Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-30 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat), obi-wan kenobi |
That’s impossible! The physics! It shouldn’t work! Why did it work?!
Who: Kitty and Obi-Wan
What: Obi-wan has some things to show Kitty!
When: Today!
Where: Mrs. Higgins
Rating: PG-13 for cutting dressers in half.
Kitty pulled up to Mrs. Higgins, and slid out of the truck. She studied the house for a moment, before walking up the drive-way and knocking on the door. She wasn’t sure what Obi wanted to show her. He was being mysterious, and naturally her curiosity was piqued.
It was an unassuming, California-style house--slightly unique in the sense that it wasn’t a rancher. At the knock, Obi-Wan bounded down the stairs like a child, talking sense into himself only upon reaching the door. But he felt a bit like a child. “It’s for me, Mrs. H,” he announced. He opened the door. His eyes were alight with an impish mischievousness.
Kitty raised her eyebrows. She felt like she was a teenager again and she was going over a friend's house to engage in mischief.
It really wasn't all that long ago she WAS a teenager, but she'd always felt older than she was.
It allowed for the occasional immature moment without feeling guilty, "So are you going to whip it out or not?"
Obi-Wan turned around, preparing himself to see with his own eyes what he already knew was behind him: Mrs. Higgins standing in the doorway. He was suddenly very grateful for his beard. It took quite a lot to make him blush.
“Kitty’s just joking,” he reassured the woman. “I think.” He glanced back at Kitty with a raised eyebrow.
Ohgod.
Kitty flushed a bit, "Oh. Hi! It was a joke. He said he wanted to show me something and...I'm going to take my foot out of my mouth now."
But maybe the joke had been lost on Mrs. Higgins, who ran down a list of things she could bring out for them: coffee, tea, cookies. “You want anything?” he asked Kitty.
Kitty smiled, "Coffee would be great, thank you." She could use the jolt, and it shouldn't be too much trouble for the woman.
Obi-Wan seconded the order. Mrs. Higgins disappeared back into the kitchen. With a quick tilt of his head, he motioned to the stairs. “Come on.”
Kitty nodded, and headed for the stairs, jogging up them and waiting at the top. She wasn’t sure which way to go from there.
He gestured to a door which led to what was essentially a time capsule. The room had belonged to Mrs. Higgins’s youngest son, and it hadn’t been touched since he left for college at some point in the mid-sixties. The posters on the walls were from concerts and sports teams of which most of the original members were long dead. But it was immaculately kept, first by Mrs. Higgins, now by Obi-Wan, who had always been a little anal retentive fastidious when it came to his personal space.
Kitty looked around, feeling like she'd walked through a portal into another time and era, "This is....really kind of weird." Please don't let the guy be dead?
Obi-Wan shrugged, as though he’d never noticed or thought it weird before. Somehow, he sensed her question. “He lives in Sacramento now.”
He’d crossed the room and now stood before the closet, the doors of which were closed. “Now, I don’t know how I missed this before. I’ve been here a few weeks, mind you.” He paused. Perhaps for dramatic effect. “You may want to sit down. Or stand so you can jump with glee.”
"Huh. And she never did anything..wow..." She hoped her mom had cleaned out her old room. Going back and finding it pink with ballet dancers would be embarrassing.
She raised and eyebrow and leaned against the wall. She hoped it was a lightsaber
Oh, it was much better. Obi-Wan reached into the closet and pulled out a large garment travel bag. Holding it in the air with one hand, he pulled the long zipper with the other, revealing an elaborate set of robes. Jedi robes. Exquisitely detailed and kept.
He smiled. His eyes crinkled.
"Holy shit." She walked over, fingering the fabric. This was excellent quality. It looked like something right out of the movies, only more realistic. Like it was worn, and used, and well kept in the process, "This just..this was in the closet?"
He removed the bag and held them up in the light. He nodded. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they? I guess it was some kind of costume.” Of course, the decades of the clothing /film and room didn’t exactly match.
"Yeah, maybe he was a fan." The costume was prequels. 90s. Decades definitely didn't match, but Kitty didn't want to think about that. Objects did not spontaneously appear in someone's closet.
"They're gorgeous." She wondered if she needed to do a movie marathon with him. If he was even ready for that.
They spent a few moments fingering different sections of fabric. The textures were lush, almost silken to the touch when they should have been rough. Whatever it was made from, it was meant to be worn in any kind of weather. Obi-Wan held the robes up to his chin. “Shall I try them on?” he asked. Up till now, he hadn’t. He’d saved them for her.
"Yes!" Kitty nearly shouted it. Why? She couldn't say. She just had to see this man in those robes. Because that would be made of so much awesome and win she couldn't contain herself. The only thing better would be a lightsaber. So she folded her arms and waited. While staring at him.
