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[ezra_of_lothal]

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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Obi-wan

[ezra_of_lothal]

Kanan told him once that you won not by beating your opponent, but by surviving. Well, he's alive. The massive beast never made it past the beach head, so the town at large survived, too.

Today still doesn't feel like victory. He should stay with the rest of the battle group, to clean up wreckage and sit with those mourning.

If he were Jedi he should be, he'd do that. He's just a halfway decent fighter, half trained in a tradition that maybe, on a very good day, he sometimes lives up to.

It's tempting to limp away, find somewhere to hide, and see how long it takes anyone to notice. But for one thing, he did make Anakin Skywalker a promise.

Obi-wan said he was always welcome, and that's also tempting in a couple of different ways. He won't stay long, he promises himself.

He tries to clean up before he heads to the Jedi Master's home, but there's probably no mistaking he just left a battlefield, even with a fresh cloak over everything else.

What he doesn't notice, that might also be a clue, is the flecks of amber color in his irises.

"Can I come in?" he asks, voice low, when the door opens.

Michael

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He'd meant to come by the shop again, before this, and thank Michael for his help in his first weeks here in Trench. And then time just...slipped away from him. To be fair, a chunk of it had been taken up preparing for the Leviathan.

And now that was over with, he had a slightly more concrete reason to come by.

He offers the...well, he's still not sure what Michael is, aside from probably not as human as he looks at first glance. He offers a smile anyway.

"I never properly thanked you for loaning your, er, pocket dimension. And I guess asking you to do work isn't really thanking you, either-" The teenager rubs the back of his neck, aware he's mucking this all up already.

"How does commissioning you usually go?"

Ariadne

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So, he doesn't actually hide after the big fight. But he does, after the raw pain of the experience eases a little, perch on top of a roof of one of the multistory buildings in town.

Sometimes he still misses his tower, out in the grasslands of Lothal.

He's trying not to think too hard, mostly watching the sky and the occasional bird or cat-bat go by.

...oh, hey, that looks more like a person with wings? Wait-

"Airy?" he calls out.

Obi-wan (some time later)

[ezra_of_lothal]

[Ezra still wasn't completely sure this was a good idea. Wanting things didn't make them a good idea.

But he doesn't really like the idea of Obi-wan feeling isolated while Anakin is being even more withdrawn, either, and he knows he has himself has been feeling lonely, so -

Making himself at home, it is.

He's up early in the mornings. He tries to stay especially quiet at those hours. Hot beverage, then a solid block of meditation, then actually making breakfast, if it's not made yet.

Then after mid morning, he's often out, to the Archives, and other community oriented tasks he's set for himself.

A couple of days in, he stands in the zen garden area, lightsaber in hand. Maybe he should ask first? No, that's dumb. Surely Master Kenobi fully expects him to work on his forms.

He ignites the green blade and goes through katas. Shii-Cho first. Then Soresu. ]