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Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars | ???? (from old Uzushio)

[thatoldfossil]

1 - Being an Amusing Old Man/Tourist

He seems quiet and unassuming, with an enigmatic smile offered to any of those who look too closely. Kenobi knows he's been away from civilization for far too long, but it doesn't stop him from being overly polite, taking great pains to not hide his age or his quietude. He is simply a traveller passing through, awed at all the newfangled feats of various ninja hopping about cities, eyes observing carefully, but not too closely, and just as likely to spend his time staring and inspecting a ripe piece of fruit as he is when looking at a particularly well-balanced blade at a weapon's stall.

Some of it is trying to absorb everything. Trying to catch up with the world that has moved on ahead and dwell in those simple pleasures of life. And some of it is living up to that reputation of a very polite, if crazy, old man.

2 - Openly in Meditation

A sight one might stumble upon in any country, though the farther you get from the Land of Lightning the less likely you are to find him. It's almost odd, how he sits peacefully in the midst of whatever terrain, eyes closed and seemingly at full rest. Those who are very clever (or very paranoid) will note how while he strays into other countries, he is very careful to remain forever outside what might be considered a ninja village's outer limits, coasting easily just along the border of 'reasonably neutral territory'.

He is very still, remaining unperturbed by petty natural disturbances, and the wildlife of an area seem very content to leave well enough alone. But whatever he's doing, the feeling of chakra at work can be hard to ignore if one is sufficiently adept at reading it. He is a man perfectly in sync with his natural surroundings, the energy around him flowing through and in, absorbed and recombined and released in sync with his very regular breathing—a man at peace.

Even so, a sword rests not far from where his hands are loosely resting over his folded ankles.

3 - Choose your own adventure!

2

[notbalanced]

Juugo is on a mission doing border patrol, and he's doing it in the air this time, because he's not about risking being in another body again. That and the rain on his wings, and his friends flying along with him is nice. He doesn't need to be on the ground to feel people and animals nearby, and focuses on that as he goes in carefully meandering circles along the border of Rain, occasionally just outside, and occasionally just inside.

Then he feels something that nearly makes him drop out of the sky. When he recovers he lands quickly, and edges closer and closer to the feeling until he sees an older looking man just sitting serenely on a small rise. Juugo stops behind some jagged rocks and peeks out shyly, watching with a lost expression.

Why do you feel like me, he wants to ask, but this is a stranger, and very close to Rain. What if it's an enemy? But what if his instinct is correct and it's someone like him, maybe even with his curse?

Disney Princess Juugo

[thatoldfossil]

To all appearances, the man meditating has no awareness of his watcher at all. His breathing has not changed. nor his posture, and his eyes are still closed wholly to his environment. He does not move, does not shift, does not make any indication of the presence near him at all. None, that is, save that he speaks, and Kenobi's voice is warm, and welcoming.

"Come here, young one. Do not be afraid."

Meanwhile, Kenobi will bask in the feeling of this unknown presence. It has been so long since he has been around other people, much less those he might call kin, and the distinctive way they are bright in the chakra landscape around him is comforting. Even if this one still seems to have much to learn, all his excess energy seemingly without bounds.

"Sit with me."

it cannot be denied

[notbalanced]

Juugo jumps when he is addressed, then touches his earrings in reassurance. He can feel Nagoto's chakra, and the constant tug that syphons off his own so it can remain contained. It relaxes him enough that he can consider this stranger more, and he comes closer with slow movements, poised to flee if things get bad, not unlike a little songbird.

When he's closer, he's sure of it, but he doesn't know why. He remains standing but tips his head. It's not polite to ask questions right on meeting someone, but he can't hold in the need to know. "Hello. Why do you feel like me?"

[thatoldfossil]

"What is to say that it is not you who feels like me, instead of I who feel like you?" He huffs out a quiet chuckle at that, though, and with his eyes still closed, he lifts his hand in a gesture to encourage Juugo to sit. "More truthfully, I suspect I'm something of a distant relative of yours, if you can consider it that." The Je'daii 'bloodline' is so far-spread, and so sporadic. The biological ties between the loose sort of clans that they make are often very small, but it helps that they all mostly work to adhere to the same principles as one another, and the techniques are mostly universal.

Techniques, it feels like, this young one might never have learned, given just how strong and uncentered he feels.

"Sit, and breathe with me." And that's Old Ben, strange old man meditating in your forest who immediately tells you to sit your butt down and learn some instruction.

"To start, we ought to work on your control. Even basic exercises should be able to help you with some of that internal unrest of yours." Something about the way he says them make it evident that he is counting on some sort of compliance, but it isn't forceful, just... expectant. A teacher, waiting with an endless patience to see if a student is ready to learn.

[notbalanced]

"No one else has ever felt like me before."

