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7th Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

[Just as the afternoon is winding down today, Gambit is waking up. In the middle of the woods. With the damned journal right next to him. Only as far as he can tell, it's the middle of the night, which is weird, because he can't hear any crickets or anything. But it's pitch dark out, in any case.

Which is also weird, because he should be able to see just fine in the dark, but that's another matter entirely.

He spends a while feeling around in the dark, trying to figure out a sense of direction (moss grows on the north side of trees, right?) before he ultimately figures, screw it, the enclosure is only so big, walking far enough in one direction will eventually lead him somewhere. The sooner he can find his way back to his apartment, the better. Everything hurts, up to and including his pride, but being stuck with nothing but a bunch of lunatic scientists for a couple weeks did little for his comfort levels in this place.

A couple hours and several bumps into trees later, he admits defeat. Whatever direction he's walking in (south...?), he's not getting anywhere except into more tree trunks. He's lost. And the fact that he can't see a damned thing is creeping up into a growing sense of panic. But now isn't the time to freak out. He can ride through this. He's been through worse.

But just this once, he's going to have to eat his big LeBeau Sense of Pride. Out comes the journal.]

[Voice]

Alright, alright. Y'all didn't move the village in the las' couple weeks, did you? Don't seem like it's where I left it.

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[And then, very low:] Merde.

"What is it? What did you see?"

[Burned fingertips. Focus on the burned fingertips. And setting a filter on this, because he's damn sure there are plenty of fools in this place he doesn't want hearing this.

Filters are hard when you're trying to do it from memory.]

Not a damn t'ing.

[... Oh. Oh, dear.

Then he was-

Oh dear.

Adele will not be happy about this...]

[Filters are not Obi-Wan's strong suit, but he takes Gambit's meaning and he damn well tries his best to pretend they are.]

"Do you have any idea as to your whereabouts? Are you outside?"

[You may not be his closest friend here, Obi-Wan, but if Adele trusts you, he knows you're trustworthy to some extent. And having a Jedi around can't hurt, right?]

Outside somewhere. Forest, I t'ink. The river's somewhere to the left. Not sure if I'm facin' north or south.

[Consider this payback for trying to manipulate your mind before, friend.]

"I'll attempt to make my way to you, then. If you can hear the river, try to move closer to it, but don't take any risks."

[ He's already begun walking as he speaks, and CH5 is close enough to the river that it takes little time before Gambit can hear the water in the background.

He paused for a moment, silent, meditating, trying to feel for Gambit's life force, but it was too far away.

Well. If the Force was with him, he'd follow the river in the proper direction. If not... he'd just have to turn and go a different way.]

You got it, homme. [He hates to ask for help, but after running into tree trunk after tree trunk? He doesn't have much choice. And at least he's pretty sure that Obi-Wan won't tell half the village or flaunt the knowledge.

As he talks, he edges closer to the sound of the river, moving slowly and feeling the way ahead with his toes. Once the ground ahead is damp and muddy, he stops.]

[Obi-Wan begins following the river south, purely on an instinct, and he walks, not caring much how long it takes. An hour, two hours, he's not really keeping track... hey, if he hits the lake he'll just turn around, right? He's walked farther than this before.

All the while, he keeps his senses opened, reaching out with his feelings, trying to find some hint of that erratic spark that was Gambit's life-force- and keeps his journal open, in case the man should need, or even want, to say something further.]

[More than anything, Remy is just sitting in sullen silence near the edge of the river. He's trying to at least make himself easier to sense - although he isn't sure if the Force would run into the same interference telepaths run into with him - but he figures thinking open thoughts might help with that kind of thing.

Open thoughts that aren't how angry he is that he didn't manage to blast the droids sky-high when they came to grab him.

Eventually, he ventures cautiously through the journal:] Should I toss up a flare or somethin'?

