obi_wanmanshow | In-Character, Personal Contact

Dear Master Kenobi,

As promised, I spoke with Inquisition leadership on the current situation with Galadriel. I was told that she had made some sort of threat to the safety of the Inquisition -- as well to the rest of Thedas. The Seeker was clearly mistaken with not coming forward with this information, or having something more solid to imprison her on beyond threats, but she was acting in a manner to keep us safe from a potential threat.

I have all due confidence that Galadriel will be released shortly.

If you have anything else you wish for me to answer for you about my meeting, please feel free to send a messenger, or come down to the Warden Camp so we might speak directly.

I wish you well.

Sincerely,

Warden Bethany Hawke

To Warden Hawke,
From Master Kenobi

You have my thanks for following up, as you'd said. I'm grateful for your intercession and patience with the situation at hand, and my own admittedly provocative reaction towards it; your help has been very much appreciated in this matter.

I would indeed be pleased to hear what else you might like to share with me and, if you have time, I would also like to investigate the topic we spoke on during the dinner party, a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, I cannot meet with you at present. Please accept my apologies for the delay, as I am currently occupied by a prior obligation, but would very much like to speak more when I am next able. You've been nothing but gracious, and it is my honor to have made your acquaintance thus far.

Master Kenobi,

I am pleased to help in any way I can. You are all unfortunate guests in our war, and it is natural to react with frustration with things out of your control. I know this better than most.

As for our discussion, I would be delighted to expand our knowledge of our mutual abilities. Please let me know when you have time available, and I shall be pleased to show you what a Force mage can do! I am looking forward to seeing your abilities as well, so we can gain a greater understanding of powers in different universes. I hope your personal obligations are going well, and I look forward to hearing from you again at present.

Sincerely,
Warden Bethany Hawke

Hi, Obi-Wan Kenobi? My name's Ruby, I'm another rifter but I don't think we met. Hi! Yep.

Um, anyway I-- I wanted to get in touch because Councilor LeBlanc of the Mage Council and I had an idea for a sort of team building, morale boosting friendly competition, and since you had been so eloquent regarding rifter issues and everything, I wanted to see if you'd be interested in being involved and maybe helping me encourage other Rifters to get into it?

It's a pretty whimsical idea, but I think with everything people around here have seen and dealt with lately it could be kind of fun.

Hello, yes this is Master Kenobi.

It sounds like you already have a plan. I'm sure if you tell me, I'll be happy to help, however I can. We could certainly all use some levity, given the recent... events. At Adamant.

What did you have in mind, Miss Ruby?

Master Kenobi, right— ( a slightly audible wince. ) Sorry about that.

Yeah... Adamant. The entire Approach, basically.

( and she shakes herself. ) Great, though, thank you. Basically the idea is that Ad— that Councilor LeBlanc and her students prepare a number of ice fortresses, and each one has a special flag. The goal of the exercise is to try and capture as many flags as possible, while also having a giant snow fight. Randomised teams, No weapons, no powers and stuff in general once it's all been set up, just... slightly ridiculous fun. Whatever team has the most flags at the end is the winner. I haven't thought of potential prize yet, if we need one, but I'm working on it.

Ruby, was it? Please, relax, it's alright.

Obi-Wan is my name. And I'm sure Adelaide wouldn't be too upset to hear you using hers, if she's put you to task setting up a children's snow-games. Unless these snow-games are to be played in all of our ah... official capacities?

It's a good idea. Should we have them as an open field, or would you prefer the invitations be more personal in nature?

No, Adelaide is used to me calling her a number of ridiculous things, I was just... grasping for a level of professionalism. ( Her tone is self-deprecating and amused. ) And I just know it's... well, weird being a rifter, I didn't want to deny you of a respectful title by just being clumsy with my words.

( That aside, she hums thoughtfully. )

I think we can be childish and mature responsible adults simultaneously, if we try. It's going to be not so much Templars and mages and rifters as... hopefully, at least, a bunch of people getting together to have fun. Mixed up teams, maybe with set team leaders, but other than that anyone who wants in just needs to sign up, and then I'll make up the teams by pulling names out of a hat. I figure the more the merrier, you know?

