We'll Just Slytherin Unnoticed

[Ashin Varanin]

SITH ACADEMY (FORMERLY COSMINA ACADEMY FOR PRACTITIONERS)
CRINA
ONE SITH TERRITORY

"These robes fething itch."

Disguising yourself as a student anywhere was difficult when you were middle-aged, even if you currently looked about half that.

"And are the jhodpurs riding up for you?"

Sith Academies and Temples had all manner of quirks and foibles. There were, at last count, over a dozen spread through the Sith territories. This particular one had been rather perfunctorily, even disrespectfully, converted from a school of an entirely different Force tradition. A tradition that had believed in magic.

Hence the pointy hat wobbling precariously on Ashin's head, and the wooden staff going tap-tap-tap down the castle hallway. (Yes, castle.) She was used to walking with a cane, and it wasn't that ugly -- the Sith runes had a certain symmetry -- but in the end, she'd had more dignified disguises. The Sith who'd taken over this particular facility had been, it seemed, possessed of a strange sense of humor. She rather doubted the original Crinan Practitioners had worn pointy hats, for one thing.

"Seriously, Spence - finish the cake or we'll be late for Defense Against the Jedi Arts." That wasn't the class's actual name; the real name was in Ancient Sith, and either the administrators had rediscovered a lost variant of Kissai or they'd thoroughly butchered the grammar. 'How breaking of weakers' was a decent approximation.

Kids these days.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Unlike Ashin, Spencer stayed young pretty easily. She pushed up her round eyeglasses up the bridge of her nose as she shoved the rest of the cake in her mouth and scampered slightly behind Ashin who for some reason was really determined to get to class in a timely manner. Looking at the other students along with the castle itself, she leaned into the middle aged woman and once again pushed her round glasses up her face.

“Didn’t know you were a good student” Spencer chuckled softly as she pulled on her pointed hat a bit. It reminded her about Halloween and stories she had read when she was a kid. People here thought the Force was a source of magic or something. Either way, here they were in school with a bunch of teenager. A boy walked by Spencer and waved at her, enthusiastically Spencer waved back and then once again turned to Ashin. “People seem so nice here.” Her eyes continued to scan the hallway they were walking down seeing that the couples were being rather open about things and then to help with their disguise, Spencer grasped Spencer’s hand and lead her quickly down the hallway towards their class.

Strange, it seemed it was in a dungeon

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The headmaster's office was a clutter of strewn debris, all of which had once resided upon the towering shelves and now upturned tables that had been tastefully placed around the large circular chamber. Aged papers still fluttered down from the upper most reaches of the shelves, blown from their resting places by the breeze that swept in from the broken window that took up a large portion of the east wall. Among the scattered office equipment was the prone body of an elderly man who had been stripped of clothing, his body covered in horrific burns and blood slowly pooled out from under him and stained everything that had been thrown about with careless abandon. The loft, however; remained in pristine condition as its sole occupant glared out of the paned window that overlooked the central courtyard where the academy's students could be seen milling about gossiping about this and that and forming those bonds of camaraderie that wouldn't last a week after they managed to graduate.

In a way the figure envied the students, their lives so structured and disciplined to the no-nonsense schedule of the academy. It reminded him of the days gone by when he had enrolled in the Imperial Academy of Lianna, quickly surpassing every single one of his classmates to become a talented and ruthless field agent of the Ministry of Intelligence. He sighed; such thoughts were woefully melancholy, and he despised them when they managed to resurface and thus turned away from the window. His mind became aware of a familiar stench that permeated the Force, and his idly stroke the artificial beard he had affixed to his lower face with a piece of cloth. His maroon robes of the headmaster hung loosely from his broad shoulders, the faint glint of dark armor hidden beneath the fabric. A decorative tassel hat sat precariously atop his bare scalp, but he moved with such a thuggish gait that it appeared that it wouldn't stay on for long if he decided to move relatively quickly.

It's quite unknown what compelled a valued member of the One Sith like Darth Vornskr broke into the fantasy-esque academy on Crina just to brutally murder its headmaster and assume his clothing and sashay around his office like he owned the place.

