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Trever leads Revan back to the house, nervous and twitchy. He hasn't told Tobias about Kale being missing, though he supposes that the Jedi knows. He pushes into the house and goes into the room the two have them commandeered for their workshop.

"There. He was there."

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The room appears to be empty. Well, no. There's a shock of red hair in a corner.

Ah-ha! Tobias carefully slips past Revan, making his way over. "Kale...?" he asks carefully.

Trever follows Tobias, but looks confused. "Where?"

"Corner, he says, indicating.

He looks in the corner indicated, but "I ... don't see anything."

And then Revan grabs both of them by the shoulders and holds them still, his lightsaber floating close by.

"Revan?" he calls in a sing-song, his voice suddenly devoid of its usual New Zealand accent. "Don't play games, Lord."

A sing-song voice comes back from somewhere in the room. "No Lord Revan here," Kale calls out. At least, it's probably Kale. The accent is all wrong and the diction and the tone.

Revan pushes past them, taking hold of his lightsaber hilt again. "Oh no? Then who am I speaking to?" He starts expanding his senses to fill the room, to find Kale or any of the others he sensed at Tobias's house; it's not difficult for him here, drawing on the Dark Side as he is.

They're all there. Sort of. They're sort of mushed together into something else. "That's a good question. Unfortunately, I don't know."

That... feels odd. "We're here to sort that out. We're here to make it easier on you," he says, still minus the accent. He's trying his damnedest to figure out where the center of that mushed-thing is.

Over to the left. In the shadows.

"We are? Do you talk about yourself in plural often? I do not even know you. And you are sounding crazier than I am right now."

He starts heading in that direction.

"Your brother and your master are here also. You aren't well, friend."

"Brother? Master? There isn't anyone there. Just you." He's moving as he talks. "And why do you think you're my friend?"

"I would hope that I'm your friend. I let you stay in my house, after all." Normally he likes to be able to have a grip on someone's head before mucking around in it, but it's not necessary. And he's getting tired of this odd game of chase.

He goes still and starts trying to weasel his way into Kale's head.

"Really? I don't remember that."

That doesn't go well at all.

As soon as Kale, or whoever it is that's in control, senses it, there's a backlash in the Force as he tries and shove him right out of the room.

Tobias grabs hold of Revan's arm as soon as it looks like his old friend is going to fall (Rev always had terrible balance, and it clearly hasn't improved).

"Kale, you're not well," he says calmly.

Kale doesn't seem to notice him at all. Instead he retreats back into silence and darkness.

Tobias blinks, a bit confused. "Like he didn't even see me..." he says, and then checks to make sure his stealth generator is turned off. It is.
"Any theories?"

Trever makes a frustrated noise. "See who? Who was Revan talking to?"

"Well, now that we have established that both of them are crazy," Revan mutters darkly, accent back with a vengeance, as he rights himself.

He straightens his robes nobley. "So long as he cannot see you, how about you help me with this, hm, Tob'ika? Just like old times."

He looks uncertainly at Trever. This is going to be difficult to explain later...

"You know I'd rather forget the old times." He sighs. "Fine. You know the signal." Just in case, he activates his stealth generator, disappearing from view completely.

Trever looks confused, but he steps back to guard the door, so that hopefully, nothing will get pass him.

"How about you and I just have a talk, mm?" he calls, trying to locate Kale in the Force again. "You seem to remember your brother and your master. What can you tell me of them?"

He's to the right now, drifting away from him. "You brought them up. You tell me. I was perfectly fine here until you showed up."

"Perfectly fine? Why did you come here in the first place? And what, pray tell, what you been doing for food?" He brings his arms up to cross over his chest, spreading his fingers as he does so. Good thing he taught Tobias rudimentary Mandalorian hand-signals?