[Nexus:] Ignitis Academy I: Come to the Dark Side.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Front Entrance

Ravanys returns from the excursion. She seems tired, but otherwise, she looks fine.

A keen observer might note that, while she had left in a group of three, only she returns.

The tiefling has her lightsabers hooked onto her belt. She also has two others. One had belonged to Garn, the Jedi the group had left to hunt. The other belonged to Trucido.

That might be a hint as to what happened.

[Aric Kale]

Front Entrance

Ravanys may also have Korwil's staff in hand. However, it's not a big deal if the tiefling left it. The former Acolyte now Force Wraith can just carry it himself, in a sense.

Basically, a tiefling and a floating staff approach the academy.

[Arkhosia]

Entrance

The two will likely notice Shantelle sitting on a rock nearby, using her poculokinetic abilities to sharpen a piece of glass. Her black hair may have a few sprinkles stuck in it, likely from her time away from the academy.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Entrance

Ravanys does carry the staff, actually. Her player just completely forgot about it.

The tiefling sees Shantelle and watches her for a moment or two. She wondered what she was making.

What happened to your hair?

[Aric Kale]

Front Entrance

Without a physical body, Korwil can only Sense what is around his center of Force (slight pun intended). Unless he looks through Ravanys' eyes, of course. Which he will.

It would be difficult to adjust to not having eyes. Or limbs.

Glass wielder, what is your name? A disembodied voice echoes in Shantelle's head, assuming she can't block it out.

[Arkhosia]

Entrance

Ravanys does carry the staff, actually. Her player just completely forgot about it.

The tiefling sees Shantelle and watches her for a moment or two. She wondered what she was making.

What happened to your hair?

Things I dont feel like discussing about.
She replies, continuing her sharpening. She runs a finger upon it lightly, immediately beginning to bleed due to the sharpness of the glass.
Perfect
She says to herself.

Front Entrance

Without a physical body, Korwil can only Sense what is around his center of Force (slight pun intended). Unless he looks through Ravanys' eyes, of course. Which he will.

It would be difficult to adjust to not having eyes. Or limbs.

Glass wielder, what is your name? A disembodied voice echoes in Shantelle's head, assuming she can't block it out.

Shantelle she replies mentally.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Entrance

Ravanys shrugs a bit. Fair enough. How about the glass, then. Care to discuss that?

[Aric Kale]

Front Entrance

Korwil cares not for the other conversation. He had other matters to deal with.

Why are you here, Shantelle? Why are you really here?

Do you recognize my voice?

[Arkhosia]

Entrance

Ravanys shrugs a bit. Fair enough. How about the glass, then. Care to discuss that?

I'm a poculokinetic by birth. It's much more enjoyable to kill with glass. It's a challenge, and you can do more with it than a knife or gun.
She replies, stowing the glass in a pocket of her jacket.

Front Entrance

Korwil cares not for the other conversation. He had other matters to deal with.

Why are you here, Shantelle? Why are you really here?

Do you recognize my voice?

To gain power. And nope! Should I?

[KerfuffleMach2]

Entrance

I have no idea what a poculokinetic is, but hey, a weapon is a weapon.

The tiefling holds her hand out towards Shantelle. Mind if I take a look at it?

[Aric Kale]

Front Entrance

There's a mental sigh at the glass master's first response. Power. How shallow...

You are not ready...do you even have the Force? Traise will then reach out with his own aura, looking for a response from her own Force aura. If it's there at all, he should be able to find it.

[Arkhosia]

Entrance

I have no idea what a poculokinetic is, but hey, a weapon is a weapon.

The tiefling holds her hand out towards Shantelle. Mind if I take a look at it?

Basically I was born with the ability to telekinetically influence glass. Just glass for some reason though. Sure, but be careful. It's quite sharp.
Danielle hans her the glass carefully, and it is indeed very sharp! Also it's recently been altered to be mirrored, so that it reflects the tiefling's image very well.
I specialize in manipulating glass in combat and currently rely on that ability as I haven't really gotten much training yet. I have a lot of experience in the military, and I can manipulate the molecular structure, shape, and strength of glass. I basically work as support and artillery in team combat, but I prefer to cut the enemy up with my hands around my blades, whether it be light, glass or metal.

Front Entrance

There's a mental sigh at the glass master's first response. Power. How shallow...

You are not ready...do you even have the Force? Traise will then reach out with his own aura, looking for a response from her own Force aura. If it's there at all, he should be able to find it.

She has weakish Force ability.
Well, I am here for power, which I want for other reasons, so.... and yes.µ

[KerfuffleMach2]

Entrance

Strange ability.

Ravanys carefully takes the glass and looks it over thoroughly. She may not have much experience with glass, but she knows her way around basic melee weapons well enough.

After a bit, Ravanys will hand it back to Shantelle. Well, hope it works for ya. Might need it more in the near future. Not sure what the fallout for killing Garn will be.

