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It was such a natural part of Ben's Monday that he was halfway to Fixer-Uppers before it crashed into him that Ender wouldn't be waiting today.
Clenching his jaw, he changed direction and began patrolling the island, trying to get a fix on what had changed since last night. The walls creeped him out--getting near them was like treading too close to a bunch of ysalamiri: the Force stopped working like it should. Because, Ben thought a little bitterly, he needed more problems today.
Finally he stopped walking at a slight thinning in the wall, checked to be sure that his lightsaber was hanging from his belt and addressed the air. "Hey!" he called. "Who's in charge here?"
As far as plans went, this one was...distinctly Skywalker.
[OOC: For goblins, who hopefully find Skywalkers less tasty than gremlins do?]
Clenching his jaw, he changed direction and began patrolling the island, trying to get a fix on what had changed since last night. The walls creeped him out--getting near them was like treading too close to a bunch of ysalamiri: the Force stopped working like it should. Because, Ben thought a little bitterly, he needed more problems today.
Finally he stopped walking at a slight thinning in the wall, checked to be sure that his lightsaber was hanging from his belt and addressed the air. "Hey!" he called. "Who's in charge here?"
As far as plans went, this one was...distinctly Skywalker.
[OOC: For goblins, who hopefully find Skywalkers less tasty than gremlins do?]