It's pretty accurate that he probably doesn't know as well.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Jsc]

The headmaster's office was in terrible disarray when the Sith Peacock trotted through the door. Good grief. Had somebody summoned a troll out from the dungeon? How was a Neutral Master supposed to complete her undercover mission with such shenanigans running amok! Bleh. What a mess. Even disguised as a Sith Professor and wearing her lucky magical amulet of My-Aura-Is-Very-Sithy-Now-wink-wink, poor Karen couldn't but sigh at [member="Darth Vornskr"] 's lack of organization. Oh dear.

"Oh my! Well. ...Ahem. Pardon me Headmaster? But Professor Cape has requested your presence in the Dark Arts classroom. He was babbling something about curses, horseshoes, and your special touch with the students. I do believe he was expecting your presentation at least ten minutes ago. Indeed. I'm afraid you'll just have to see to the situation personally. Think of the children?"

The blue-haired professor, garbed in a ridiculous array of exotic Sith fashions tapped her chin and nodded. Mmm. Yes. That sounded like a perfectly good ploy to lure the whats-his-face Sith Headmaster out from his office. Soon she could search it for clues unmolested. The Sith Peacock was certain to find a vial of Liquid Luck Hyperspace in no time.

She leaned down to poke at the mess and give Kaine a good look at her shapely swishing bahooty,

"Oh dear!? Shall I tiddy up while you're away?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Huh?"

Came the disembodied query from the academy 'headmaster', his head momentarily poking around the corner to cast an inquisitive glance at the peacock who had managed to find her way into the disheveled headmaster's office. The headmaster's body no longer laid strewn across the floor, but now was being stuffed rather uncouthly into a large cabinet by the unruly hands of the Sith Lord who had taken his place. With a last great heave the headmaster's body finally popped into the space that Vornskr had chosen to be his casket, and with another heave was the door shut and bolted to prevent the headmaster's body from tumbling out. The Sith Lord then turned his attention back to the woman who was jabbering to him about some professor and horses and special touches.

How queer.

The scowl he made ruffled the fake beard strapped to his face, surprisingly accenting the agitation he was feeling at being so rudely interrupted in his newly acquired pad.

THE AUDACITY!

Still, he was quite mesmerized by her waggling posterior as any man would be. "The professor can wait, madame." Despite his gruff tone of voice he was still able to spin a little more Imperial posh to his speech, perhaps coming off as rather too Imperial. "But while you're here I'm sure there's something you can help me with. A little experiment..."

Ominous.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

She stood up and slanted her hips with a grand ado,

"Barnibus! Hush now with that dirty tone. How can we keep our extra special secret if you continue to bandy it about that like? Surely with the window torn open the whole courtyard is like to hear you. Just look at that mess. Mm mm mm. Just like last Sunday."

Professor Robertus sauntered over to the broken glass and pursed her lips with distaste. Tsk tsk tsk.

"And you would have us missing appointments in the dungeon too? Oh Barny. Dear Barny. Someone is far too likely to notice our absence and gather at our affair. Think of the scandal."

She smiled and did her best 'lusty maiden'. Ooo. Hey now? Maybe she liked the idea of a naughty scandal? Could you hear that cooing in her voice too? Oh my...

"Oh no dearest. You must tend to the dungeon with all speed while I arrange the office for tonight. ...But do hurry back. Come dusk, I'll tug on your beard with both hands. Just how you like it."

The darkly dressed and generously immodest woman smiled a happy smile. Picking up a perfectly good wandering brick and throwing it out the other adjacent window. Smash. Like broken glitter the splinters followed. Watching with a smirk as the broken glass trickled down upon the passing student's head outside. Drawing gasping eyes from all about the courtyard. Oops. Did I do that? Mmm. Surly someone was bound to notice the ruckus now. Which was perfect for her plan. The Sith Peacock turned about to Albus ( [member="Darth Vornskr"] ) Dumble'kaine with a wink and a nod,

"Shoo. Shoo. Off with you now. The cleaning gnomes and window wyverns are sure to be on their way. Can't have us getting caught just now, can we? After all. You have all night to question me. Hmm."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"You there with the half-shaved head!" called a teacher. "You there, I say! Stop dawdling and get to class! Ten volts from Terentatek House!"