[Aric Kale]

Front Entrance

Your true strength lays with your glass. Your Force capabilities are weak and they will not carry you to greater power...not unless you truly devote yourself to all that is the Force...

[Solidarity]

[Main Entrance]

People.

Commoners.

He hated regular, non-sensitives. Seyren had to trudge a good few miles to get here. The cityfolk were not helpful in finding this place in the least. After searching for days once he'd caught wind of this academy, laying his eyes upon the glorious structure did well to lessen the nettlesome feeling he held from dealing with such low-lives. Though the young man's pace hadn't slowed, he gazed in awe at Ignitis Academy lying in the distance. As he approaches, those skilled in detecting force-sensitives will be able to detect his aura outstretched to a very condensed, finite sphere. Not very powerful, but certainly not sloppy. Weighted steps made their way to the entrance in time, and in front of the door, Seyren paused.

It would seem his eyes glaze over in thought, appearing vacant.

Someone ought to have sensed him. His eyes unchanging, he'll look to a few of the highest towering structures and tilt his head slightly.

((EDIT: Closed until either Trucido or Skye can interact))

[Aric Kale]

Main Entrance
)(Trucido is dead to the world and I don't know if Skye is still involved)(

Someone most certainly had sensed Seyren. None other than Korwil Traise himself, the Force Wraith, torn apart by the shear power of his aura.

The force-sensitive should see the grass around him to start blowing towards him, despite the wind. A new trick of Korwil's.
Seyren will be able to sense a sentience behind the aura surrounding him, but there is no clear anchor or source.

Then a voice, gently wafting just on the outskirts of his mind...

Welcome to Ignitis Academy, why do you wish to take up the title of Student? Hmm?

The voice is nonthreatening, gentle, and not at all wraithlike.

[Solidarity]

Main Entrance

)(Trucido is dead to the world and I don't know if Skye is still involved)(

Someone most certainly had sensed Seyren. None other than Korwil Traise himself, the Force Wraith, torn apart by the shear power of his aura.

The force-sensitive should see the grass around him to start blowing towards him, despite the wind. A new trick of Korwil's.
Seyren will be able to sense a sentience behind the aura surrounding him, but there is no clear anchor or source.

Then a voice, gently wafting just on the outskirts of his mind...

Welcome to Ignitis Academy, why do you wish to take up the title of Student? Hmm?

The voice is nonthreatening, gentle, and not at all wraithlike.

)(Guess I should have read the most recent posts here first, instead of the first few pages.)(

The grass, aura, and voice are pinpricks in Seyren's agitated mind, no matter how faint. His reaction to the mental intrusion does not convey this, however. Slight paranoia begins to rise in Seyren, as he tries to determine the source of the voice. Finding nobody, he looks back to the door.

"I arrive to learn. To continue my teachings. Who am I speaking with?" he asks aloud. His words are measured, but his tone is mildly annoyed.

[Aric Kale]

Main Entrance

)(It happens to the best of us )(

The voice in Seyren's head will sound slightly amused, as the grass begins to flatten just in front of him, looking suspiciously like a path.

Enter, child. I understand that you have already begun your studies in the Force, which I will continue. Open the doors and walk through.

As for my identity? I am Darth Traise, Force Wraith.

I was a student here, before my Aura tore me apart from the seems...I am here to make sure that fate never befalls any others at Ignitis Academy...though it isn't likely to anyways.

The wind will swirl around Seyren, possibly nudging him forward if he doesn't actively resist with the Force.

[TechnoScrabble]

Training Grounds

On a stump in the middle of the forested grounds, Lazaro sits cross-legged, a small black pyramid in his lap, radiating power. Bits of bone and metal and fluctuating orange crystal drift slowly through the air around him, rearranging themselves into various shapes, then disassembling and drifting once more.

"...between the practical strike and the infamous six-part slash, control is the common key..."

A lightsaber. Simple. Crackling orange blade. Too easy. Next task.

"...control over yourself, your senses, your surroundings..."

Rearrange the crystals, make a double bladed form. The handle is just big enough for the wide stance it requires. But that's not Lazaro's style.

"...even Juyo, the form without form, requires the utmost precision. One slip means loss of a finger, an arm, a life..."

Single bladed again. Turn the second crystal against the first. Watch as the blade strengthens and sparks. Feel the heat as it burns.

"...without control, you have nothing. You are nothing."

Lazaro's eyes snap open.

"Indeed."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Training Grounds

Ravanys steps into the area at a swift pace. The tiefling wasn't wearing the armor from the mission with Trucido anymore. She was in her normal outfit of a small leather top, big gloves, boots, bikini-like bottom, a couple of large belts, and a large piece of leather hanging from her hips.

