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Who: Ezra + Obi-wan. Ezra+Michael, Ezra+Ariadne
What: closed prompt in comments.
When: Evening of 2/25, and also general end of the month
Where: Obi-wan's house in Cassandra, Michael's shop, Rooftops of Trench

Content Warnings: Blood, offscreen deaths, aftermath of mass battle, grief, some corruption, others in tags

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"Oh, yeah? How's that?"

Michael doesn't...tend to agree with a lot of other immortals about a lot of things, but he's always curious about them! Good to know what you're dealing with, if nothing else.

"He called himself Bendu, and he just sort of....there on this planet we were using for a base. Bendu told Kanan - that was my master, my teacher - that he was 'the one in the middle'. Between Light and Dark, I guess. And his Thing certainly seemed to be what he considered balance. Internal - he helped Kanan figure out how to deal with being blinded. And between people. Kanan and I hadn't been, uh communicating well, since his injury. And Bendu helped with that in a weird way, too."

He shrugs. "But then he also got really mad at Kanan when our enemies found us. Blames us for disturbing his rest and thoughts, I guess."

"Mmmh. I get bored pretty easily, alone like that." Michael shrugs, non-committal. To each their own, he guesses, but who wants to just hang out on a planet on their own forever? Or even for a century?

"We've got plenty of neutral beings, too. They're mostly just boring. No emotions or anything, lots of numbers." He's talking idly. The Accountants and Neutral Janets aren't of great interest. "Here, how do we feel about this?" He flips the notebook to show a picture, just sketched. The tunic isn't entirely in the style of Obi-Wan - it's a little more visually interesting than that - and in emerald green for right now.

"That looks good," Ezra says with a nod, and glancing to give Michael a smile.

"And if you want to get creative, I know I saw at the temple that pattern or embroidery in the tabards that go over the tunic, that was a thing."

"Oooh, that sounds fun! What sort of patterns - like, just geometric, or...?"

He takes the sketchpad back; he's definitely gonna spice up at least a few of these, now that he's been given license. Maybe just a few, so Ezra can have something fancy and something casual.

"Well, it was up to the individual Jedi, it seemed like. Coming from their birth culture's sometimes. There's some patterns that are traditional on my home world, that I could sketch out. There's probably stuff from here that means things, too."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure!" Michael lights up, immediately sliding the pencil and notepad over to Ezra. There's plenty of space in the margins, and more blank pages there if needed. "Humans care a lot about things like that, right? Demon culture's not super strong - not like that, anyway - but I've talked to a lot of people."

Ezra tilts his head in puzzlement, before he picks up the pencil and starts drawing. "Do demons not usually do much art?"

He sketches out patterns of lines and circles that can be found in various parts of Lothal, although he doesn't try to do the stylized animals. Just the abstract bits he remembers.

"Oh, no, it's really not done. There's a lot of reasons, probably." Vulnerability, for sure - it's dangerous to put yourself out there in front of demons, and art necessarily involves doing that. Plus, Michael just...doesn't think any of them really know how to be creative?

He leans forward, watching Ezra sketch. "I had to work for thousands of years before I got important enough to be able to squeeze some in. And even then, I had to pretend it wasn't for that." The Good Place was very fun to design! He got a lot of stuff in under the guise of "it's for an elaborate torture scheme", honestly.

He pauses, and glances up. "So there's definitely some nice things about being here, for you, huh?"

Michael shrugs. This place may not be bad by his standards, at least not all of the time, but he's not sure he'd go quite that far. "I haven't lived among other demons for a few centuries. I was actually doing alright, back at home. Mostly just me and my friends, and a bunch of other humans."

[Well now he feels like he's stuck his foot in it, and winces.]

Sorry, shouldn't have assumed.

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