Lightning flickered across the corridor at Ashin, who released Spencer's hand and stepped in front of her. "Ow, ouch," she said, trying for a realistic response. For someone who'd spent a decade in deep cover, she was a pretty poor actress at moments like these. She sort of shuffled to her knees. "Ow, no more. Please." She was absorbing the lightning, if it merited the name. No pain, just some staticky hair. "Ow, uh, please."

The lightning ended. The teacher nodded in a satisfied way. "Quite right. Now hurry along before your robes catch fire." He made a gesture vaguely reminiscent of a Sith spell, except, you know, wrong. Then he glanced at Spencer's butt and ambled into the 'fresher.

Ashin blew out a spark on her sleeve. "Give me...just one second, Spence," she muttered, and followed him.

The instructor-grade men's room at this particular Sith academy was -- to her profound lack of surprise -- decorated as a shrine to Darth Talon. The chinless wonder who'd just tried to shock her was entering a cubicle. Ashin crouched, verified a lack of boots under the other stalls, then cracked her neck and moved to stand in front of the cubicle door.

Options, options.

Sometimes the classics were best.

He'd been a tallish man, she recalled. Quite skinny, so she'd have to be precise. "This stall's busy!" he said, noting her feet by the door. Ashin nodded and pulled out her lightsabre, then dialed it to double normal length. She pressed the blade emitter against the door, reconsidered, shifted it up a couple inches, then pressed the activator twice in rapid succession. A sizzle, then silence. A precise, low-key emanation of Force Drain slurped up the resonance of his death so it wouldn't be felt.

The stink of burning robes followed her out of the men's room.

"Sorry 'bout that, Spence. Nature called."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

His mouth split into a cruel grin, although sadly such a display was hidden behind the false beard. His shoulders heaved with what could've been considered laughter, but the sound that slipped past Vornskr's cracked lips had the consistency of sludge and grated harshly against the ears. "You would know better than to deny me my desires." He said threateningly as his little hat bobbed back and forth as his head swiveled to keep his gaze firmly situated on [member="Karen Roberts"]. See, the difference between Vornskr and the old headmaster (whomever he was) was that the Sith Lord was a terribly violent creature, prone to maliciously coveting whatever he fancied at a moment's notice only to discard it sometime later.

And right now he plainly coveted the blue-haired minx that had sauntered into his domain.

Might not have been the most gentlemanly approach to the situation, but no one could accuse Vornskr of being very gentlemanly in the first place. And with a wave of his hand he sought to influence the Force around Professor Robertus' form to pull her closer to him. "Now now, professor... I'm sure no one would dare disturb us here, I'll make sure of it."

Somehow that probably wouldn't come across as too reassuring.

 

[Jsc]

Oh dear...

Professor Robertus slipped across the messy floor with a thrust of the Force and deeply into [member="Darth Vornskr"] 's arms. She gasped in delight at his strong frame. Her eyes batted and flashed with a hidden desire. Her warm bosom heaving into his bearded chest. A gentle thigh slipping around his legs. Oh yes. Yes. There was a weight in her eyes. An expectation. A yearning for his naughty imagination. Her heartbeat grew faster, her arms wrapped around him, and she bit her lip with anticipation. This was it. Her nimble fingers drew down his side and rested lightly upon his belt. Touching. Fingering the buckle. Playing about his strong leathery belt. Did she dare go lower? Did her hands just wander ever so slightly across the page?

Cradled together in the ruins of the powerful office on campus. It felt wrong. It felt needy. It felt so... so so, uhh... Yes. Yes. Yes. This was it... This was...