But I was going to ask if you'd like to be a team leader. You get to pick a colour, and everything. I have red, Adelaide has violet. It's...

... it's pretty childish, yeah.

[Obi-Wan reflects upon the plight of the Rifters and feels a great surge of gratitude for people like Ruby, who put aside their own embarrassment for the sake of others. Sometimes, the courage to open oneself to another can be much more frightening than the courage it takes to risk merely bodily harm.

There is a brief pause.]

Blue.

Although I warn you, there'll be no mercy for your dastardly, red-bearing fiends.

Blue it is. Do you favour a light blue or a dark blue?

( These are the important questions. And, with a surprised laugh— )

That's fine. The superior Red Team doesn't need your Blue sympathy.

Light, please.

[Is there any other answer?]

Do you have an announcement already planned, then?

Cool, so that iiis— ( the words are oddly dragged out in that particular way that comes when you are writing something down as you say it, )

Mas-ter Kenobi with Team Periwinkle.

Awesome.

( Ruby no )

Uh, well, first I need to ask the Mage Council to give me some help putting it together. Partly because Adelaide didn't actually expect me to go through with it so it needs to be as official as possible, and partly because it'd be unfair to leave all the work on her.

Periwinkle.

[He is affronted! Shocked! How dare you no-- indeed, how very dare you. Brat.]

May I recommend contacting a rifter named Araceli, somewhat recently connected with a local Vashoth, Korrin Ataash? She's been here longer than most, and has some connections, something about a meeting called some time before my own arrival. If she's able and willing to help, the more hands the better, yes? I suspect the mage-council might have more work than to dedicate any significant manpower to... Oh, let's call them Rifter morale-building exercises.

It's a beautiful shade. But, I mean, if you're not a fan of Periwinkle I could think of something else. Maybe... Celeste? Columbia?

( see this is what happens when you're nice to Ruby Lucas
she is terrible )

I've spoken with both of them before, actually. Only once with Araceli, but Korrin was one of the first people I met here. That's a great idea, I'll get in touch with her for sure.

( and a huff of laughter. )

So far Knight-Commander Norrington and Warden-Constable Blackwall seem to be on side too, so it won't look like a purely rifter focused indulgence, but all the support I can get sounds like a good plan. I'm very committed to snow fights.

If you please, yes.

[Periwinkle indeed.]

...And that's good to hear. It's a good plan, mixing the groups thoroughly. We all have to learn to trust one another sometime, and a snow war may be just the stakes we need.

Team Baby Blue, maybe?

( 8D )

Exactly. It's less a snow fight and more like a... bro fight.

( No that doesn't work. In fact: ) That didn't sound as good as I hoped it would.

[With laughter in his voice]

Let me know if you'd like anything more from me. Any way I can help.

I will, for sure. And likewise, if you ever need anything, just let me know. I'll do whatever I can to help.

Obi-Wan.

[ polite, for a moment, before he launches into it: ]

Have you prepared for Orlais?

Yes?

[He fails to see how he is supposed to prepare aside from carefully folding his best and second-best set of robes, putting everything else he needs to survive in a pack, and slinging on a new cloak, but. OK, Thranduil.]

Is there something I'm forgetting?

Have you?

[ he assumes obi-wan has forgotten, because- obi-wan. but also, he assumes the knight has the sense to own more than one set of clothing. so he won't quite need the level of attention that the outsider does. ]

Dressing yourself in burlap will do little for the Inquisition's reputation.

It is not burlap.

[Oh my god Thranduil, you diss these robes, you wanna go.]

Concerning ourselves with the Inquisition's reputation, are we?

Concerning myself with the Man appointed 'my' representative.

[ somebody's bitter- but at least this might keep cassandra off his back. ]

Your attire reflects on me, gentle knight.

Oh, don't flap your dignity at me, I didn't ask for this any more than you did.

[Which is only slightly laughable because he also knows that this clothing thing is happening and all his protests are going to come to naught and ruin. There lies great strength in serenity before the inevitable.]

And I'm considerably more inconvenienced by it than you are, given that the duty has somehow brought you here to... dress me.