Her lightsabers were hanging from her belts. The one on her left was smaller than the other. The lightsabers she had recovered from Skyside were on display in the main hall now. She could have kept them, but she didn't want to.

The tiefling turns her attention to Lazaro for a moment as she passes him. She doesn't bother him, though. He was focused on his task, and she saw no point in distracting him from it at the moment.

Instead, Ravanys takes a seat on the ground a short distance away. She folds her legs, let's her tail fall comfortably behind her, and takes a deep breath before closing her eye and bowing her horned head.

The training grounds may not be the recommended place for meditation, but it's where Ravanys preferred to do hers.

[TechnoScrabble]

Training Grounds

"I wouldn't sit there if I were you," Lazaro suggests off-handedly, watching his lightsaber twirl lazily through the air. He makes no motion to move, just idly moving his hand to the holocron as it mutters its dark teachings.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Training Grounds

Ravanys opens her eye, raises her head, and glares at Lazaro.

And why is that?

Her voice is probably a bit deeper than Lazaro was expecting.

[TechnoScrabble]

Training Grounds

Lazaro's voice has been raspy from the horrible burns all across his neck and once-adorable face for almost a year now, so if her voice bothers him, it doesn't show.

"One, because I don't like it when people hang around behind me. And two," a clump of dirt near Ravanys flies up in front of her face, crawling with large, spikey red ants that angrily flex their stingers at the intrusion, "We have an infestation, and you ain't wearing any pants."

[Solidarity]

Main Entrance

)(It happens to the best of us )(

The voice in Seyren's head will sound slightly amused, as the grass begins to flatten just in front of him, looking suspiciously like a path.

Enter, child. I understand that you have already begun your studies in the Force, which I will continue. Open the doors and walk through.

As for my identity? I am Darth Traise, Force Wraith.

I was a student here, before my Aura tore me apart from the seems...I am here to make sure that fate never befalls any others at Ignitis Academy...though it isn't likely to anyways.

The wind will swirl around Seyren, possibly nudging him forward if he doesn't actively resist with the Force.

A Sith. A true Sith.

His annoyance immediately dissipates, once Seyren learns the wraith's name and status. Funnily enough, said wind will find Seyren incredibly heavy; not even the loosest parts of his clothing so much as ripple in the breeze. All the same, Seyren will nod and enter the compound.

Internally, he almost chuckles. Force Wraiths. His former master had specialized in creating phantoms using the Force. How ironic it was, then, to be addressed by such a Sith. One who'd be teaching him.

The young man steps inside the building and pauses yet again. Unsure as to where to continue from here. He can only faintly sense the presence of Darth Traise, but finds it impossible to determine it's direction.

"Lord Traise?" He'll call out. "Are you able to manifest yourself?"

[The Alexandrian]

[Shantelle and Toy - A True Sith Never Dies!]

If you get that reference, I'll reward you with a cookie!

It'll be an imaginary cookie because modern tech is woefully inferior to Willy Wonka's (all of the sadness), but it'll be a cookie nonetheless!

Toy arrives here at some point, likely accompanied by the dread poculokinetic Shantelle! The state in which they arrive is unknown to me, but they're probably both alive (probably).

This isn't Toy's home (she wasn't admitted to the academy when she visited this dark temple so many months ago - at least not onscreen), so she (and I) presume that Shantelle will be taking the lead on this perhaps grim adventure!

[Aric Kale]

Training Grounds

The Force behind Seyren will lead him to the outskirts of the Training Grounds, far enough to be out of the way, but close enough to be seen.

My physical form evaporated, allowing me to more fully control my Aura. I am unable to manifest as a result.

Child, what is your name? Technically, Korwil is a mere 28, so it's a bit of laugh for him to call anyone a child. Not that Seyren knows that...

Toy and Shantelle

A separate and weaker section of Traise is at the gate, keeping the Sith informed of any intruders.

The disembodied voice will attempt to enter their minds, gauging their physical and mental state.
Shantelle, who have you brought to this Academy? He asks. Traise would not admit anyone who could pose a threat to the establishment.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Training Grounds

Ravanys raises her eyebrow at the dirt before her.

Well, while I don't care about your first point, your second one is valid.

Ravanys stands and walks to a large rock nearby, which she sits on instead of the ground.

[TechnoScrabble]

Training Grounds

"Nobody ever cares about the first point," Lazaro says flatly, flinging the dirt and vicious ants away.

The mutterings of the holocron die down, and it falls silent. Lazaro sets it into the thick trunk at his side, and draws out a red and silver helmet-clearly of mandalorian make. After a minute of turning it over in his hands and feeling every scratch and pock on its surface, he places it on over his head and stares straight ahead, still levitating his lightsaber.

[Aric Kale]

NEW THREAD

[KerfuffleMach2]

Training Grounds

Ravanys readjusts herself into the same position as before, but doesn't close her eye. She watches Lazaro as he dons his helmet.

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