That was all the answer Juugo could think to give and he's not sure how to respond to the part about being relatives. He remembered that he'd shared it with his mother, though it was distant, faint, and only really appearing in his dreams when he was small again, and the woman before him covered in blood--

He shook his head at the image that tried to intruded and focused on calming himself and the sudden racing of his heart at the bad memory. When he got upset it got closer to waking up, and he pushed more of his chakra at Nagato through his earrings. It wasn't really pushing it out so much as flaring it to get Nagato's attention to take a little more than usual.

Meditation helps him calm his emotions though, so he eagerly sits and starts breathing in the slow careful way he's learned to for calming his emotions. He's not sure if it will improve his control of it at all, but he likes meditating.

"Will it really help control the curse?" Because he has to ask. If there's a way to really control it, so he'll be safe Juugo would do almost anything. He won't leave Nagato, or betray Ame, or kill, but anything else.

[thatoldfossil]

"Curse?" It takes a moment for Kenobi to understand what he's talking about. Call it old age, or perhaps surprise. It makes sense that a child with no choice would find it hateful, but most those he ahs seen with so littler control do so deliberately, and to them the power is no curse, but a terrible gift. Though, bloodline or not, greatful or not, Obi-Wan will not deny that it is a heavy burden to carry. His voice softens. "It is not intended as a curse, young one, though I imagine it must seem so, to you. But yes, it is meant to help you."

Kenobi watches him meditate, and settles back into his own, very slowly starting to separate apart the different energies inside himself in time with his breathing. "Can you see what I am doing, or would you like me to guide you through it more slowly?"

1

[knifependulum]

In the normal way of things, Nori finds himself on the opposite end of a friendly game of catch the thief. Arguably one of his favorite past times given just how frequently these little chases were. He was usually good enough not to be seen, but sometimes it was just good exercise to 'slip up' and fly along rooftops, jump over walls and cram his body into small spaces that normal-sized folk wouldn't be able to manage.

If there happens to be a bit of a dangerous thrill to all of it, well that's just a bonus.

It's how he winds up diving to the floor of a market stall, under the counter and adjusting the cloth to obscure most of him from immediate view. His only tells are his boots if anyone cares to look down, but he happens to be in luck and there's an older man standing in front of the stall at the moment.

"Nice shoes," the stall most definitely not containing a thief whispers.

/flip-flops between young and old icons b/c why not

[thatoldfossil]

"Thank you."

Kenobi is trying really hard not to chuckle. It is a Very Strong and Masterful Urge, that is luckily able to overcome, though the humor certainly hasn't left his voice as he shifts his stance subtly to further block said most-certainly-not-a-thief from view with the long length of his own cloak.

He takes his time as he eyes over the wares, and waves the stall owner off with a kind old smile and assurances that he will be 'quite fine, thank you,' when a barrel of said owner's stock suddenly tips over and goes spilling out into the street. He keeps his gaze switching back and forth from the merchandise on the stall table and the owner gathering up his stock, while muttering to himself the way old folks do.

"I don't suppose I'll get a name with my compliments?"

[knifependulum]

Nori snorts to himself, but he appreciates the way he suddenly acquires more cover. He doesn't expect the sudden burst of stock spilling onto the ground, and catches a few pretty beads that roll under the counter to him like an offering. He pockets them while he dips his head down to check for an aggravated source, but there's no sign of his pursuers.

He slips out from beneath the counter to stand street-side, and gives the man his trademark sharp grin and a sweeping arm that might pass for bow given his relative lack of height. "Nagata Kin at yer service."

"Clever trick, that," he continues with a nod to the barrel and the owner hastily stuffing scattered merchandise back into it. "How about's you lemme repay ya with a drink? He looks busy."

Not that he'd really needed the help, but don't let it be said he's the ungrateful sort. Besides, the man seems the interesting type. Not many would help a thief.

[thatoldfossil]

"Just a moment." Kenobi stops, helping to gather up the rest of the shopkeepers stock, and while setting it back up on the table leaves a little something to cover the cost of the few... disappearing beads that were swallowed by the counter. With a cheery good day to the shopkeeper he turns back towards the rather short ninja—with a height like that, it reminds him of an old friend, an old teacher—and gives the man a grin.

"I wouldn't mind a drink. I confess that I don't quite know my way about, if you'd be so kind as to show me around." Still grinning politely, he rubs the beard on his chin as if in thought. This 'Nagata Kin' seems an interesting character, and some of the best places to get information are from folks like this one. Besides, he wouldn't mind the friendly company.

[knifependulum]

Nori sighs an exasperated note, because he's a thief and no one should have to pay for a few shiny beads. But alright, he's already making it up to him anyway. Sort of. If you count a stolen coins paying for drinks as recompense. Turns out his new friend is the good sort. Ish. He still helped a thief and a shopkeeper all within the breadth of a couple minutes. It's either the most suspicious thing he's ever seen, or the most interesting. He decides to go with interesting for now.