Yet you have it, and here I am, an elf apparently beholden to yet another mortal. [ pause. ] Have you yet realized you will be expected to 'clean up' Lady Galadriel's 'messes' as well as mine?

[ in other words, preemptive apology! like a fruit basket, but you can't eat it or share it. ]

Oh no, dear knight. I will not dress you. The finest Elven tailors of Halamshiral will dress you, and I will sit to the side with Duinenor and we will laugh when the misery and indignity shows on your face whilst the day drags on.

Does this sound agreeable?

Since you bring it up, I'm sure you don't need reminding that I lack the lifespan to clean up all but the most minor of Galadriel's messes. She's your cousin.

[Verbal sparring with Thranduil is fun; even at his nastiest, it's still a recognition of familiarity-- a subtle distinction between annoyance and friendship, that he thinks Thranduil would appreciate. Most people only get to see a thick coating of ice and steel, as far as Obi-Wan can see.]

I'm only going along with this because I'm stuck here, just so you know, and as a favor to you, personally. It is completely ridiculous, and I've attended much more illustrious gatherings in proper Jedi attire.

And I reserve the right to veto any of it.

Cousin by marriage. [ and by blood too, but he doesn't have the time to draw it out.

obi-wan is correct. he has the sense to know when thranduil spits barbs for the sake of being clever, and when they are actually meant to wound-- and obi-wan should know himself too valued, too respected to be wounded. ]

They will not know what a Jedi is, and so no respect will come of your sackcloth, noble as you hold yourself. Nor do these Men know of the House of Elmo. We are in their home, Obi-wan. We play their game by their rules, and we make certain concessions to assure a win.

Pretty clothing is a very small price to pay for even a sliver of an advantage over our enemies. [ pause. ] Though I do appreciate your favor, my friend. Does it come with a token of your affection?

I'm agreeing to this despite my better judgement, that'll have to be token enough.

[He wonders if, perhaps, there is a middle ground here between roughspun Jedi Robes and fanciful Orlesian frippery. Fanciful Jedi Frippery, perhaps? Finer fabric, a closer cut, concessions to the Orlesian fashion for masks, even, but still essentially alien.]

Yes, yes, I know. You're right-- but, how else will they have the chance to learn?

Imitating too closely the masters of this particular Game will only invite a comparison by which the Rifters will inevitably fall short. Perhaps, a compromise?

I have no intention of imitating. I will not mask myself, nor does my offer of helping you extend to finding you one.

For you? I do not know how. I make plans for my people, and you handle your own. But because we are both Rifters, I will aid you in this matter where our interests intersect.

[ and because they're buddies, but who would ever say that out loud. ]

The mask would be simpler to accept than other things. But, that's no matter for the present.

[Who would be so tacky as to actually acknowledges friendships, that so gauche. Equally so, one does not mention the fallings-out a friend has with their children, even if you are concerned for them:]

And how are your people?

Enslaved, starving. Dying.

I would speak with you, as a friend, about your role as liaison for those of us called rifters.

Do you have the time?

Yes, of course.

[He always has the time for duty. For friends, less often so, but not for a lack of willingness.]

We'll be on the road for some time, yet. What's concerning you?

[ 'we'? ]

Are you alone?

[There is a notable hesitation in which the furrowing of Obi-Wan's brow, though silent, is still communicated with all due eloquence.]

Not as such, no. But I-- one moment.

[The silence that follows is less a pause, and more that Obi-Wan has deactivated his crystal. After a short time, his voice returns.]

Go ahead.

[ he waits, going over his papers, tidying his room. obi-wan returns, and he is comforted by the absence of noise. ]

What will you do when the Inquisition or another body like it finds fault once more with my cousin or myself?

That depends largely on the nature of the fault, and the specific reaction of the offended party to that supposed fault. It is the right of a governing body to make and enforce laws on is own territory, after all. We are guests here.

[Thranduil please don't do this to him, what are you up to?]

...However, I am obligated to speak on your behalf, at least insofar as the Inquisition is concerned. But surely you wouldn't be planning something unseemly?

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One day, I fear they will not need a reason. I am an elf, and a Rifter. I remain in Skyhold for convenience's sake. I owe them no allegiance beyond reasonable friendship.