"Oh myyy"

Came the familiar sound of Professor G. Takei. The slow churning of his vocal cords to produce the most perverted sound Karen had ever heard. Standing at the head of the room with two other Professors. Three beings of dramatic Dark-Side prowess. Behind them a gathering of tiny gnomes. So dirty were these small creatures that they could hardly be called, the clean up crew.

G. Takei gave a smirking hentai grin and folded his arms,

"Well well. Look what the owl's dragged in. Professor Robertus. Such a naughty girl. And just what exactly are you two doing in the Headmaster's office, mm?"

Professor Cape stepped forward and surveyed the damage. His facial features as disapproving as ever,

"Yesss. And just where is the headmaster anyway? Hmmmm?"

Karen immediately flashed a startled surprise at her would-be lover,

"Gasp! Barny boo!?!"

She stumbled backwards as the others raised a brow. The gnomes jumping for a better view. Oh my!? Just who was this bearded usurper?

 

[Allyson Locke]

She knew that everything was going to be alright when Ashin stepped in front of her and took the lightning. Spencer would have been fine as well, but it wouldn’t look right for a random student to suddenly absorb a Sith Lord’s lightning and then chuckle afterwards. At least Ashin had done the whole undercover thing before. Spencer had to laugh though even if it was into the collar of her robe as she hide behind Ashin. The Force users here were weird. Suddenly before Spencer could say anything Ashin disappeared and left the girl in the middle of the hallway alone.

She took the short moment to reach into her satchel and pull another sweet cake. The woman admired the pastry in the wrapping as if it was an old artifact that she had just discovered. Her mouth salivated as she moved to open the package. Pausing, she reached down and slipped two of her fingers into the high waist band of the short skirt she was given. There was still room between her waist and the waist line before she started to look like a Huttstess cupcake.

Experienced fingers pinched the corners of the packaging, though she was interrupted by Ashin coming out of the men’s room. Putting the pastry back in her pocket, she knew she couldn’t walk and eat quickly since they needed to get to their next class. Her brow creased as she looked at the woman who was still smoking from the lightning. Features shifting, Spencer gave Ashin the no, you didn’t look. Leaning in closely she whispered sharply, “We’re supposed to keep a low profile for a couple more days…” Despite her attempt to sound stern, the whisper sounded more like a whine. The large clock that was outside or something chimed loudly above them, “Oh kark, we’re late for class - let's go we’ll talk about it when we get in there.”

Spencer grabbed Ashin’s hand and went to lead them towards the class room, but she stopped and looked back at Ashin. “I don’t remember where we’re going…”

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

On a shuttle inbound for some academy or another that she was required to visit for some pointless reason- studying other ways of the Sith, or something -Udrusa was currently fiddling with her lightsaber, Dark Wrath (http://store.vadersvault.com/dark-wrath/ Image and content belong to creators), in absolute boredom and annoyance. All she was going to find was nothing but a bunch of brats at this over-the-top Dark Side school. Children were hardly worth her time, yet here she was!

Idly using the force to crush a passing mouse droid to take her annoyance out on something unimportant and unnoticed, she groans when the shuttle lands on the castle's landing pad. Standing up and fixing her ancient Sith Empire Eradictor armor, she tucks the helmet underneath her left arm while her right grabs a hold of her bag that had her bathing products, several changes of clothes, and a single standard Sith Acolyte-level holocron, one that was commonly used by Acolytes to focus their inner Darkness and help train themselves to be the perfect Sith (Not too mention, it was a good conductor of one's Anger and Hatred, seeing as they store those hostile emotions, while Jedi Holocrons perform the exact opposite).

With all of her gear ready, and her saber telekinetically returned to her rather shapely waist, the Crimson Flower (as some past 'lovers' had called her. She only used them to further her goals, of course. And have a little bit of fine, while she was at it) stepped off her shuttle with an air of annoyance and rather standard 'Pureblood Superiority' about her, since she considers anything not human or Pureblood beneath her and her kind.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"Sith Arts 101: <<How Breaking of Weakers>>. It's in the number three reinforced training room." Ashin let Spencer take her hand, then led her wife in the general direction of that particular class. "Bottom line, people die all the time here; you can smell it in the stones. And who in this...special place...is going to know flow-walking or psychometry to find out who did it?"

