It's Kind of a Funny Story {One Sith}

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

CORUSCANT:
Sith Training Grounds: 0700

"What the hell is that?!?"
"Holy shi- I don't know man!!!"
"There's nothing there, you idiots."

Unsurprisingly, the third voice was indeed correct. For the most part. Both of the boys who spoke were convinced that something was lurking in the shadows by the training droid charging station. Neither were brave enough to attempt to activate a droid. Their companion, a Sith Pureblood girl, was finding their cowardly nature irritating. Or that was what one would assume. In reality she had simply seen what they had not (instead of the other way around). Had the two youngsters looked up earlier, they would have seen a young woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, sitting in the rafters. When the girl had first noticed her a chill had gone down her spine. But her fear was soon replaced with mild amusement. For the strange lass had smirked devilishly and put a finger to her own lips. As if to tell the Sith to stay quiet. Not long after, her companions had started to panic. It wasn't hard to put the two together. Whoever the pastel-haired person was... this was her doing. This lovely, lovely terror was being caused by her.

Illaria, as the Pureblood was called, paused when she heard mumbling behind her. Pivoting her head she looked behind her... to find more traces of chaos. Several acolytes were swinging their blades at air (more erratically than could generally be justified), and a couple others were wide-eyed, heading for the room's exit. She started to smile... until a deep feeling of fear began to creep into her. Was this what the others were experiencing? Deep breaths rocked her chest as she did her best to fight the feeling. It appeared as if a few others were doing the same. To her- and perhaps the woman's- surprise, it wasn't terribly difficult to overcome. Still, she was left with cold sweat gathering on her brow. What had that been? Scowling she returned her gaze to where the culprit was perched. Said being was still smirking. Illaria had to hold herself together again.

"Heh heh, enjoying the show?" The odd girl asked, head tipping to the side. Everything about her just seemed so... disturbing. But the Pureblood prided herself on being a strong-willed, capable woman. And she did not flinch. Not even a little. Inside she was, however, unnerved slightly by the way the one in front of her spoke. There was no emotion in her voice. It was flat, a monotone, with only the occasional emphasis on certain words. "It could be so much better though. Only those with weak mental defenses are currently being inflicted. Serves them right, don't you think? If they can't deflect my attacks... how could they ever stand up to the real enemies? I'm doing them- and myself- a favor. I get to practice my mind-based abilities... they get to practice not being pathetic!" She laughed, a sound that seemed almost demonic, before jumping away. Scuttling would be heard as she moved around the ceiling and unto a different support. Illaria didn't know how to respond to what she had been told. Part of her did know one thing though...

She agreed.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

CORUSCANT:
Sith Training Grounds: 0715

No one else seemed to notice her. How boring! Whoever the crazy girl was, she was good enough at what she did not to get caught. Unless she wanted to, of course. That was the only reason Illaria had seen her. But now that her deeds had been witnessed... hmm. Perhaps her wondrous fun time would have to end. Maybe she could move on to sparring with the other trainees? That wouldn't be as fun. At least she'd get a better chance to interact with the others though. It wasn't like she had any friends here anyway. Kicking ass was how Sith got to know each other, right?... Eh, she didn't really care about friends, even though the Pureblood looking for her did. Quietly she settled into a comfortable position on the rafters. Well, as close to comfortable as she could get. It wasn't anything she minded. Back on Ord Mantell she had slept in piles of garbage at night. Once even while in the pouring rain. Things had changed a lot since then. For the most part, that is. It seemed like people still didn't pay the orphan girl much attention. How frustrating! She scowled at the thought. But then she put her 'mask' back on and got back to work. Reaching out with the force she searched for a target. Anyone would do. There were simply certain types of her people that were more fun to mess with. Ah! There, on the other side of the hall, a young man. On the outside he seemed as confident as ever. With a mischievous grin he cut down a few training droids. No one seemed to realize that he was filled with fear. How was that possible? Didn't Sith feed on fear? Surely someone else noticed his true feelings. Alas the odd woman's charades were cut short. Her companion from before had managed to find her, and was now staring up at her. Great. Just great.

"So... what's your name, cutie?" She asked with a playful wink. Unsurprisingly Illaria wasn't given a response. At least not for a while. Eventually the pastel-haired nerf herder spoke up. Still her voice held no emotion. And still she did not look at her fellow Sith. "Ire. Ire'Rain Sekairo. Bannerman of House Zambrano." Nothing more was said. Illaria found herself leaning against the pole, thinking about what she had just heard. Trying to figure out if the name Sekairo meant anything to her. Of course Zambrano did. They were a famous family, known for Emperors, Tyrants, Kings, and all sorts of dastardly people. If this Ire worked for them... what did that make her?... Meanwhile the woman in question was still searching for anyone acting oddly. In the end she let her facade slip, frowning slightly again. "There's a weak link over there. He's strong with a blade... but lacks courage. All he can think about is the way he was brought here. I can tell. Any time he looks at the others his panic increases. How pathetic. If he does not wish to be here, than he should leave. Or die." Ire dropped her scowl. Now she looked around once more. There were plenty of tools around for her to use against the acolyte. Plenty of things to test him with. Alasm only some would allow her to train at the same time. One such thing was the Akk dogs that others were trying to tame. Beast control wasn't exactly Ire's forte... but it was close enough to what she was used to doing. Mentally grinning she reached out with the force once more...

 

[James Maar]

James found himself wandering the halls of the academy. He was thinking about how weird it was that people gave him so much respect here. They were constantly calling him "lord", and "young master". He soon reached a place he was faintly familiar with. The training grounds. People usually spent their time here showing off, and trying to look strong for their friends and mentors. He walked onto the grounds. Chattering could be heard from every angle. There was so much going on that one could not hear an individual conversation if they wanted to. That was of course if you weren't close enough to hear it. James did however see one girl who was older than he was, simply staring at the ceiling. She seemed focused on one thing, as if there was something up there that she was trying to read.

James moved fairly close to the girl, and heard a voice that sounded both dead and soothing at the same time. It seemed to be coming straight from where the girl was looking. He looked up and saw, to his surprise, a woman sitting among the rafters. She had a very attractive look to her face, and James could tell that she would have been very beautiful if it wouldn't have been for the corruption that plagued her. James looked at her for awhile, and wondered if he should interrupt the two girls' conversation. Eventually he decided against it, and just watched.

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

*Clank, clank, clank* The Sound of Cybernetics echoed throughout the training halls and metal footsteps thumped lightly. It was always an interesting sight to see a Acolyte in armor but the way this one carried himself was interesting. He was a Zabrak, strong muscular and bulky, his skin was black like space and his tattoos grey. His Horns where kept neat and his face bore some scars from combat that stretched down to his neck and probably to his chest. The Rest of his body was covered in a Cybernetic suit of a Dark Grey color decorated in Old Sith Markings of Lore. Most other Acolytes paused and watched the Zabrak go about his stroll in the Temple and others kneel thinking he was a Sith Knight or Dark Lord. The Zabraks belt rattled with every movement and his lightsaber moved around lightly.

What was interesting was that the Vast majority of Acolytes had What was known as Darksider eyes. Corruption of the Darkside always started with the eyes, after all they where the windows to the soul but the gaze of the Zabrak... Pure Green. A untainted color that showed his character and he believed set him apart from the rest. Looking around he smirked and found himself next to another acolyte [member="James Maar"] who looked like he was watching a show with couple girls chatting. Walking closer the Zabrak tilted his head and asked " Are you finding Everything OK?" he said in raspy voice that hinted he was older around the age of his mid thirties.

" I Hope you are finding your self entertained" he smiled and gazed at [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] plainly.