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@bleedingforce ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ !

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“Excuse me,” Casimir says, a tight grin on display for pleasantry’s sake.

He does not like Jedi. Holier than thou was an attitude he could catch in a glance or a whiff. It was the first giveaway of a Jedi’s presence rather than their robes. But this one hadn't immediately irked him, which came as a surprise until the end of the half-hour of waiting for the man to leave the front of his booth. Acute aggravation had settled in it's place, more regarding the inconvenience than religious clash.

The evening was upon them on Havoc Outpost and he was sure to catch customers of one kind or another. Casimir would easily ignore him, be on his own way, if the man wasn’t standing directly in front of the closed overhead door of his booth.

 “I’m about to open my business and you’re standing in front of my lock.”

A closed business door was as good as any place to lean, but Casimir couldn’t help but hold his breath, head inclining towards the protective lock associated to the small business front. Jedi wouldn’t make good customers for the psychic readings his booth provides. But being called out for anything else was just as dangerous to his career. There might be coincidence for the man choosing to rest or wait here, although Casimir had never fully believed in the existence of coincidence anyway.

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Coruscant is beyond comprehension. Shmi feels as though she's jumped from new experience to new experience without time to breathe properly. Life beyond Tatooine is all beyond what she'd ever considered or comprehended, and now that she's recovered and able to go out, she's in need of support making sense of it all.

Support, she's gladly, Qui-Gon is willing to offer. He is a welcome and familiar face that she's really needed since arriving. Shmi has wrapped herself in a heavy shawl; even if the weather here is warm to most, she is freezing without the Tatooine suns above her. She keeps her arm linked with Qui-Gon's, too anxious about being separated and lost here to walk without that anchor.

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

what is their main love language ?

All in all, he had not expected to meet the man just yet.

He had not expected to end up in a planet with nothing close to a starship mechanic beyond their capital city either, however, so perhaps this was a day for surprises. Or a week. Or the several weeks since the disruption in the Force had dragged him somewhere and somewhen he hadn't planned on going to. At least, he'd told himself, the caravan of travelers he'd joined would reach their only spaceport in a matter of days, and then the Force would provide.

That, or he'd work for the credits to get himself passage to go somewhere he could contact the Jedi Council from. He'd already even decided how to start marketing his meager non-Jedi skills when he noticed not only another strong presence in the Force, but someone that was not exactly familiar and yet very much so.

He had seen this man. He had also seen him as a boy. Sometimes alive, sometimes not so much. Sometimes Dooku's young apprentice, sometimes... well. Sometimes he didn't see him at all. But he was very alive, right then, and while Sifo-Dyas didn't look much like a typical Jedi, with his colorful poncho and shepherd clothes underneath, and having currently braided his hair loops, he knew the Force would at least help him show he meant no threat... And it was not screaming out in warning just yet.

"Master Qui-Gon Jinn?" He approached, cautiously smiling.

If this was Dooku's future Padawan, it was bad but it could be worse. If he was not... well, it could be worse as well.

For an eternity, he simply waits. The light in their cell is dim, not that Dooku needs it to know who is beside him, and while the cuffs on their hands are metal, there is something else keeping the Force away from them. It might be in the stone, it might be in the building itself. It hardly matters.

It's a strange feeling, that of being able to feel the Force but be unable to reach it. That of being able to stoke the embers of the Dark side that is his power and yet feel them disperse into nothing.

He will make an example of his jailers, he has already promised himself that. And if he entertains himself designing exactly how, well: he has the time, as he bids his time, and he knows he also has something of an opportunity, as he regards the man beside him.

As he tells himself, once again, that he's long been above sentimentality.

It's not often that Dooku reaches out to Qui-Gon through the Force, and especially not when he has scheduled no training with his padawan, but today he does have a reason.

He would likely have waited until the following day, had he not noticed him nearby, but as matters stand... he reaches out to Qui-Gon. He's almost finished with the only group of younglings he has agreed to teach today, after all.

And even now, despite everything around them, despite the doubts and the growing tensions, Dooku has always found solace with the youngest of the order, teaching them the basics in hopes they will one day be part of a better future. Quarrelsome as his fellow Jedi might be, there is something almost infectious in the enthusiasm of the younglings.

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HIS EYES are somewhat distant as he sits with the jedi , a cup of mostly - forgotten tea still held in his hands .

❝ maybe there's another star out there , high and far in some other sky . one without quite so many . . . problems . ❞ he's quiet a moment longer before he blinks , coming back more into himself .

he offers a smile . ❝ i'm sorry master jinn . i don't mean to be so dour . ❞