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abraxaslogs2023-04-12 03:13 pm
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[Closed] Horizon Meditations with Castiel
At least, that is his current excuse.
Having the Wisteria, however, and the closest thing to the Jedi Temple since his arrival in this world at his fingertips may be most of the reason he remains. The world beyond feels...unbalanced. He should not be the only point of light he is able to feel, nevermind the dull migraine he has most days due to a strange intensity in the energy of this world.
Here, at least, he is able to center himself.
Currently meditating at the base of the wisteria, Obi-Wan hovers cross legged in quiet contemplation and meditation, robes floating about him as though underwater when he senses someone enter his domain. Without dropping his eyes open, taking in...
A singularly concerned looking man. Brows lifted, he offers a smile from where he remains, hovering in the air, hands resting lightly on his knees. ]
Hello there.
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stepping a single foot into obi-wan's newly cultivated space, a profound tranquility washes over him in a soothing wave, seeming to slow down time and drag him into an endless, mesmerizing pool of serenity, floating thoughtless and purposeless along with a calm, unhurried current. all the buzz and sirens and screeching in his mind gently, lovingly hushed, like a fussing child in a mother's lap.
after a month trapped in the nightmare world of the pit, choking on a grim and harsh survivalism, entangled in madness brought on by the ritual, it's a salve to an infected wound. tension melts from his shoulders, and there's an urge to simply find a nice rock and sit - enjoy the beauty and splendor of the environment and allow his mind to unfold. it's a peace he's never known, not in heaven, on earth, or meditation at the lowest point of the mariana trench. the enveloping serenity, the intimate assurance of such a precise and personal knowing love, is breathtaking. for a long moment, castiel's simply standing several yards from obi-wan, swaying gently with the breeze, and watching the robes about him curve and twist, like dancing kelp in a sea bed. ]
Hello. [ a dazed greeting, cas lifting a single hand. the will taken to move his limbs is enough to reel him back into his body, and he abruptly straightens, clears his throat, a measure of strict tension in his back and shoulders returning as he remembers himself. ] Master Kenobi. My apologies.
[ it's not that he didn't mean to interrupt, he did, he's rude when dean winchester is missing. But Cas might've been more respectful if he'd know it was Obi-Wan. (probably a little suspect that he did, immediately, recognize obi-wan, though they've only exchanged writing so far, but that's the furthest thing from his mind) ]
I'm, um. I'm looking for a man - a friend, he's gone missing.
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Curious. ]
I can't say I've had any visitors just yet- you are the first.
[ Where his visitor is upright and tense, Obi-Wan is open, warm and fluid, stepping down around the few boulders until he's at his guest's level, gesturing to a gazebo covered in crystalline ivy. ]
But perhaps I can help you in your search. Come, sit, I'll prepare caf or tea. I think I may have a bottle of brandy if that's something you need.
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The one I mentioned on the network before. Here, this may help.
[ Cas tugs the mugshot of dean from inside his coat and offers it to Obi-Wan. and now it clicks that he shouldn’t have immediately known the man on sight, with an internal wince. His attention to detail’s really slipping these last couple weeks home from the pit, hopefully it goes unnoticed. ]
We spoke earlier, I’m Castiel.
[ as Obi-wan moves for the gazebo, Cas zeros in on the kyber tree, pacing up to press a bare palm against it. Brows furrowed, he feels for the energy beneath the crystallized bark. ]
Tea would be fine, thank you. [ a distracted mutter. Another time, he might’ve chosen brandy, but he can’t spare the focus at a time like this. Cas closes his eyes, breathing in deeply and drawing at the flow of energy within the wisteria. ] This crystalline tree, is it something from your home?
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[ the ritual of preparing tea shall always and ever bring Obi-wan no small measure of peace and grounding in the midst of chaos and uncertainty. Here in his domain everything in the gazebo is humble, plain, but rich with memory. The set is the same he used for years as Qui-Gon's Padawan, the blend a richly spiced gift from Mace, the plate of brightly colored fruit (jogun, papple, melioroon) resting and ready to be sliced as he learned to offer his Padawan, Anakin.
Slices of Familiarity, of home. ]
It is and it isn't. The shape of it- yes. My favorite tree and safe haven in the room of a thousand fountains at the Jedi temple looks much like this, but of the usual organic material. The crystal, now...I believe I intuitively recreated the shape and feeling of Kyber from Ilum, combining it with that tree. Two places I have always felt certain, safe, and connected to the Force.
I have heard rumors of crystal trees in the edges of wild space- but nothing like this. May I ask why?
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[ no man likes to be told his fate's been written, and cas would rather not put his new friend on the spot, to make him feel more known than knowing.
cas can feel the energy thrumming through the tree just under his palm, nearly a warmth to it. the hum of serenity lulling his mind deepens, and it's clear this tree is the source. he tries to picture obi-wan's words in his mind - a 'room of a thousand fountains' and a wisteria with a canopied curtain of lavender flowers. ]
It must be a very large room, or very small fountains. [ he sighs, reluctantly pulling away from the tree to follow Obi-wan to the gazebo, observing him performing his tea ritual with pensive interest. ] Tending nature does have a meditative, healing effect, but I've never known a plant to give off such an intense soothing effect as this. I was just wondering if it's real somewhere, or purely imagination. What's Kyber?
