Drawsome!

[heavenonhigh]

THE MEME
1. Post your character.  Either leave the comment blank or start with a picture (use the Random Word Generator for a word if you'd like)
2. Tag other people and let the drawing shenans commence!
3. Doesn't matter how you do the picture, MS paint, tablet, print-doodle-photograph, whatever.  Be creative
4. Try to guess each other's words- have your characters send texts for hints if you need to.
5. Profit!  Make it work!  
6. Template:

7. Cheaters will be prosecuted.  Actually, I lied.  Cheat away.

Comments

[mediations]

[ The spiking in the Force. An unfamiliar presence. Both things piqued at Obi-Wan's interest, good enough for him to casually speed up his pace somewhat as he went to visit Anakin. Pausing at a respectable distance, he takes in the two young men before him, brows rising.

He approaches, his gaze coolly assessing the mysterious young man. The name that leaves him mouth, however, is no mystery. ] Anakin.

[iamnothing]

[...Kriff. The Son is closed enough - he's in the Old Republic's Jedi temple, surrounded by Jedi, he really doesn't want any of them discovering any taint his Sith Master left on him - that he hadn't felt Ben coming until just before he was in sight. He can't look away.]

[...Ben is young. He's so young, barely older than the Son, and without the same degree of sorrow the Son has always known him to carry, and there's no recognition in his eyes. The Son's left hand tightens around the interface cap on his right arm as he keeps from putting his hood up - it's dark brown, he's not wearing the Son of Skywalker garb right now - because if Ben recognizes his resemblance to Anakin, it could go badly.]

[It's painful. The Son looks away. His voice is cool and distant, without a hint of the sentiments rising in him.]

I should leave you.

[chosen_to_fall]

[ What an odd thing to say. He feels Obi-Wan's approach while he's still quite a ways off, the bond between Master and former Padawan deep and innate. Anakin turns to greet him, stowing his datapad. The sketch can be fiddled with later.

What? Hold on a minute- Kenobi gets a serious look before Skywalker turns back to the stranger. The longer he lingers, the stronger Anakin senses that there's something more about this man than meets the eye. ]

Wait. You never told me your name.

[iamnothing]

[He should leave. The Son shifts his weight, but doesn't go yet. He's so close - please, Ben. Acknowledge him first. Just once. He misses his first Master so much, even if he's not yet truly that man.]

[The Son has become an inveterate liar; you have to be, to infiltrate the Sith despite the Emperor's talent for reading minds, but he was good at playing roles even before that. His cover identity here is a dispassionate, introverted Jedi scholar with a faintly Corellian accent, visiting the Temple to look up some arcane techniques.]

It's Luke. Luke Antilles.

['Skywalker' is not too rare a name in this time, though as the Empire rose most Skywalkers quietly changed theirs so as not to seem associated with Jedi, but it might still raise questions. 'Antilles', though, is the single most common human surname, the 'Smith' or 'Jones' of the galaxy.]

[mediations]

[ Silently observing the whole exchange, Obi-Wan's eyes narrow upon Luke, guarded and curious. Worry tugs at his cloak, but he shrugs it off, stepping forward. ] I'm apologize if my presence has encouraged you in departing, young Luke.

Allow me to make up for it. I was just about to sit down to some tea with my former Padawan. It would be our pleasure if you join us.

[iamnothing]

[To hear his old name in someone's mouth, in Ben's mouth, even if it's higher and as yet uncracked....]

[The Son's breath catches in his throat. He shouldn't be here, he tells himself bleakly. He shouldn't have lingered to see what his father was doing. Show up, find what he was after in the Jedi Archives, return; that was the plan.]

[But another moment of no reaction like this will look even more suspicious; Jedi are expected to be a little strange but there are limits. The Son draws his left hand from his stump and clears his throat into his palm.]

I really shouldn't. [His voice is that of someone who wants to be convinced; he tries to dry and cool it.] I came to look something up in the Archives, and I didn't mean to interrupt you.