Post by Eomer on May 30, 2005 11:10:13 GMT -5
((I need someone else to play Anakin for this one))
That was something, he was glad not to be alone. The war was indeed toying with peoples emotions, war usually did and especially once on such a grand scale that seemed to suddenly be upon them with little warning. He had even sensed that the Jedi council’s awareness levels were on a high, everyone was itchy, twitching for the big battle to come. It was always worst waiting for the storm, especially when you weren’t a hundred percent certain of where it was going to come from. He himself hated waiting , the build up on anticipation made you make silly mistakes you wouldn’t normally make. He didn’t know whether to be thankful or annoyed that his mind was thankfully occupied by the behaviour of his apprentice, he guessed he ought to be thankful for not having anytime to just sit around and stare out of a window wondering where the next day might have him.
Currently Obi-Wan was stood outside a tall door and was looking rather annoyed. Once again his apprentice had stood him up and was nowhere to be seen, he had missed the meeting and he was running out of excuses for the boy. He shook his head and glanced down the long tall corridor, left then right, there was no point though. There was nobody around but himself. A shred of hope that Anakin might be able to tear himself away from the Chancellor for just one moment to update them and as for getting him out of the melee’s that took place in the Outer Rim, ha. Ridiculous presumption really, he sighed to himself and crossed his arms, tucking his hands inside the overly large sleeves of his Jedi robe and decided waiting any longer would be just a pointless waste of time because he knew he wasn’t going to appear and he could stand here all he liked.
Without a word or an apparent decision he suddenly raised his arms, pulling the dark brown woven hood over his head and set off down the corridor. This was getting ridiculous, Anakin was listening more to a politician than his own Master, he felt frustrated and offended but yet he couldn’t find room to actually dislike the boy his choices, he had to patient with him. He was powerful and time should have been allowed for him to find himself before this war came. In fact in hindsight perhaps Obi-Wan was not the best mentor the boy could have had, although there was no one to blame but himself, at the loss of his own Master he had believed himself ready to teach the boy. Well the boy was no longer a boy but he still had that same spirit of getting on with it and following his heart. The Council had assigned the pair of them to head off after General Grievous in an attempt to stop his droid army but he had managed to delay the ship setting off for three days in the hopes that Anakin might actually return in that amount of time. Obi-Wan could see himself going it alone with the Clone army. But he was going to wait this time. He taught patience, yes, and he knew he had to be patient.
That was something, he was glad not to be alone. The war was indeed toying with peoples emotions, war usually did and especially once on such a grand scale that seemed to suddenly be upon them with little warning. He had even sensed that the Jedi council’s awareness levels were on a high, everyone was itchy, twitching for the big battle to come. It was always worst waiting for the storm, especially when you weren’t a hundred percent certain of where it was going to come from. He himself hated waiting , the build up on anticipation made you make silly mistakes you wouldn’t normally make. He didn’t know whether to be thankful or annoyed that his mind was thankfully occupied by the behaviour of his apprentice, he guessed he ought to be thankful for not having anytime to just sit around and stare out of a window wondering where the next day might have him.
Currently Obi-Wan was stood outside a tall door and was looking rather annoyed. Once again his apprentice had stood him up and was nowhere to be seen, he had missed the meeting and he was running out of excuses for the boy. He shook his head and glanced down the long tall corridor, left then right, there was no point though. There was nobody around but himself. A shred of hope that Anakin might be able to tear himself away from the Chancellor for just one moment to update them and as for getting him out of the melee’s that took place in the Outer Rim, ha. Ridiculous presumption really, he sighed to himself and crossed his arms, tucking his hands inside the overly large sleeves of his Jedi robe and decided waiting any longer would be just a pointless waste of time because he knew he wasn’t going to appear and he could stand here all he liked.
Without a word or an apparent decision he suddenly raised his arms, pulling the dark brown woven hood over his head and set off down the corridor. This was getting ridiculous, Anakin was listening more to a politician than his own Master, he felt frustrated and offended but yet he couldn’t find room to actually dislike the boy his choices, he had to patient with him. He was powerful and time should have been allowed for him to find himself before this war came. In fact in hindsight perhaps Obi-Wan was not the best mentor the boy could have had, although there was no one to blame but himself, at the loss of his own Master he had believed himself ready to teach the boy. Well the boy was no longer a boy but he still had that same spirit of getting on with it and following his heart. The Council had assigned the pair of them to head off after General Grievous in an attempt to stop his droid army but he had managed to delay the ship setting off for three days in the hopes that Anakin might actually return in that amount of time. Obi-Wan could see himself going it alone with the Clone army. But he was going to wait this time. He taught patience, yes, and he knew he had to be patient.