[ of course he has plans, obi-wan, but none that'll come to fruition while you're around. ]

What will you do, Obi-wan, if Galadriel is imprisoned once more. If I am.

I can't make a commitment based on supposition, even if I had it in my power to do much of anything beyond the Inquisition's sphere of influence.

[Obi-Wan is beginning, with an intuition honed by a decade of Anakin Skywalker's friendship, to assume that Thranduil is indeed planning to give them damned good reason to lock one or both of them up. He sighs, heavily; it seems somehow incongruous to be attempting to explain the political dispassion of the Jedi Order here, where so much of the foundation of that dispassion is utterly lacking.]

Neither do I. But, it's not a Jedi's place to... to overthrow ordinary governing practice. [Is a lie.] Regardless, I would like to consider us as friends.

I will do what is right, always.

I need very little from you, my friend. Take care to remember one thing.

[ truthfully, he doesn't expect to be caught for his machinations. if they come for him, it will be for an unintended slight or a thousand small things that mark him as proud and not in the least meek as they think the elven should be. if he offends where no normal man would take offense. ]

If the Inquisition should ever imprison me, know it is because I went willingly, at least at first. I cannot promise my willingness to stay in captivity if they intend to attempt to torture me or such along those lines.

I'm not sure I want to ask what you're implying. [If only because he knows that saying it aloud will make whatever's said unavoidable, in some sense.] I wouldn't expect anyone to sit placidly by while being threatened with torture.

Such tactics are as pointless as they are barbaric; no reasonable person would condone them, I'm sure.

[That's as close to an 'I'll back you up' as Obi-Wan is willing to go, at least outright.]

Is there such cause for concern? I can return to Skyhold, if I'm more needed there.

No need for implications; I will state it plainly. I am concerned the... novelty of what the Quendi are is wearing thin. Two years, five; it matters little. We are too different from what they know.

We will become inconvenient.

[ it's something. ]

Nothing. All is well. I have seen some unexpected cruelties. I do not like leaving these sorts of things to the last moment.

I suppose it's a blind-spot of mine. I come from a place with so diverse a population... I forget.

[There's bigotry enough, in the Galaxy far, far away, but rarely is it so systemic, or so inescapable; the sky is too wide, and too full of wealthy and powerful alien worlds for anything like Thedas' blanket hatred to flower. Or, so Obi-Wan thinks.

Realizing that he's let the silence go on for too long, Obi-Wan inhales, but can only offer a formless hm, of tentative agreement.]

Prudent of you.

Ser Obi-Wan, I have a question--Well. A request for you. I was wondering if--um. Do you know the Templar named Cade?

[ This is so weird. Why are words hard. ]

Ye-es, I am. Isn't he the Templar who-- [Who attacked Beleth at one point, or so the rumor has always gone, yes.] Beleth, you are staying out of trouble, aren't you?

[He has a bad feeling about this.]

Yes, he is. [ He doesn't need to finish the sentence, she already knows what he was going to say. ] And--I'd like to think that I am...? I mean--

I've been...trying to work with Cade. He's not, ah. A bad person, per se. He's--He's troubled. [ That seems like the best word for it. ] And I think that he can be helped, to an extent, if people are willing to take the time.

All I'm asking is for you to attend a tea with the two of us. I want him to start learning how to...better interact with people, and you are one of the people in Skyhold I know can stay composed.

[ You're the chillest of the chill and probably won't beat him up. ]

You see good in him. [The interruption is so gentle that it's hardly an interruption. It's a tender-hearted thing, Obi-Wan's approval, which is what makes it so rare.] Very well.

[He's sat through worse, with worse, he's very sure. And anyways, he wants to learn more about the Templars in general-- starting with learning more about one Templar is specific is hardly the worst way to go about it.]

I'll be there. Will it just be the three of us? Should I bring anything?

I--Yes, I do. [ That's it in a nutshell, she supposes. Better said than her bumbling words. ]

Thank you, Ser Obi-Wan. It will just be the three of us, but I'll take care of the tea and the food. I really do appreciate your willingness to help.

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