Ask Damnation is Just Friday Night Detention

[Ahriman]

"You're late again, acolyte."

With one hand still pressed against the open door, Ahriman regarded the woman standing at the front of the classroom with a blank expression, her eyes half-closed as if her eyelids were weighed down with lead. She managed, albeit unintentionally, to look rather uncaring about her tardiness. "My apologies, master. It won't happen again," she droned off, reciting the same line she'd used for almost all of her teachers at that point. For this class in particular though, it probably would happen again. Was she supposed to care about the history of ancient Sith Lords? Half of them would have been lost to obscurity if not for one random holocron they left behind.

Just as she knew she would be, Ahriman was late again to class the next week, but she didn't get off with a scornful look from the teacher. Daeva seemed rather disappointed when her punishment was 'just a detention.' Ahriman, though, was irritated. Did it have to be on a Friday night? She was supposed to meet her spice plug tonight...

"Are you Ahriman?" asked a heavy-set Twi'lek man with ochre skin and beady citrine eyes. Ahriman nodded and correctly assumed this man was in charge of detention. He glanced down at his datapad, tapped the screen with a tattooed finger, and grunted. "Tardiness. Is it really that hard to show up for class on time?" He sighed quite dramatically. "Acolytes these days, I swear. Back in my day- " He began to complain, but Ahriman had already tuned him out. She slid into one of the chairs to wait, her fingers itching to pull her phone out.

She hoped that whatever she'd be sent to do, it would somehow be less boring than sitting through that damn history class.

@Sreeya

 

[Nash]

Without warning, something was tossed into the room. A thick, green smoke began to fill the space that smelled like rotten eggs and old fish. It was enough to make everyone start gagging or puking at once.

“NOT AGAIN!” The twi’lek male coughed and sputtered, already knowing the culprit, “LYRR’NASHYRRA!! I AM SEND-" cough cough gag. The smoke was in his mouth and he almost vomited right there. The other acolytes were screaming and scrambling to get out, “I WILL BE WRITING TO MASTER KRESSH ABOUT THIS- hyuuuk.

The entire room turned into chaos. Nash was nowhere to be seen just yet because she was busy making a hasty escape running down the corridors. There was no way she was going to sit through another detention, so she hatched a plan to ruin the entire afternoon. Surviving one Code Red mission gave her an overblown sense of confidence and she was far more reckless these days.

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[Ahriman]

One second Ahriman was slumped into the hard plastic chair, her ears twitching at random intervals while she spaced out, half aware of her surroundings. The next she was doubled over, one hand braced on the armrest while the other clawed her hair back away from her face. She vomited onto the floor, barely managing to avoid puking on herself as the vile burned up her throat and out her mouth. In the process, a stomach full of bile fell right onto another's shoes. Sympathy vomiting ensued after a string of infuriated curses.

As uncomfortable as she was, Ahriman could, at the very least, be grateful that she wasn't the poor Zygerrian girl who had been subject to the worst of the bomb at the front of the class. She was among the first to scramble out, followed quickly by the others. When the detention head finally recovered, he chased after them, ignoring Ahri and the others who had stayed put in their seats, many still dry heaving.

"GET BACK HERE!" Ahriman didn't know if his shout was for the escaping students or the culprit, but she wasn't going to stick around and wait for him to get back, especially not with the guy she'd puked on giving her the stink eye. She carefully removed herself from the puke-stained desk, crossed the classroom in a few strides, then curled her long fingers under the lip of the window and thrust it open. Warm air burst in, giving those inside a breath of relief as Ahriman ducked through and dropped to the ground below.

« You smell like shit. » Daeva was waiting for her at the bottom, having materialized where she couldn't see. "Do you even have a working nose?" Ahriman retorted with a bit of edge to her voice. « It's your nose, technically, » he quipped back. Ahriman took a whiff of the air and about gagged again. The smell of vomit was coming from both her breath and her jacket, which had caught some splashes of vomit.

'Right then, bathroom.' The half-Sephi shrugged off the jacket, rubbed the offending marks off in the grass, and then headed straight for the nearest bathroom. The window facing the courtyard she was in was already open — likely thanks to someone smoking out of it earlier — so she vaulted in. The stalls were all open, save one, but there was no one by the sinks. The acolyte wandered over to one, flipped back the faucet, and began to fill her hands with water to rinse her mouth out with.

