Private Oops Bad Move

[Varin Mortifer]

Lysander von Ascania

The long day had slowly rotated into a very cold night, Varin was laying in his bed unable to sleep, something that wasn't too uncommon for the young apprentice ever since the memory session with his sponsor Revna. Some wounds were reopened and the memories just kept playing over in his head. He had hoped that the botany class he snuck into would have distracted him and to an extent that succeeded only for a short time. Now the boy was alone with his thoughts. It was starting to get relatively late in the night and out of annoyance the boy decided to get out of his bed and sit in the middle of his floor to begin meditating. Unsheathing his sith blades he gently placed the cold metal across his thighs committing the feeling of flesh and metal to memory. It was important that he would commit this feeling to memory so he was more likely to react in a more optimal fashion if he were to be threatened by such a tool.

He took in several deep breaths, letting in the very scent of the room and the environment into his being and began to concentrate on his father’s teachings, his doctrines and his ideals. The most essential lessons he could ever learn and retain, the tools needed for him to be as effective as he can. The reciting of these teachings bled into his mind, coalescing into memories of his home. Before he realised it Varin was reliving his past, going through scenarios of what he did versus what he could have done. The more he concentrated on these memories and thoughts the hotter his scars grew, without realising it his back began to smoke, thick gray clouds spewed out of his scars on his back traveling to the ceiling. Within seconds the boy was alerted to a rather loud alarm and splashing of cold water all over his body.

Varin looked up towards the leak and was greeted with a jet stream of water spraying out of the sprinkler system attempting to put out a fire that did not really exist.

“FETH!” Varin yelled to himself as he shook off some ash from his shoulder and quickly got up and grabbed his daily pants quickly slipping them on.

you could have warned me about the smoke maybe?

Didn’t seem important at the time, but maybe you should start doing that on the balcony.

“Gee thanks!” Varin sharply hissed to himself unaware he stated out loud, let alone to a figure he can only hear. He quickly walked out of his room to check on his roommate.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Varin Mortifer
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The days had blurred into weeks for Lysander; training was beginning to engulf every moment of his life. In ways that were unexpected, it was leading him to a journey of self-discovering. The acolyte found himself savoring the grind more than he ever believed imaginable. But it didn’t equal comfort. Most nights left him drained and battered; no doubt, it was a testament to the multiple daily rigorous training sessions at Kor’ethyr Academy. On top of that, he’d been further punishing his body at the gym alongside Naamino in the pursuit of strength.

To keep a sense of balance and assist with recovery, he found the aid of healing herbs from the academy's greenhouse guaranteeing he surrendered to sleep effortlessly.

Suddenly, he awoke with a jolt, the acolyte startled as icy water bit into his exposed skin, clad only in boxers. Being both groggy and disoriented, he was slow to process everything. The first thought to surface was how dry his mouth felt, but it was quickly drowned out by the words that echoed off the walls.

“What the fark!”

Every second became precious; he was determined to safeguard the few things that truly mattered. Sprinting over to one of the desks, he grabbed the datapad, then glancing over to the potent, skunky flora-- something that felt blessed by Bogan. In truth, the arrangement with two desks had never quite made sense to him, but he had made the best of it. It had become home to his pre-workout tub and Bantha whey protein.

Fortunately, the purple Derriphan cloak was nearby, and he quickly snatched it to cover the items like they were rare Sith artifacts. Then, Lysander fled from the room in a state of confusion. Water dripped from his hair as skin as he came to a sudden halt before Varin.

As he stood there, the cold barely registered now. Instead, it was just something he simply acknowledged. While his demeanor in class and antics amongst other acolytes might suggest otherwise, his time on Korriban had hardened him to where such discomforts no longer registered in his mind. Still, he didn’t have much interest in standing there for longer than necessary. With an exhale, he pushed back a damp lock from his face. A single brow raised. "Look, I don't know what happened, but how exactly are we going to make this not look like our fault?"

Personally, he was far more worried about explaining all of this to the academy’s staff. As much as he enjoyed his time here, dealing with professors, or anyone with real authority, was something that never really grew on him when things went wrong--which was more often than he would’ve liked to admit. The old, miserable Jedi Masters back on Coruscant with their wild Wookie fur looking hair were easy to run game on with a silver tongue. But here? It was nearly impossible.

“Do we like.. even need evidence? Maybe we can just pin it on that one Weequay sleemo next door. I mean, he's always looking at people like he's ready to fight or something. Everyone knows he’s a shady character."

 

[Varin Mortifer]

"Look, I don't know what happened, but how exactly are we going to make this not look like our fault?"

Varin shook his head as the water sizzled and misted off his back, the runic scars starting to dim their glow.

“WHAT OUR FAULT HOW IS THIS OUR FAULT? WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING ALL I DID WAS MEDITATE!” He quickly sheathes his sith blade and grabs the helm and crystal from his nearby desk. He quickly starts making his way towards the door.

“Do we like.. even need evidence? Maybe we can just pin it on that one Weequay sleemo next door. I mean, he's always looking at people like he's ready to fight or something. Everyone knows he’s a shady character."

Varin takes a quick second remembering the neighbor, perhaps someone he could definitely pin this on, he was rather rude in his last encounter with Varin. Perhaps a show of authority in this trying time would do the Weequay some good.

“All they know right now is there was possibly a fire. There is no evidence on us because we didn’t do anything.” Varin stops in his tracks. “Wait a sec, why would you assume it was us in the first place? Are you hiding something?!”

He walks to the door hearing the chaos in the halls as he starts to crack it open. “It better be important.” He peeks his head out into the halls looking both ways to see who all is in the halls, hoping to see the pesky neighbor.