The Journal of a Master

Title: Enchanté
Prompt: 005. Enchant
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 247
Rating: G
Warnings None that I can think of...
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Everyone wishes they had this particular ability...
Author's Notes: S'been awhile since I did teh cute.

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Touching another's mind was something that was always done with permission. Swaying another's mind was something that was done without it. Not letting the other person know what was happening was the key factor, and required characteristics more in tune with a sabacc player's rather than a Jedi's. It was the calm assurance that the notion was legitimate and wholly believed by the person suggesting it; it was the neutral expression and the maintained eye-contact from a respectful distance; it was the implied notion that the other person would be foolish or considered insane, should they not believe it.

Obi-Wan wasn't believing it now, as the tiny hands pressed lightly on his cheeks and the scrunch-eyed peer stared at him from several inches away. The weight of the young child in his lap was awkward, as the Youngling balanced precariously on the Master's knees, one foot on each. Obi-Wan's lips twitched with the effort of suppressing his smile, as the ineffective attempt at persuasion trickled through the force like a pebble falling into a large puddle. He swallowed the chuckle that threatened to bubble forth as he tried to work through the ramifications of giving in to the child's demand.

What could it hurt, he thought, if he indulged the little one this single time?

With a mock sigh, the Jedi Master feigned the glossed reply of one under the influence of the Jedi mind trick, "Yes, Llyl, we can go get a cookie from the cafeteria...."

Title: Auditions
Prompt: 005. Time
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 544
Rating: G
Warnings None
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Garen try to find the fastest Jedi student to do their dirty work.
Author's Notes: I originally posted this for the same prompt over in TM nearly a year ago. I figured that a little recycling wouldn't go amiss this once and promise to actually write something new for February :)


( Auditions... )

Title: All For One
Prompt:

002. Manip your muse in a costume. Write a 25 word ficlet about why that particular costume.

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 116
Rating: PG
Warnings None
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan's faith in his friends and Master is sorely tested.
Author's Notes: I suck at photo-manips on good days, so I apologize for the awfulness of the pic. If someone can do better, please feel free to do so :)

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( The Picture )


Unsure, "Master Windu, I don't think-"

Placating, "Please, Obi-Wan, we're not in the Council Chambers and we're officially off-duty. You have my permission to call me Mace."

Stare. "Right. Mace. I don't think I can do this. I mean, the feather makes me sneeze, and these clothes are not conducive to fight-"

Eye-roll. "Relax, Obi-Wan. This is was a stroke of pure genius on Qui-Gon's part. And besides, it looks good on you."

Blink. "Um. No. Really. I'm not going, not dressed like this."

Getting into character, "Oh, come on, young d'Artagnan! Athos awaits us!"

More staring. Sarcastic, "Uh-huh. And just who will be playing the part of Porthos tonight, my dear Aramis?"

Shrug. "Master Yoda."

Author's Notes: I know we're on hiatus. But after popping by licenseartistic to see what's been going down prompt-wise I couldn't resist. The idea hit me and had me giggling for quite a while. This is in no way us officially coming back. This is just a moment of sheer insanity and will *not* be posted to the community, nor will it be labeled as part of AL until we do come back and toss it in as catch-up material.


Title: Sky's High
Prompt: Picture Prompt
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 476
Rating: PG
Warnings None.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: The moments a Jedi finds to reflect on his surroundings must be taken advantage of in the full. No matter what circumstances surround it.

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( Fluffy, Fluffy Clouds... )

[sometime after this]

It was curious, finding himself in the hallway leading to the mess hall in the pre-dawn hours, when he had just been awash in the blinding light of midday, in the middle of a fragrant wood. He looks behind him, half expecting to see the trees behind him, disappointed when he doesn't.

That's when he remembers that he had been on his way to brew Qui-Gon his morning tea when he had found himself ankle-high in a puddle of water, and now no time had passed since he had left. He smiles as he recalls his conversation with Mal, frowns when he can't quite remember the conversation he's sure he had with...someone.

He decides not to tell anyone about it. The healers would think him mad, and the Council would think him childish.

...Oh well. Qui-Gon would be waiting.

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A week later
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He was in the room of a thousand fountains, walking the paths and enjoying the sound of water. He doesn't relaize that he's paused in (a soggy patch of grass until...)

( Always Darkest Before the Dawn )


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Word Count: 397
Muse: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels
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Title: Thank You
Prompt:

“The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present."
- Barbara De Angelis

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 262
Rating: PG
Warnings: Bit spoilerish if you haven't read Secrets of the Jedi by Jude Watson.
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan meditates on his past, and on the one woman who taught him how to let go of the past so he could bring hope to the future.
Author's Notes: This was originally written for fanfic100. Added a line or so for this rendition.


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He was meditating in his hut, sitting cross-legged, arms resting on his knees, eyes closed. The crystal Siri had given him rested in one hand, the warmth of it heavy on his skin. There was no way it could compete with the dry, scorching, sun-induced fever during the day, so he left this particular meditation for the deepest hours of night, when the air and the sand had given up their heat to rest in cool silence. He used this time to reflect on those that had been lost. It still overwhelmed him, sometimes, but as sudden and as violent as it had happened, he kept turning to her.

Would she have survived, had she not died so early on in the war? And if so, where would she be now? What would she be doing? Would they feel free to love one another, now that the formal institution of the Jedi had been demolished, or would they continue to cling to their ideals even now, in the loneliness of isolation?

Would he even tell her where he was hiding and for what purpose? Or would he leave her in the dark, as he had had to leave her one-time Padawan?

He meditates on these things, and more, knowing deep down that he would not be the person he is, the Jedi he is, had she survived that mission. She had taught him to live with an open heart, and to not let the pain of the past colour his perception of the present. And for that lesson, he thanks her continually.

"Master, what are you waiting for? He's getting away!"

"Patience, Obi-Wan. The time is not right."

Sputter. "But we have him! We can still catch-"

"No."

"But..."

Frown. "Not every battle must end with us apprehending the criminal, my Padawan. It is enough that we know who he is. Our brief engagement has revealed how he thinks. We can now anticipate his next move and set a trap. There will be less bloodshed, and no innocent bystanders will be put in danger."

Deep frown. Cowed. ...Not really. "Yes, Master."

Quietly, "It has taken me a long time to know when to run and when to fight, Obi-Wan. It wasn't until I met you that the lesson of true patience, of picking and choosing your battles, finally sunk in."

Incredulous look.

Soft chuckle. "Yes, my Padawan. When your safety came before bringing Xanatos to justice, I finally understood."

Longing look in the direction of the criminal. Shy smile. "Well, I suppose going after him would lead us into a trap, as he's the one dictating the battleground..."

Hearty laugh. "See? You can be taught!"

Blush.


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Word Count: 184
Muse: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels
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Title: Mercy Please
Prompt: 002. Temptation
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 268
Rating: G
Warnings None, you naughty person, you.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Many things can tempt a Jedi. This is one of them...
Author's Notes: Inspired, in part, by Alice Cooper's song, "You're My Temptation". I think that's all you really need to know.

x-posted to licenseartistic

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( I curse the day that I found you... )

( The Uncertain Path )

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x-posted to theatrical_muse