In one motion, he draped the robes across the bed and tossed aside the hanger. Taking the hem of his T-shirt with both hands, he pulled it over his head. If Kitty wanted to look away, she could. He doubted she was shy about this kind of thing. But even so, he planned to leave his pants on until the last possible moment.
Obi-Wan picked up the tunic first... and it seemed to come apart in his hands. His heart plummeted, but then he realized it was actually in two pieces, one of which seemed to require some intricate lacing. He scowled, realizing putting it together might be a little more complicated than he'd thought.
With a smirk, Kitty looked away politely. She’d mostly wanted to see his chest, “Having trouble?”
He’d been able to separate the simple under-garments from the more complicated outer-garments. He pulled the first one over his head. The second was supposed to crisscross over his chest and tie in the back. “A little help, yes?”
She waved her hand, as if to say 'turn around.' She then took care of tying it in the back, "I wonder how you're supposed to get into it without help? Maybe that comes with practice."
Because the top half extended down to his mid-thigh, Obi-Wan felt he had enough coverage to swap his jeans for the cloth pants. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not getting naked.” The brief moment he was in his boxers would have been the perfect moment for Mrs. Higgins to enter, but she didn’t. Bless her.
Obi-Wan picked up a belt and handed it off to Kitty. “I assume you need that next.”
“Too bad,” Kitty quipped cheerfully, then helped him get the belt on. This was seventeen layers of surreal, she decided. She was helping Obi-wan Kenobi get dressed.
Pants and belt now in place, Obi-Wan walked back to the closet, where he retrieved a previously unrevealed pair of boots. He sat down on the bed and began to work on those. He chuckled lightly, “You know, I had planned on being ‘someone to thinks he’s an orange’ for Halloween, but I think that’s out the window.” His smile lingered, as he recalled that conversation with Jean Grey, and those last few moments before he had epicly put his foot in his mouth.
“Nah, you can totally pull of the Jedi look. I’ll even let you borrow my replica lightsaber!” She laughed, and wondered if he’d ever seen the movies or not. She wasn’t sure he had.
“That will be a nice touch.” Of course he’d seen Star Wars--when they were first in theaters, which was something he might brag about to cut Kitty down to size if she continued to geek-out on him. For now, he was having too much of a good time. He really did feel like a kid. Not necessarily again, but a kid nonetheless. He did recall a good amount of teasing in the late-70s and early-80s, which was why he went by Benny or Ken for a while.
“You know,” he said, as he continued to lace his boots. “Kenobi isn’t even my real name. It’s Patterson. I was adopted.”
It was then that the coffee arrived.
“Interesting,” Kitty replied, taking some coffee and thanking Mrs. Higgins. She sipped as the old lady left, and looked around the room. It would make sense if he got teased a lot. She wouldn’t have been immune from teasing him herself. Though she generally didn’t mean harm when she teased.
Something glinted and caught her eye. She walked over to the closet, and felt around, before pulling out a cylindrical object. Her eyes bugged out of their sockets, and she felt around for the switch. The lightsaber ignited with a sound that sent shivers down her spine and she was so shocked it actually worked that she promptly cut the dresser in half.
The saber sputtered and then shorted out. Which was good because she dropped it, nearly hitting her foot.
It was possible that Obi-Wan was on his feet even before he was cognizant of the sound or the light. It was a blur. He grabbed Kitty by the waist and gave her a swift tug backward, out of harm’s way. The cylinder clattered on the floor and the dresser smoldered. His eyes were wide as dinner plates, as the saying goes.
The top half of the dresser slid diagonally, until it tipped over and fell to the floor. The lightsaber remained where it had landed and Kitty clapped her hands over her mouth to prevent any sound that wanted to come up. Currently it was a toss-up between a squee and a scream.
“You’re okay?” he asked, taking a step to the side. Very calmly, he walked to the door, opened it, and shouted down the stairs, “Everything’s fine!” Then he locked the door.
Kitty let out a curse that would burn a sailor’s ears and pointed at the lightsaber. Pointed.
“That’s impossible! The physics! It shouldn’t work! Why did it work?!”
Obi-Wan’s hands had locked themselves into his hair. He pulled upward and it stood on end. He wasn’t exactly concerned with the physics of it. “That was in the closet?” How could he have missed that?
He took a knee and reached out to pick up the lightsaber. But he couldn’t bring himself to do more than run his index finger along the handle. Obi-Wan stood up. He was having difficulty reaching the same pitch of excitement that flowed to effortlessly out of Kitty.
