I Resist the Muses

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09. What makes you laugh?

Well, there was this one time when Obi-Wan fell down the stairs...

10. My life would be easier if...

...I had a pulse?

11. What do you want?

To be heard.

12. Cooking?

Thank you, no. You see, nothing agrees with me anymore. Passes right through me.


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Force. This is rather like shoving slender reeds under one's fingernails. I'm no longer sure what it worse--that I've become a comedian or that I'm telling the jokes to myself.


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If you could see me, you'd know I'm blue all the time.

That's a joke, you know.

~ Qui-Gon Jinn, Quite Dead

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What makes me lose my temper? What is my greatest loss? I might answer these questions with a single statement: the fact I never got to see any of my Padawans to their Trials.

Some say the dead never rest. That is not entirely true. At times, something much like sleep comes over me. It is in those moments that the voice of the Whill Shaman still speaks to me, asking the questions I would rather not answer.

What is your greatest fear?

All my life, I followed the will of the Force, or so I told myself and those around me. Now I am part of the Force, and I feel the difference. Sometimes, when I wake from those moments of near-sleep, I have to wonder how many of those steadfast decisions were born of stubbornness alone, or love. I have to wonder how many of those decisions are now hurting those I cared about, how many of them are even now tipping the balance towards darkness.

On waking, I close my eyes--the eyes that are only in my imagination now--and let the feeling pass. I breathe in with non-existent lungs and remind myself that I am only Qui-Gon Jinn. I am not the lynch-pin of the galaxy. I am only a conduit of the Force, and the Force will have its way. I fear nothing.

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196 words, comments and role-play welcome.

I am not what an earthling calls a superhero, so picking a theme song seems a trifle silly. If I had to choose a song, I would lean toward Apocalyptica's "Nothing Else Matters." Forget the original band's rather depressive lyrics; these four cellos perfectly capture the joy of practicing slow katas with one's Padawan in the rain. Of course, nothing else has ever mattered but my Padawans, so perhaps the lyrics are not as inappropriate as I thought, at least in part.

But I would prefer to choose a sound. Which one? Flute or cymbal? The hum of a lightsaber? I have been told that this one is by far the most appropriate, and I suppose I have to agree.

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Well. Here I am again, albeit somewhat late. Though, of course, I suppose it is impossible for a dead man to be anything but.

Family and love, hmmm?

Having traveled most of the known galaxy, having seeing countless cultures, I can be sure of only one thing. One tends to lead to the other, and usually in reverse order. In truth, I doubt the force that encourages most creatures to procreate is love at all. That is not to say that there is anything wrong with a touch of carnal lust. After all, it gets the blood pumping as well as any kata, and I thoroughly endorse hard exercise. Pity it lasts only a moment or two... unless one has spent time studying with the Zeltrons, of course.

Love lasts so much longer. Unlike lust--a flash fire that begins when eyes meet eyes--love can start slowly, uncomfortably. "Take another Padawan, you must," your Order might say, even though you have only pained the two you had before. Love can be a scabby-kneed boy you try to avoid over and over again for a month, only to find yourself saving his life less than four weeks later because you cannot imagine what it would be like to be without him.

Love can be dying in his arms, and saying all the wrong things.

Love can be desperately trying to speak to him now, and him still being too hurt to hear you.

Love can be many things, but as of yet I have only known one of them.

~ Qui-Gon Jinn


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Who am I? The question, my dear, is who are you?

No, it isn't a pick-up line. We can explore those options later, if you like. In the meantime, did you note that chameleon there? Ignore the bulging eyes and unusual toes, and he and I have quite a bit in common. When his environment changes, so does he. I am much the same. The chameleon changes colors. I might do that, yes, but I am just as likely change my voice, my mannerisms... my predilections.

Yes, I am hitting on you now. So glad you noticed.

Shall this old chameleon go change into something a little more comfortable? Perhaps nothing at all?

~ Qui-Gon Jinn