The number three reinforced training room was fully stocked with all manner of training aids and baubles. Dantooine spheres, mind mazes, little odds and ends that fit well in pockets. Ashin spun one of the interlocked rows on a Dantooine sphere with her thumb, a nervous affectation or just something to keep herself busy while the class started to get into gear.

It was duelling today. A long narrow piste rimmed with Sith runes. Formal robes, formal postures, no lightsabres, just gestures and staffs and words. One student at a time, zapping each other with over-complicated and under-powered lightning -- and more pretentious things. Ashin wandered around the perimeter, trying and failing to stay interested, examining training gadgets.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
[member="Ashin Varanin"]

"This school is pointless." Udrusa would respond to them as she passed by the two women in the hallway, her armored boots thudding on the hallway as she slowed down to their speed. The Pureblood would glance over to them, idly studying the two to her left as she shoves past another 'little brat' that the school called a student.

Why the hell are they treating the Force and the ways of the Sith like its some subject you study in standard education?

With an idle sniff, and a casting of her comparatively refined (Next to the brats of this school. The teachers... debatable) Force senses across the castle. She could sense that an outdated shield was active, it would not last in a prolonged bombardment from even slaver or Hutt warships, and they are worse than the Republic Navy's ships! This 'school' didn't even train the 'students' properly. Where were the live beasts, the life or death lessons? Even the 'torture' methods that are used to punish the students (The Force is not a damnable school subject!) were mediocre, at best! These kids had no spine, they wouldn't last in the Sith Academy of Coruscant for a second.

"This 'school' treats the Force, the Dark Side, and the Way of the Sith like they are common school subjects. Its idiotic, and an insult to the very foundations of the Sith Order."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Sith Lord sighed, his charade already crumbling down around him before he even had a real chance to capitalize on his own tomfoolery. Still, there was fun to be had with the newly arrived throng of inquisitive onlookers who gawked awkwardly at the bearded usurper who had so unceremoniously dispatched their headmaster and near flawlessly settled into his role. With a mere shrug of his broad shoulders the maroon robe easily cascaded down to settle into a heap around his feet while a similar shake of the head sent the hat he had been wearing flying off into a darkened recess. He didn't bother to remove the fake beard either from lack of want or an overwhelming hunger to do wrong. With large, yet nimble, fingers he unhooked the curved lightsaber that dangled from his hip (previously hidden by the headmaster's cloak) and flung it with deft precision into the assembled crowd beyond [member="Karen Roberts"].

And in a single instant it all turned to bloodshed.

The blade activated halfway between Karen's back and the crowd through which the deadly projectile scythed now rampaged through with methodical ease. Naturally the first to perish was Professor Takei, as he had taken up the leading position of the group that had so rudely intruded upon what could've been a pleasurable experience for the Sith Lord, perhaps not for the blue minx in disguise, but definitely for the brutal Epicanthix. Takei was halved at the stomach, the beam of plasma easily cutting through flesh, organs, and spinal cord like a hot knife through bantha butter. Those Gnomes who were unfortunate enough to be jumping went out in the same manner, while those that remained stationary were decapitated with ruthless accuracy. Soon enough the chamber was filled with the wails of the dying and the gargled moans of those who had just recently perished, all of which pleased the Sith Lord's senses.

"What trifling creatures" he chuckled, "Their deaths were not as pleasurable as I had expected, but then again neither was the fool who previously occupied these quarters." He extended an accusing finger pointed right at her protruding bosom, and smiled another cruel smile full of sharpened teeth. "But I expect than yours will be divine."

 

[Jsc]

Oh.

Professor Robertus was a bit dumbfounded by how quickly the newly revealed [member="Darth Vornskr"] had dispatched the others. If he could kill three other Professors with a single move. She'd most certainly be next on his Holiday List of Sword'o De-head-ify. Oh dear. So much for sexy time. Now it was back to runny time.