Something deep inside him was in motion, like rusty gears repelling an incongruous rock that had up till now held them in stasis. His face had grown pale. “Kitty, hand me the cloak, would you?” He lifted his hand without taking his eyes from the weapon on the ground.
It was a motherfuckin' lightsaber, of course Kitty was excited. The next best thing would be a phaser. Or a Cylon. Quietly, she picked up the cloak and handed it to Obi-wan. She could understand how he might feel about some things.
She still had trouble making the leap from what she saw in her dreams and what she'd read in those comics.
The room had an attached bath. Obi-Wan slipped his arms through the sleeves and flipped on the light. There was bursting OHMYGOD!! and Obi-Wan took a seat on the lid of the toilet.
Kitty hesitated, then peered into the bathroom. She didn’t ask if he was all right, he certainly didn’t look all right. She just walked in and put a hand on his shoulder.
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Thisisn’tpossible. Thisisn’tpossible.” But he didn’t believe it. “Kitty, tell me this isn’t possible.” Or tell me it is.
Kitty darted her eyes, trying to think of a response. Finally, she gave up, and said, “I don’t know. It shouldn’t be possible. But...” She gestured at herself, “I went through a wall. That lightsaber worked.” She gestured helplessly.
He thought about his time with Loras Tyrell over the weekend, about the training session that he ultimately didn’t need. Obi-Wan rose to his feet and dared another look in the mirror. He pressed his hands into the sink for support. How had he never noticed before, at least resemblance? He shook his head. No, it wasn’t possible. “But I’m nothing like... him.”
"I'm not so sure about that. There's not telling how someone can turn out based on their circumstances. But certain core values remains and I think ...well I know." She folded her arms, adding, "Maybe that's where that...love block comes from. Either the Jedi Code, or there's that woman you dream of."
Obi-Wan hit the light switch and stood in the darkness for a few seconds. The left the room and looked at the puddle of spilled coffee on the floor. The dressed was still giving off puffs of smoke.
It was then that the laughter started, low and meager. But it grew. It became something unhinged and a little creepy, as Obi-Wan flopped onto the bed. He rested his arm across his forehead and it began to subside, coming out in short bursts and mixed with sighs. “Ho.. ho...”
Finally, he just smiled. “I don’t know what to think,” he said, eyes still on the ceiling.
"My theory is pop culture overload, but apparently I'm a comic book." She knelt down next to him, grinning a bit. His laughter had unnerved her a little bit.
Obi-Wan lifted his arm and looked sideways at her. Geek, he grinned silently. “Comic book? Which one?”
Totally a geek. “One of the mutant ones. X-Men. I’m the girl that walks through walls.” She smiled, like this wasn’t one of the odder conversations she’d ever had, “I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t have a witness.”
His face lit up, but he was attempting to be a bit silly. “Hey, that’s me!”
“I know! Isn’t that crazy?”
He gave her knee a pat. It occurred to him that it was also a bit crazy this this was the first woman who’d been in his bed in years... and with his luck, it was one that happened to have a girlfriend. Then again, this was also the first real bed he’d had in years.
“Maybe it’s more crazy than the lightsaber,” he said.
If there wasn't a girlfriend, she'd already be trying to get into his robes. Which would stay on. Because she was kinky that way.
"I dream about comic book characters..you dream you're a jedi. And now...this." She gestured out towards the dresser - indisputable proof that wasn't a product of their overactive imaginations.
"And I know we're not the only ones. What's happening?"
Obi-Wan lifted a finger into the air. “Excuse me, let the record show that the lightsaber was in your possession at the time of the incident.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “Who else have you met?”
“My girlfriend,” She replied. “A man and two women who dream of indescribable power and fire.”
He nodded slowly. “Oh, that could be any woman,” he said.
“We all dream of the same woman.” Kitty kept her expression neutral.
He lifted an eyebrow. She was withholding something, but he wasn’t going to pry.
“She doesn’t want to think about it and I don’t want to go talking about her,” She said, wanting to at least explain herself. “But she has them too. I don’t know what my girlfriend does..if she even does anything. But we were chased by robots.”
Obi-Wan could respect that. Both decisions, Kitty’s and the mystery woman. “Robots? I’m assuming not R2 and 3PO?”
“Robots that adapt and want to kill all mutants.” It sounded ridiculous to her ears.
It sounded terrifying to his. Everything was becoming very real. Still, he found himself using humor to deflect it. How often did the real Obi-Wan do that? “Well, I’ll talk with The Council and see if we can offer any assistance.” He meant it though. He’d be there, if she needed him. Anytime.
He looked at her directly and smiled. The fact that he had a friend, it had finally sunk in.
Kitty put a hand on his arm, the action carrying the same sentiment, “Is this a bad time to mention I play a Sith in a video game?”