[It seems to take ages, and takes Obi-Wan far beyond the range of his old Parkour courses, but finally, he notices it. It's difficult to sense- it always is, that same distortion that he ran into when he had attempted the Suggestion upon him during that chase a month ago- but he's actively looking for it, and Gambit's own mindset is not as elusive and shifting as it tends to be- his mind always seemed hard to pin down. Rather like the man himself, in a way.

But that distortion, rather than Gambit himself, is what Obi-Wan finally senses, and then Gambit's message comes over the journals.]

"Good news. I believe I can sense you. Go ahead, but be careful. You could just as easily bring a tree limb down on yourself. Try shooting it above the river, rather than straight up, and hopefully it will be visible from here."

Over the river. Got it.

[Just like back home. Find a stick -- easy enough, the woods is full of them -- charge it up. Judge it carefully to get just the right charge. Toss in a high arc out over the water. He can hear the pop similar to the sound of lightning hitting a tree branch, indicating the explosion went off.

And still pure darkness. Merde.]

[Gambit's frustration is Obi-Wan's relief. He sees the flash and hears the crackling explosion. The grin is evident in his voice as he raises the journal.]

"I see where you are. I'll be there momentarily."

[He closes the journal. Disregarding the weariness of his knees, he draws on the Force and allows its strength to surge through his limbs, leaping across the river and sprinting the remainder of the distance, and not particularly bothering to be quiet about it.]

[It's actually something of a relief to hear him crashing towards him, because otherwise, he'd have to listen much more carefully. Gambit can't help a slight grin. He even knows which way to "look."]

Not much for stealth on this mission, are you?

[Obi-Wan chuckles, slowing to a stop a short distance from Gambit.]

"I am capable of stealth when called for, but I don't believe we need to escape notice at the moment."

[And then concern replaces the grin.]

"Are you... otherwise well?"

[He has no doubt Obi-Wan can be stealthy as any thief if need be. Luke was pretty damned quiet on their recon mission, after all. But joking around when unsettled is practically Gambit's specialty.]

Oui. Pretty much. A li'l bit bruised, but I'll live.

[He can't remember much about the experimentation, though, and that just freaks him out. So he's trying not to think about it.]

"Good. Let's get back home. It's late, and I'd rather not experience any unwelcome visitations from our resident vampire."

[A vampire. When he can't see a damn thing. Luceti, he hates you so much right now.]

Ain't gettin' any visits from any vampires. [They ain't even real. He wants to argue it, but it's pointless here and he knows it.

Just. Trying to walk towards Obi-Wan's voice here. And very nearly tripping over a rock.]

[Fortunately, Obi-Wan sees the rock in his path and hurries forward to put a hand on his shoulder before the stumble can turn into a fall.]

"Perhaps it's best if I guide you back."

[He appreciates it, Obi-Wan. But he's too proud to say so just yet.] Don't got too much choice, do I?

[... Ouch. He almost winces from the pain of that, even if he can't really sense it first-hand. Seeing it is hard enough.]

"Don't worry. We can find you a cane of some sort in the village. For now, simply walk ahead of me slowly and I'll keep you from hitting anything."

[It would be easier to keep a hand on his shoulder and lead him, but you're talking to the Padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn, and the former Master of Anakin Skywalker.

Trust me. He knows a need for independence when he sees one.]

I don't need a cane. Can't last that long.

[It's bound to be gone by the morning, right. It'll get better. Nothing's permanent here.

But he still slowly starts walking ahead, one hand held out to try to feel the way in case of any low-hanging branches.]

"Of course not. How silly of me."

[Yeah, you're totally gonna have a cane dropped off overnight while you sleep.]

[Don't you do it he will know it was you.]

Jus' gotta get back in the village first, that's all.

[Yes, surely that will stop him.]

"Quite. Oh, and you may wish to take a step to the left before you continue, there's a protruding root in your path."

[And so, Obi-Wan begins directing Gambit patiently through the darkening forest back toward the village.]

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