As much as she would have loved to not have just puked out her guts, she couldn't be too mad at the situation. Whoever the culprit was — this "Lyrr'Nashyrra" — they'd gotten her out of detention. No class, no detention, and she'd be able to meet her spice plug. Hell, she could probably even sneak a joint right now...

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[Nash]

Nash thought she had it all figured out. She was in the girl’s bathroom hiding out from her menace activities. The single stall was locked because it was literally a biohazard zone in there. She was around the corner when a figure just vaulted in through the window like some sort of ninja.

“HOLY SHIT!” Nash yelped, grabbing a nearby sabreze can as a weapon to spray the intruder. However, she realized it was just another acolyte and not a Champion about to tell on her. She kept the scented aerosol handy just in case, scowling at the girl, “You didn’t see me,” Nash said simply, turning to casually leave. Except this was one of those door locks where you had to jiggle it just perfectly. Her nonchalant exit turned into a struggle for life as she cursed under her breath and tried to finagle the janky lock to the bathroom door open after she locked herself in.

@lizziie

 

[Ahriman]

Ahriman vaulted through the window and was immediately spooked by Nash's loud exclamation. Her ears flattened to her skull and she flinched, moving to block her face as the aerosol can was pointed toward her. Fortunately, she didn't end up a walking air freshener.

"Sure." Happy to be sabreeze-freeze, Ahriman continued to the sink and began to rinse out her mouth while Nash struggled with the lock. After a minute or so, the half-Sephi gave a curious glance, wondering why it was taking this girl so damn long to open the door. Was it really that hard to open?

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Ahriman crossed the room in a few strides to come to a stop by Nash. "You're doing it wrong," she said plainly, reaching over to the lock. "You have to- Wait..." Why wasn't it opening?

Ahri, using both hands now, tried again to wrestle the lock open in the same way she'd done tens of times before. Rather than open like it was supposed to though, it-

Clang! The screws holding the lock gave way and the metal object fell to the floor, bouncing off the tile near the two women's feet. Ahriman looked down at it, her ears twitching as she struggled between feeling embarrassed or irritated. What the hell?

"Oops."

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[Nash]

Nash was getting more and more frustrated. She had a reputation for punching things into submission and she considered that as the next option. The other girl practically teleported next to her to snootily critique Nash’s lock fiddling skills. The twi’lek slowly turned to look at her with a look that usually preceded a slug to the face. However, the situation was diffused when the girl also began to struggle, leaving Nash amused.

She stared for a moment after the screws loosened and the girl was left holding the lock. Nash blinked for a moment as the door slowly creaked open.

“Awkward,” She muttered as she prepared to leave. Nash paused then, glancing over at the girl, “Wait are you that chick everyone thinks is crazy?” She blurted out before she could stop herself. Damn, Nash, why you gotta be so rude? Externally her face betrayed nothing, “Cuz you talk to yourself and shit?” Nash added as if clarifying further on her rude ass comment was in any way helpful.

The girl would have only a moment to answer before Nash heard footsteps, “Shit!” She yelped as she charged out of the bathroom, motioning for the chick to follow if she wanted.

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[Ahriman]

Ahriman quickly turned her eyes toward Nash at the comment. "Everyone thinks what?" Her face remained still but the tone of her voice said it all; she seemed surprised at that. The Twi'lek went on to mention the 'talking to herself' part, and Ahriman's ears slammed firmly into the side of her skull.

'Right, of course.' She'd been less careful when she'd first arrived at the Sith, but it seemed the rumors had persisted. She didn't have time to think about it, attempt an explanation, or even just answer before the sound of heavy footsteps appeared. Nash dashed off, and Ahriman followed. She wasn't about to get sent back to detention.

"HEY- LYRR’NASHYRRA- YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE TO- !"

Ahriman caught up to Nash in a few strides, though she was far less athletic than the twi'lek and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep up if this wild chase went on for too long. Thus, the half-Sephi immediately began looking for an escape route. Wait- This was the same girl who'd thrown the stink bombs?

The memory of the scent almost made her gag again. "Do you have anymore of those things? The stink bombs?"

Surely he'd be lost if Nash could just hit him with the stink explosion again.

@Sreeya