"Not from 'round here these parts, eh? Well no worries, I may not be the best tour guide, but I still know my way around." He leads them down the street at a pace that's quick for him, but normal enough for tall folk with their long legs. Hazel eyes dart about for the guard he'd pissed off, and maps familiar escape routes as they go.

"So where ya from, stranger?" His grin turns positively saucy. "Fink I'd've remembered seein' your like before."

[thatoldfossil]

Saucy indeed. It has been many years since anyone even thought to flirt with him, and Kenobi just laughs, delighted. It seems he's found quite the character to share drinks with.

"Oh, I'm from around and about really. Ended up having some roaming days in my youth and never quite managed to settle down after." It's almost true, from a certain point of view. Still, he talks about it freely, something relaxed. There are mixed feelings as to what set him travelling, but the path he has gone down, all he has learned form his study and meditation, the mastery of himself and his arts. He has grown in these past 30-odd years, and he does not regret that in the slightest.

"I grew tired of listening to my own voice, really." He can't help it, he gives 'Nagata' a wink back. "Thought I'd find some more pleasant company, and here was the closest place with open hot-springs." Totally playing up the old, indulgent man. In fairness, the hot springs here are fantastic.

COMING TO SEE WHAT'S WHAT THEN SHALL WE?

[teachingpeace]

Juugo had been very strangely... quiet on his senses, and while not inherently bad in any way, the fact that he was stationary while it was going on made him rather curious. In fact, quite a bit was making him feel curious because he couldn't quite tell if Juugo was alone...

But it wasn't like anyone else had abilities like Juugo that he'd ever had come near his village so he was bewildered.

Thus, he'd gone looking, after Juugo had finally split off from what quickly became clear as a distinct presence, though admittedly not going all the way back home, and he made it there in good enough time to easily pass him from his perch.

So whoever it was had Juugo's interest too. Satisfied, he moved over, turning his head to look down at the man, Rinnegan shadowed by his bright hair. "You're unique."

[thatoldfossil]

As with earlier, Kenobi does not move from his meditative pose, even as he speaks, though his voice is more amused than it was before.

"There aren't many old men who wander around to meditate outside of shinobi villages, no. I suppose that would make one unique." Perhaps he's being deliberately obtuse, or perhaps he simply isn't understanding the question. His eyes are still closed, hands still at rest. Simply breathing, steady and controlled. The circumstances have not changed since the young man first came by and left. He is a teacher, and if a student wants answers, he will have to ask them.

[teachingpeace]

His eyes narrowed at the reply. He didn't say anything for a long moment, head turned slightly to watch him as he stood beside him. Stating the obvious was useless, so he wouldn't.

He suspected the man was fully aware that he and Juugo had a similar... feeling to them.

"Why are you here?"

[thatoldfossil]

"I came to meditate, and see what was brought my way." He still remains calm, unthreatened still. "Following the paths laid before me." If anything he relaxes further into meditation, his voice taking on something like a distant quality, as the chakra exchange between himself and the natural surroundings only increases a constant intake, flowing through him before flowing out. "I wandered, and drifted shere I felt called, and in my wanderings found myself here." He rolls his shoulders, the most visible movement he has made since gesturing at Juugo to sit, at the beginning of their talk.

"Sit. You could certainly use some practice as well, especially if you are so attached to that young man, earlier." Kenobi plans to stick around, most likely. It wouldn't be right for him to move on without granting the one of the first Je'daii he has encountered in ages proper instruction—especially since Juugo had been lacking it. But Kenobi doesn't know if he will stay, and if this is not where he is meant to stay, someone will need to be able to train the boy further.

And possibly have this young man learn more for himself, if the interesting tangle of emotions that Kenobi can feel tied up in this his spiritual energy are anything to go by.

[teachingpeace]

"And will such a thing give me insight into how to help him?" He moved around him, settling to his knees on the damp ground and looking at the man intently, though he was looking with more than his eyes, sensing the way the man was moving chakra. It was something Juugo did not do, his ward's ability being an in, but no out.

"If not, I would rather you not stay."

2 old Uzushio, meet new Uzushio?

[thewheelturns]

Naoto is on a mission today, delivering a few things to towns near the borders of Whirlpools, so when she hears whispers of a man sitting beside the road, of course she goes to check it out. She may have grown up in Iwa, but Uzushio has been her home for years now, and she's going to make sure it stays happy and protected.

