Who: Obi-Wan and Micha Where: The beach What: Jedi stuff When: Sunday Rating: Lightsaber! therefore awesome Open: To other force-users, maybe? Status: Ongoing
Of all the places on this strange island, Obi-Wan found that he liked the beach the best. Odd, given the amount of sand there, but this was no desert planet with endless seas of dust and grit. This was almost a balm to his still-ragged shields and senses. The ocean was vast and soothing, and the sound it made lulled him into the easiest meditations he had had since he had learned of Anakin's turning.
His days now had a pleasing rhythm to them. He would wake up early and run to the beach before sunrise. Then, he would break his fast with supplies he brought with him - a lovely blend of red tea he had discovered in one of the shops on the island, a few flatbreads and some meat or cheese depending on his mood the night before - before easing into meditation for as long as the Force felt he needed it. And when he swam back up to awareness, his mind felt that little bit more cleansed and rested. After that, he would spend some time working through various kata, some unarmed and others with his 'saber.
Some days, he found himself reenacting recent battles, as if he could change the outcomes by reliving painful memories, but that only served to undo the good work his meditation had done, and if he was unlucky, he'd stop what he was doing in shock when he realized what he was doing and injure himself. Not today. Today, the Soresu forms flowed naturally, one into another, and he was glad of it. After a while, he worked in some Shii-cho and Niman forms. Perhaps he would even attempt some Ataru.