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[ Obi-Wan murmurs with no little amusement, setting the tea aside to steep. Some leosylph kits drift and float along a cool breeze, darting amid fluttering, reflective light not entirely unlike falling petals. ]
Kyber crystals are...not quite sentient, but resonant in the force, and are often used as a focus or channel for lightsabers. I can't say I've ever seen them grow quite like this, but they and their energy do resonate with organic life and plants in particular, so perhaps there is somewhere in my galaxy with something close to this tree. The Kyber caves of Ilum are where Jedi have traveled as younglings to find the crystal for their lightsabers and...it is a challenge. You face yourself and the elements in your seeking, but the caves as a whole?
[ Voice in a lilting, soothing intonation that speaks of a common lecture, Obi-Wan pours two cups of tea. ]
Never before have I felt that a world in its entirety cared for me. Not the people on it, but the planet itself. The sensation is as humbling as it is soothing; and in my...discomfort in not having any other Jedi in the Free Cities that I can feel or connect with? I may have pulled on the sensation to feel less isolated.
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Lightsaber. I've known light to be destructive, but only when wielded by angels. How have you made effective swords from it? [ He knows, he's seen the movies, but again, he'd rather hear Obi-wan describe it. The crystals must be some kind of conduit for Force, which is, as Cas understands it, the ambient energy of the universe, of creation and life. God isn't so much a singular entity, but spread out among all things in Obi-wan's reality. As a being composed of energy and light, the concept of being drawn through a crystal and altered into power for a weapon is partly terrifying, and another part intriguing. Not something he'd ever try, but intriguing. ]
You face yourself. How do mean?
[ What did Obi-wan face in that cave? What facet of himself did he have to overcome to move past it towards self-mastery? The description of the caves, however, feel so much like heaven, cas feel an ache in him for home. If all beings could feel the love and care an environment has for them, how the purpose and mission of the earth beneath their feet is to nurture the life it provides, perhaps humanity would find inner peace more accessibly. ]
That feeling of isolation, I understand it. [ He glances down into his tea, swirling it in the cup. ] I've been... unwelcome in my home, Heaven, in the dimension I came from. It's both our purpose to power Heaven, and the source that amplifies our abilities, a kind of symbiosis. But my brethren and I had several unfortunate disagreements. Being away so long, it feels like an emptiness. A missing piece.
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[ He pauses, sipping from his own cup as he considers his own youthful fancies when deigning his saber, how foolish it was, and how content he is with the form he's chosen to master. ]
Ultimately they are an extension of ourselves and our oath to the Republic and greater galaxy we serve. To protect peace, preserve justice and democracy. My favored saber form is one specifically designed to defend; and I've trained many a padawan in it's techniques.
[ With the war on it's become something of a requirement, but- he puts that thought aside. As much as he might worry for his friends at home, there is nothing he can do for them here. ]
...It is a trial, to find your kyber crystal. The caves are full of stones, finding the one that resonates with you, that is meant for you- it means facing your flaws. Fear, anger, isolation, an inability to let go and move forward, resentment. Whatever may hold you back from reaching your full potential as a Jedi, what might prevent you from becoming the best possible version of yourself- that is what you face. To carry Kyber, to use it to craft a lightsaber- it is a rite of passage and a responsibility.
[ He'd seen- many things he'd care not to elaborate on, having had a less than normal past compared to the other initiates; so he's content to move on to the next subject. ]
A hollow ache. As though you are stretching your hand out in the dark where you know you should find a hand grasping for yours in turn, but there is nothing.
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I wish angels had so strong a code for violence in the name of defense and protection. I'd be interested to see this saber form some time, if you're willing to share it.
How is it that the Jedi decide who is worthy of defense or protection? Not all conflicts are simply good and evil.
[ mortals and humanity is so much more vastly complicated. both sides can be doing something they consider defending themselves, and it can be reasonably true for each. how does a jedi make that call? ]
Fascinating. [ these caves full of kyber crystals. for inanimate nature to bring forth such visions that lead jedi to such intimate personal growth, he wonders at their true nature. ] Do you imagine there's a hallucinogenic property to the caves, or a spirit that possesses it? Or is it simply the conduit nature of the stone for the living Force?
[ with the force being a creation energy simply dispersed rather than held by a single being, perhaps these crystals were somehow more saturated. perhaps there was, once, a single being, that chose to divide itself throughout its creation, cas wonders. such an altruistic, selfless act, one his world's god clearly had no interest in. ]
Yes, exactly. This feeling, it's just how you say. [ incidentally, it also accurately describes the feeling left behind with dean's absence. cas supposes, in many ways, dean became his new home, once heaven was lost to him. dean, sam, the impala, and later, the bunker - places where dean exists, places he goes to find him. those are what became home for him. ]