Once upon a time, two Star Wars fangirls wondered what would happen if half of Team Kenobi had died during the duration of the Clone Wars.

Given the glorious potential for entertainment this possibility had, the girls devoted one night of writing to the death of Anakin Skywalker and a later date to the death of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Since one of the girls magically managed to close the AIM window DAMMIT ARGH halfway through Skywalker's death, she has since decided that this is further proof of the Chosen One's near-immortality and thusly presents the Most Honorable and Senseless Death of Obi-Wan Kenobi (as he is not near-immortal, just incredibly badass) for your perusal first.

In addition, senseless fangirl planning:

Eru: (:D I LOVE YOU, TOO.)
Shoi: (*SNUGGLEPURR* DEATH TO OBI-WAN)
Eru: (*L* I haven't decided how yet.)
Shoi: (*L* He'll just melt spontaniously.)
Shoi: (There'll need to be a body for Anakin to angst over, at least.)
Eru: (XD Yes. Yes, indeed. Maybe I can have him- Oooooo.)
Shoi: (ooooh?)
Eru: (CRUSHED UNDER CARRIER PARTS.)
Shoi: (SDFASDGh OH GOD)
Eru: (Like, the lower half of him is smashed, but he's still able to talk. And the ash cover is getting higher and higher.)
Shoi: (Oh GOD.)
Eru: (:D Mama like.)

And shoiryu's Anakin muse was in a broken mournful state for the rest of the night. The End.

Oh wait, you wanted to read this, didn't you?
Here's the story itself, in its happily raw, unedited, straight-from-the-AIM window form. Admire our typos, the ridiculous craziness of pronouns, our angsty awesomeness when doing terrible things to those we love, and above all, shoiryu's magnificent Anakin.


( When a Bad Day Goes Downhill )

The mother and sister are hanging out watching Erin Brockovich behind me, and the cat is idly wandering around in search of attention and one of us who will give him extra food- oh no, wait, he's slumbering on his happily torn-to-hell nest of a bed.
Well, the kitty-crying shall surely resume once the Chinese place delivers our dinner and it starts smelling up the house with lovely spicy warmth.

Here is something shoiryu and I wrote together when we felt like taking a break from Ornamenti; it focuses upon Qui-Gon Jinn (who happens to visit her brain quite serenely) and a certain teeny fussy Padawan.

( First-time missions tend to be eventful. )