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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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[Even the most patient of odd children gets hungry eventually, and Conan has given up his vigil outside Ran's door to go in search of food. Coming down the stairs quietly he is treated to a sight strange by anyone's standards.

Ironic that the person most obviously a spirit would also be the first person -- bar Ran -- that Conan's seen dressed anything like a normal person. He pauses at the bottom of the stairs, wondering whether to approach the other -- who looks strangely familiar in a way he can't place yet -- or sneak away. Before he can make a decision, his stomach makes one for him -- by growling loudly.]

I saw that! You were definitely floating! [Ran is estatic, beaming as she approaches Shinichi, clearly extremely excited.]

Was. [Grumpy. He recognises her voice, knows that face, but her Force-signature is different. Not very much, but all the same. Not to mention the fact that her clothes are all wrong.] I was floating. All things are possible when dealing with the Force, miss.

[Shinichi had felt the boy coming in the Force, but the feeling he got from the boy was an odd one. Almost as though it could have been an echo. But weird feelings from the Force or not, it was still just a boy. He stopped pacing, and turned to face Conan with a bright smile on his face.]

Hungry are you, youngling? I'm afraid I don't know where they keep the food here, but maybe we should try and find it together, hm?

[...totally treating Conan as a real little kid. He doesn't know any better.]

[Ran recognises the grumpiness, but attributes it to entirely the wrong cause.] It's all right! You don't have to worry about people freaking out about it. Well, they will, but it's all right. We're all different here.

[... Ironically, neither does this Conan.]

[The voice sounds different somehow -- though how he knows it sounds different is something that Conan is trying not to think about. Food on the other hand ...]

Is that really all right?

[That difference might be because to him, he's speaking Basic. The Mansion's handily translating, though.

He smiles again, and straightens.]

I don't feel anything Dark in here, and it would be poor hosts indeed who wouldn't let a hungry child find something to eat. And I'll speak in your defence if they do.

[Even as just a padawan, he was respected well enough by most people that just his word would be enough.]

[The fact that he's never heard his own voice on someone else might also have something to do with it -- not that Conan's got any idea of that. Interestingly enough, the speech patterns seem reassuringly normal and Conan answers after only a moment's hesitation.]

Don't trouble yourself on my part. I do not fear spirits; only their tricks. If there is trouble, I will share in it.

[Blinks. She's kind of caught him off guard, there.]

Why would anyone freak out about a Jedi using the Force? The Jedi are the peace keepers of the galaxy. [A hand rises to his neck, a sign of very slight embarrassment.] Besides, I was only meditating. And not very well...

[If it gives Shinichi any satisfaction, he's just returned the favour. Ran is confused.]

Well, for a start I don't know what you mean by Jedi or Force and for another ... anyone might think you were flying. [The last word sounds distinctly wistful.]

...You really don't know what I'm talking about, do you? [He can sense it through the Force - she's telling the truth.] It's ... I'll admit that it's weird to think about somewhere that there aren't any Jedi.

[A smile as he shakes his head.] No, no flying without something to pilot. We can hover, and jump further and higher than those without access to the Force, but no flying, I'm afraid.

[Shinichi frowned slightly. Not much, but...]

You're only a child. I may only be a padawan, but I know how to deal with trouble. [He pats his 'saber with a hopefully reassuring smile on his face.]

[Ran shakes her head in response to Shinichi's question, listening to his explanation. Her disappointment is palpable.]

... oh.

[It takes her a moment to shake it off.]

You called me 'Miss' before. Does that mean I need to introduce myself?

[Conan blinks.] I do not know padawan.

I apologise if I'm not what you expected, miss - and I'm afraid we've only met once or twice before. [He bows, jedi-style.] I am Jedi Padawan Shinichi Kudo. My Master, Sae Tu, is sadly not here.

[Waiting patiently for her to reply. He thinks he knows her, but if she didn't know who he was, or even about Jedi or the Force, then... he might not.

That twinge of disappointment just now at the thought will go ignored.]

[And because he's just plain used to the fact of Jedi in the galaxy, Shinichi mirrors his blink.] The rank of Padawan is that of someone who has been chosen by a Knight or Master to be trained in the use of the Force. It is much akin to an apprentice on any world where people get by without the aid of the Force.

Only once or twice? That's -- different. I see Shinichi everyday.

[Ran copies his bow.] I'm Mouri Ran, but you knew that.

Ah. [Apprentice he knows.] I would be apprentice to Araide-sensei if I were older, but I am not.

[Pause.] What do you mean by force?

[He smiles, remembering the last time he saw her in his world.] I have lived my life mostly within the Jedi Temple, or travelling with my Master. The Ran that I know lives steadily on Coruscant, perhaps a few hours' travel away by speeder. But since she is not Jedi, we have only encountered one another by chance, so far.

It is strange, though. That we must look and sound so similar, but that the Force tells me we're different... very strange indeed.

[He's silently intriuged by the idea of seeing someone like her on a day-to-day basis. He's still Shinichi, of course...]

Araide? Where I am from, there is a Healer with that name. If they are at all similar, I am sure you will do well as soon as you come of age.

[A pause, before he goes off into a Shinichi-style ~~rant~~ explanation on the Force.]

The Force is an energy field that surrounds all living things, and is what gives a Jedi his or her power. It penetrates us, binds the galaxy together, and guides us in all things, even if we don't know or trust in it, but if we do trust in the Force, then all things are possible. It is the duty of the Jedi to maintain peace in the galaxy.

[Conan listens seriously to the other's explanation, nodding thoughtfully -- it is different, but it makes a sort of sense.] I do not think we know of the Force. Araide-sensei was a healer once, but is a priest now and it is in that he wishes to teach me.

[He pauses, then decides that it is only fair the other knows the risks.] This mansion is a place of great strangeness. It is said to be a place between worlds; and no one knows who its owners are or what they might do.

[Ran smiles wryly at the 'different' comment -- Shinichi has no idea.] This place is like that. You're always meeting people you know, but they're not the people you know.

Shinichi and I were first neighbours, then classmates, then friends. Even now we go to the same school. Or we did, I mean.

What's the Ran you know like?

I... see. I'm afraid I'd have to see more to be able to truly understand, and my Master would say that I should meditate on the matter, but I think I see. [The fact that she's also a Ran and she says she knows a different him helps. Kind of.]

The Ran that I know is much like you are - patient, compassionate and strong. Not to mention very independant. I can only imagine that it is what comes when one's father is a retired officer of the guard. In our short number of encounters, we have got on well together. My Master says that the friendship might turn out to be a healthy one.

[Not mentioning the fact that his Master thinks so because his ego came down slightly last time he saw her.]

Don't worry. It takes a while to get used to the idea. I'm still being surprised by this place.

[Ran can read between the lines.] I'm sure the friendship will be good for both of you, yes. [She paused.] Do ... Jedi ... not have a lot of friends?

Then I'm sure I'll be fine.

[Blinks.] We do... there's the Padawan-Master training bond, and friendships between the Padawans are encouraged. I personally have a fair few friends both within and without the Order.

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keywords here... sort of do apply. ^^;

Re: keywords here... sort of do apply. ^^;

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