She's cautious as she approaches, not openly aggressive, but her hand stays close to her sword--more of a wakizashi than anything--just in case. She takes note of the stranger's sword and wishes she was a sensor so she could feel if this was a shinobi or not. She can tell that the blade is excellent condition though, and that increases her interest. She could interrupt whatever it is that he's doing, it looks like it might be some brand of meditation to her, or she could simply observe

The second option wins out she watches closely from her position at the base of a tree not far away. Will he react to her presence?

Excellenttt

[thatoldfossil]

He doesn't visibly react right away, finishing up his meditation before flipping up to stand on his feet, casually dusting off the grass and dirt grit. He lifts the sword and sheathes it at his side, before folding his hands together and deliberately turning his back towards where someone seems to be lingering in a tree.

"I do hope I haven't trespassed. It has been some time since I was in the area." Thirty years, or more. It still hurts, almost, the way this land is still familiar to him, even after 31 years of a self-imposed exile. He waits a moment or so more, giving his spectator a chance to reveal themselves before he turns around to face the tree, and easy smile on his face—bland and pleasant.

Much better than the mix of emotions he knows he would be feeling otherwise, if he hadn't just released his thoughts in meditation.

"There wasn't much here before, last time I was around."

[thewheelturns]

Naoto watches closely as he moves, taking in the skill there. She's now certain he must be a shinobi, but she doesn't see a sign of a village from where she's standing. So she approaches to a polite distance as he addresses her, maybe a little self-consciously adjusting her hitai-ate, and making sure the knots and folds that keep it covering her hair are neat.

"Whether or not you have trespassed depends on your purpose in coming here." Her phrasing is boyish, though the pitch marks her as a girl, and because this man is so much older, she doesn't try to sound rough and tough, but instead speaks politely.

"We in Whirlpools have worked hard to rebuild what was lost."

[thatoldfossil]

"So it is true, then." His words are soft, barely over a whisper. For the barest flicker of a moment, he is overcome, but the emotion passes faster than the blink of an eye, leaving a calm exterior in its place, masking the mingled feelings of joy and heartache. His old mentors had lectured him about it, but there was always something solid about seeing things with ones own eyes that made the truths one knows so much more vibrantly clear.

His voice pitches back to its usual volume, polite. "I was simply passing through to meditate, as you have seen. I hadn't realized I'd wandered so close to a village." There is a part of him that says Uzushiogakure should be a good few miles southeast still, but he quashes it ruthlessly, and then, finally, let's it go. A relic of an old age, with little place in the new one he finds himself living in.

He should leave it at that, but something in him—some old loyalty, to a bygone world of a bygone age, perhaps—won't let him just walk away. So instead he says, "It is a noble thing you are all doing: rebuilding from the ashes and starting anew."

[thewheelturns]

Naoto picks up the words and suddenly she's far more curious than defensive. If he had come here wondering if something was true, that something likely being the rebuilding of Uzushio, could he be one of the older generation that knew old Uzushio? All Naoto has of it is vague memories of her parents' stories, before a difficult mission in Iwa got them both killed. She's much too young to have even been born there, and sometimes she regrets her youth.

"I understand. The rebuilding has changed the locations of many things in Whirlpools in one way or another. May I assume that you've visited this country frequently in the past?"

In response to the second statement Naoto looks away, not sure how to answer. One one hand, it is a noble thing, but would acknowledging that seem arrogant? She wishes to be seen as tough and strong, of course, but not arrogant.

2, sword enthusiasts unite

[withfocus]

Moving up in the ranks meant increasingly odd variations of normal missions. He'd had retrieval missions, and missions involving helping out with plants, but this was new. Hiking out to the middle of nowhere to collect a rare flower.

He had summoned a pair of bird-sized moths to help him locate the flower. These two were fast and agile, if a little noisy, and he followed one into a clearing to see what it was so excited about. Naoki finds the scene unusually peaceful for all that he just came across a foreign ninja. "Hello."

Naoki's sword stays on his back, in its sheath. Appearances can be deceiving but he's not worried about running into a fight. They're in more or less neutral territory that doesn't require suspicion or action from either side.

swiggity swooty

[thatoldfossil]

Kenobi doesn't react at all, not when Naoki speaks, not even when one of the large summon-moths settles on the tip of his nose, rather happily, likely enjoying the slow separation and drain of natural energy that he releases around him back into his surroundings as he slowly meditates. Instead he calmly and patiently continues as though nothing has disturbed his peace, and Once he finishes his exercise, he opens his eyes and gives the moth a friendly smile, offering out a hand to which it happily shifts. "Hello there, little one, who are you leading about on this fine day, hm?"

He stands, slowly, careful not to disturb the moth. He takes up his sword and rises in one smooth movement, sheathing it carefully and turning towards Naoki with a smile. "I take it this delightful little one is yours?" He offers out the hand with the moth, which finally takes off from where it rests upon his fingertips.