappointment to Luke. For he seemed to be the one most affected by Obi-Wan's future self.
And that's when he noticed how eerily quiet it was. There were no sounds coming from the Riverside Shelter kitchen. No speaking. No words. Not even the clattering of pots and pans. And when he ventured out into the eating area, all he saw were people sitting around sobbing. A few were indulging themselves in an early meal, but most were crying. But it was a silent sobbing. Most unlike anything Obi-Wan had ever seen (and not-heard.)
The Force seemed to amplify their inner pain, and it took Obi-Wan a few minutes to adjust himself to this silent outcry. He didn't know what they were thinking or why they were quiet, but he could feel their fear. It wasn't as bad as the effect that death had upon those sensitive to the Force, but it had to be a close second.
And he was unable to speak as well.
When he received the message from the woman who had spoken to him over the communications board a few days ago, he was, admittedly, rather suspicious. Hadn't she mentioned something about finding a way for him to lose his voice? Of course, he could think of no reason why a stranger would want to cause him to lose his ability to speak, let alone an entire city, but it was a coincidence he couldn't ignore. So he accepted her slightly ominous invitation and sought out the pagoda building in the picture. It took him some time, and a lot of furious unspoken questioning to people on the street, but eventually he found it.
And he approached it was caution and a great amount of reservation. Pretty much against his own judgment.