"Ahem. Erm." what to do, "Oh! Oh course! ...Stupify!"

With a flick of her wrist she grabbed a nearby broomstick and hoped daintily out the broken windows. Letting the Force cushion and expedite her escape. Perfect. Now all she had to do was ride this magic broomstick out past the Ditch-ditch Tournament Grounds and she'd be ho...

*oh*

Professor Robertus fell through the air. Downward and true. Aggaahh! And plopped roughly to the ground with a somber smash. Sploosh. Crack. Snapping and crunching the not-so-magic broomstick in half. Ouch!

"Stupify my tush and magic flavored beans my ass! This whole academy is ridiculous! Hmph!"

Surrounded. Already the crowd of onlookers were beyond curious. Broken windows, lightsaber zapping, headmaster shenanigans, and blue-haired women falling out of the sky. The dozens of students couldn't help but gawk in awe. Omg! What was even happening!? This was the best day ever.

"This is the worst day ever."

Karen frowned and stood up with a brisk headstart. Grabbing one of the student's red lightsabers and throwing away her wizarding hat. Turning about and rubbing her sore rump. Ugh. My poor sourpuss bahooty. No doubt Albus Dumblekaine, (AKA not Barny Boo), would be all too eager to follow her outside. Hrumph. What terrible luck.

Well. At least Professor Takei was dead. That was nice.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Udrusa"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

The half-naked red girl was, of course, correct. That was part of why infiltrating this place was such entertainment -- and Ashin was sorely in need of entertainment. Like, for example, now.

"You there!" Professor K'lor'slughorn barked. "With the half-shaved head! You, girl! Stop skulking around the shelves and pay attention!"

Ashin slipped a datacron into her pocket as she turned. "What, me?"

"Don't give me that lip. Come on -- you're up next. Let's see how your shield charm performs. You at that end, yes, and let's run you up against...Murgatroyd, Hurpadurp, and Bleh."

A lesson, perhaps a painful lesson, was K'lor'slughorn's intention. Ashin took her place on the piste, with the three young men arrayed against her, lightning sparking around their hands.

"Now," said the professor crisply, "the incantation is protego. Emphasis on the second syllable. Can you do that?"

"Is that Kissai?"

"It's kiss my ass," growled one of the three preparing to shock her.

"...right. Well, believe it or not, it took about this long to stop getting cute." Four torrents of decidedly unimpressive lightning snapped, crackled, and popped in Ashin's direction. She met the three students' assaults with a Force shield and caught the teacher's discipline bare-handed. "Um, protego," she said after a minute. "Did I pronounce that right?"

Then everything went to hell, mainly because this was the moment that [member="Darth Vornskr"] chose to kill Professor Takei et.al., some distance away. As the ripples of their deaths washed over the school, alarm and shock turned attention away from Ashin. At which point the lightning reversed direction, and the room acquired the smell of burnt toast and bacon. Four bodies hit the floor. Schlurp went the Force Drain.

"Now," said Ashin, folding her arms, all eyes on her. Power fantasies felt good sometimes. "Someone's killing people, and it's not just me, which means bad things for all of us. Everyone come with me if you want to live." She snapped her fingers. "Accio functional brain cells?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Dark eyes watched as [member="Karen Roberts"] gracefully lunged from the broken window only to ungracefully fall square on her rotund bahooty on the cobbled square below, drawing the curious glances of the students passing nearby. With a mere afterthought his blade was recalled back into his open palm from where it had fallen on the other side of the room after cleaving in twain the group of interlopers that had intruded upon his privacy. He strode over to the window, his left hand holding the stone edge for support as he poked his head out of the broken opening. Luckily she didn't make an immediate sprint for the academy's gates, which gave him time to detain her before she could slip through his powerful fingers. He supposed that another vulgar display of power was in order, and with a furrowing of his brow he caused the rest of the window to violently explode outward to shower the crowd below with missiles of torn glass.

