While he had most definitely wanted to trade in the blistering heat of Mustafar for something much cooler, this isn't exactly what he had in mind. Obi-Wan found himself waking up in a place he had not at all expected. His Jedi robes, which had been singed by falling ash, were now completely soaked through and heavy.
With a mouth full of sand, the Jedi sputtered and coughed, spitting the offending grit out. He suddenly felt like he could relate with Anakin's aversion to the stuff.
Anakin
A surge of grief filled his heart, and he tried to release it into the Force. ... The Force. There's something very wrong here. He couldn't feel it, he couldn't sense anything around him.
Thus as he tries to push himself up, fighting back panic, he doesn't expect to see the barrel of a shotgun pointed right at him. Blue eyes blink at it in confusion. Was it a blaster? It didn't look quite right. Either way, he could see the fear in the eyes of the person who held it. It was clearly a weapon of some sort.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you," Obi-Wan says as calmly as he can muster while raising his hands.
2 - Pamphlets
Obi-Wan is nothing if not a studious sort. Thus as soon as he managed to get his bearings, he quickly started looking for as much information about this place as he possibly could. There were all sorts of questions, naturally. How did he get here? Why was he here? What happened to his link to the Force? He managed to get some answers, though most were not very satisfying.
Even so, he had to start adjusting to his surroundings, and supposedly wait for the inevitable change that would occur. So when he had varying pamphlets shoved at him, he was more than happy to take them.
Thus Obi-Wan could easily be found sitting on a random bench, one booted leg resting on his knee and looking rather comfortable, while perusing through the little stack. His hand idly stroking his ruddy beard as he read, seemingly not paying attention to much else around him. The one titled "Alternatives to Human Flesh" was of particular interest to him, as was "The Change and You". The more silly and unhelpful ones had been sorted into their own pile and rested next to him.
4 - The Changening
It was bound to happen. He knew that it would. Though honestly Obi-Wan had hoped to find some sort of escape or solution before it did. That was clearly not the case however.
The Jedi could be found sitting in the shade of a tree, doing his best to meditate. He just didn't feel right. He knew that it must be happening, and it certainly was. On top of the strange feelings, his eyes felt oddly sensitive to light, thus why he was in the shade.
Not only that, but his nails were growing at an alarming rate, making it almost look like he had claws. Any effort to trim them didn't last for very long.
Then there was the headaches and the pain as a pair of pointed horns erupted from his head. It didn't take long for them to branch out into a couple tines, making it clear that they were actually antlers.
Despite having read about it all, it hadn't been quite enough to prepare him for what was coming, and the almost empty comfort of meditation was the only thing he had to try and cope.
Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars
While he had most definitely wanted to trade in the blistering heat of Mustafar for something much cooler, this isn't exactly what he had in mind. Obi-Wan found himself waking up in a place he had not at all expected. His Jedi robes, which had been singed by falling ash, were now completely soaked through and heavy.
With a mouth full of sand, the Jedi sputtered and coughed, spitting the offending grit out. He suddenly felt like he could relate with Anakin's aversion to the stuff.
Anakin
A surge of grief filled his heart, and he tried to release it into the Force. ... The Force. There's something very wrong here. He couldn't feel it, he couldn't sense anything around him.
Thus as he tries to push himself up, fighting back panic, he doesn't expect to see the barrel of a shotgun pointed right at him. Blue eyes blink at it in confusion. Was it a blaster? It didn't look quite right. Either way, he could see the fear in the eyes of the person who held it. It was clearly a weapon of some sort.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you," Obi-Wan says as calmly as he can muster while raising his hands.
2 - Pamphlets
Obi-Wan is nothing if not a studious sort. Thus as soon as he managed to get his bearings, he quickly started looking for as much information about this place as he possibly could. There were all sorts of questions, naturally. How did he get here? Why was he here? What happened to his link to the Force? He managed to get some answers, though most were not very satisfying.
Even so, he had to start adjusting to his surroundings, and supposedly wait for the inevitable change that would occur. So when he had varying pamphlets shoved at him, he was more than happy to take them.
Thus Obi-Wan could easily be found sitting on a random bench, one booted leg resting on his knee and looking rather comfortable, while perusing through the little stack. His hand idly stroking his ruddy beard as he read, seemingly not paying attention to much else around him. The one titled "Alternatives to Human Flesh" was of particular interest to him, as was "The Change and You". The more silly and unhelpful ones had been sorted into their own pile and rested next to him.
4 - The Changening
It was bound to happen. He knew that it would. Though honestly Obi-Wan had hoped to find some sort of escape or solution before it did. That was clearly not the case however.
The Jedi could be found sitting in the shade of a tree, doing his best to meditate. He just didn't feel right. He knew that it must be happening, and it certainly was. On top of the strange feelings, his eyes felt oddly sensitive to light, thus why he was in the shade.
Not only that, but his nails were growing at an alarming rate, making it almost look like he had claws. Any effort to trim them didn't last for very long.
Then there was the headaches and the pain as a pair of pointed horns erupted from his head. It didn't take long for them to branch out into a couple tines, making it clear that they were actually antlers.
Despite having read about it all, it hadn't been quite enough to prepare him for what was coming, and the almost empty comfort of meditation was the only thing he had to try and cope.