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[And, this is a very non-canon Shinichi, to be seen floating cross-legged with his eyes shut in the middle of the lobby. If you've seen the Star Wars prequels, you might recognise the brown Jedi robes and leather tunic as being padawan wear, and most notably for his rank, the braid that hung down over his shoulder onto his front.

After just a moment hovering there, he opens his eyes with a snap and falls to the floor with a rather undignified thump. He's starting to look worried.]

Stars, it's as though everyone just... disappeared. [Cue pacing around, not really taking anything in, but he's still talking to uh, himself. Or the Force. Take your pick. You might also be able to recognise the familiar-looking metal cylinder bumping against his leg.] Of course, I didn't feel them die, they simply vanished, not... and aside from that, I can feel a whole load of people here, too...

(ooc: This is a free verse, so feel free to play around in the sandbox - I'm still testing it out, and I what I write up here and in the character journal are mostly all I've got on it. Have fun~)

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That is what I was looking for.

[Conan glances at the corridors leading out of the lobby, sizing them up. Food is very important in the offering of hospitality so it would make sense that it would be somewhere off the larger and grander of the two corridors. He looks at his companion to see if he agrees.] That way?

[Since he's new and so doesn't know anything much about the Mansion at all, he agrees to follow the boy in the hope that he'd know more than Shinichi. After all, Conan's been there longer, right?]

[Been here longer, yes. But he's also been in disgrace, spending much of that time sitting outside Ran-neesama's door waiting to be forgiven. It's pure luck that the hallway they've chosen leads to the dining room and kitchen.]

... how do you become a ... padawan?

[Nevertheless, Shinichi follows. Completely oblivious to all that.]

One becomes a padawan in much the same way that one would become chosen by a Master in any other trade - Master Sae Tu saw me in the Temple and chose to train me.

Why were you in the temple?

Because I live there. All Jedi have rooms at the Temple. Although now, I spend more time journeying around the galaxy with my Master than I do at home...

[Shinichi is getting considerably more interest.] Are you an orphan? Or did your parents lose you too?

Those brought up by the Jedi are taken from their families from a young age to learn the ways of the Force.

[He doesn't sound all that bothered by this, but is on the other hand bothered by what Conan is saying. The child was lost?]

You are a foster-child? Or apprenticed that young? [Conan, meanwhile, is more curious than bothered.

As the hall opens on to many doors he pauses. Open them all and risk disturbing powerful spirits? Or --

He pauses, sniffing the air delicately. After a moment's thought, he points to the second door on the left.] I think that one.

Apprenticed that young - my parents are still alive, I think.

[He laughs.] The judgement of the nose - so very rarely wrong when it comes to food!

Ah.

[Has he done something wrong or not? Conan hesitates, looking uncertainly at the other.]

[Slightly confused at that, as Shinichi had only meant it as a lighthearted joke. So, feeling Conan's hesitation, he goes ahead and opens the door, expecting to find food.

Hello, dining room.]

[And, more happily this time ...] Ah.

[Shinichi went further into the room, inspecting what was on the tables.]

...I've never even seen some of these foods before.

[Conan follows closely behind, unwilling to be left behind but worried about their intrusion.] Is this really all right?

It should be... I don't see how anyone could be offended. It would be worse to let the food go to waste, no?

[Conan nods, in agreement.] That is one of the tenements of a priest.

I'd have to agree with your priesthood there, then!

Are you not merely hungry?

[You get a shrug for that.] I ate not too long ago. But even so, my Master calls me a stomach on legs more often than not.

[Conan relaxes. This spirit cannot be too dangerous then.] I would not mind some rice.

[Good choice. He knew about rice. Shinichi searched over the table a little, and found it, along with all the other traditional Japanese foods. Conan gets waved over.]

Is this what you meant?

[Conan abandons his puzzled contemplation of a ice swan sculpture to take a long, nodding in evident approval.]

That is it.

[ ... you take some first.]

[Shinichi caught onto the idea, what with how Conan was feeling uneasy and suspicious of it all. He didn't need much prompting, too.]

It's good.

[Conan is still suspicious and uneasy, but he's finding it increasingly harder to forget how hungry he is. Following Shinichi's lead goes here.]

It really is.