And then he merely stepped over the edge and plummeting to the ground to land with enough force to buckle the stone and knock anyone within his immediate vicinity down to the ground. Now in the full light of the mid-morning Crinan sun could his full depravity be revealed to all who witnessed him. Thick plates of black armorplast clung to his monolithic frame and the sun's light reflected off of his hairless scalp which was marred with innumerable scars and burns from countless battles. "Now now." His voice was authoritarian in nature and demanded respect from anyone within earshot of his guttural bellows, "You shan't escape me that easily, little minx." He took a single step out of the crater created by his descent from the headmaster's tower, and swept his free left hand to regard the assembled ring of students that had quickly formed around them.

"I know your smell, woman, we've met before..." He couldn't recall when they met exactly, he had fought too many on too many fields of battle and exact names and faces were sometimes lost in a sea of hatred. "But you are not one of us." He practically whispered that last line, but quickly his voice went from a wind's gentle caress to a full-blown hurricane force gale; "This heretic has assassinated your headmaster and killed three other professors, I have come to put her down so do not let her escape!"

 

[Jsc]

Okay kiddies. Out of the pool. It's Adult Swim time. Hufflepuffs only.

"You heard him!" Thunder struck from afar, "It's Hook or me, this time!"

Um. Wrong fairy tale. Still. Roberts slashed at her robes with a red current and thrust them aside like the ragged trash they were. Revealing the black bodysuit and long boots of Armorweave underneath. Oh yes kiddos. It's Friday Night at Hogwarts this go around. Who says you can't dress to kill.

"Well? If we're gonna party darling. Let's at least do this with style! Hurrahhh!"

The air sundered all around as she gathered the Force to her side. The grounds gave a tremor and the student's shook with awe. Leaving only the wind to gasp and thunder with might. It swirled and bellowed, fluttered and crashed. Until the symphony of sound came smashing down upon a woman's lips. An earthquake at naught but a whisper.

"Hello darkness my old friend. ...Come to mommy."

Strikewind-Dash Quidditch Punch! What what what! With a terrible torrent, the blue haired woman flew across the cobblestone like a bat out of hell. A red blade screaming out from behind her fluttering shadow that would rise and fall like heaven itself. A sword of crimson hue kissed with a Jedi's own love. Aiming right for [member="Darth Vornskr"] 's lover-boy heart.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Karen Roberts"]

Out of the shadows, an armored, feminine figure had suddenly leaped forward, knocking the lightsaber away with her own! In her hand, a crimson saber was held, leading to a certain equally red acolyte. A Pureblood woman, holding her lightsaber in the Soresu defensive posture as she glared at the other woman. She gripped the saber in her hands tightly, till her knuckles turned a pale red underneath her gloves.

"You will not attack my lord, wench!"

She was rather pissed that someone would dare attack a fellow Sith, a Lord at that! Whoever this woman was, she was going to pay for this trespass!

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He activated his crimson blade as [member="Karen Roberts"] discarded her ridiculous trappings to reveal something more combat-oriented hidden below, but he held is blade in a very lax defensive stance with the tip of his blade pointed directly at the ground. He held that position even as Karen flung herself towards him with woeful abandon to carve out his heart, and in that last moment before he came within a meter of him did the blade fly up like a coiled serpent to deftly catch the disguised Jedi's blade and deflect it. Vornskr then burst into a sudden spasm of movement, his own blade moving faster than the normal eye could comprehend as he moved to deliver a ferocious flurry of strikes aimed at Karen's individual limbs.

Strangely he was not moving for a quick kill, his movements and attacks seemed to aim towards mutilation and disfigurement than a right out gutting. Perhaps he still fancied the blue-haired temptress and sought to only cripple her and keep her for his own twisted desires. Through the deafening cacophony of battle he was able to bellow out a single phrase; "A worthy effort, little girl, but ultimately futile!" From his left hand sprung forth hateful tendrils of blue lightning, the bolts flinging forth from his crooked fingers to taint the air with the overwhelming stench of ozone as they arced through the space between Vornskr and Karen to try and entangle her in its electrical embrace.