Another day at the academy. Vossari had been summoned here by an administrator to discuss...something. Was he slacking as an acolyte, a slackolyte? Nah, couldn't be that. They felt like they had accomplished so much....
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Actually, that wasn't true at all. They felt like a mediocre piece of shit. Someone who had no right to the title of Sith, and someone too stupid and weak to ever ascend to the title of Champion. Their attempts at humor often pushed the boundaries of those more powerful than them. And in the Sith Order, when you broke the rules, the consequences were more sever than detention. Worse than all of that, they lacked vision, drive - their art had become stale, their music senile, and their work as a warrior in the Sith reflected those two categories. Stale and senile. It was infuriating.
They assumed they had been finally cast aside by Param as they had most everyone else in their life. A Sith rarely took on two acolytes, so he heard. Perhaps his manipulation of her thoughts on the ship had been a step too far, and she, too, wanter herself rid of him. Vossari sauntered to an chamber in the academy - the room he was summoned to in this missive. Cradling an ice pack on a broken nose, Vossari swung their legs idly, dressed in a casual outfit for their day back at the academy.
Whatever it was gonna be today, it could be worse than getting knocked around by Karys on a dingy bar on Nar Shadda.
@Apollyon
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Actually, that wasn't true at all. They felt like a mediocre piece of shit. Someone who had no right to the title of Sith, and someone too stupid and weak to ever ascend to the title of Champion. Their attempts at humor often pushed the boundaries of those more powerful than them. And in the Sith Order, when you broke the rules, the consequences were more sever than detention. Worse than all of that, they lacked vision, drive - their art had become stale, their music senile, and their work as a warrior in the Sith reflected those two categories. Stale and senile. It was infuriating.
They assumed they had been finally cast aside by Param as they had most everyone else in their life. A Sith rarely took on two acolytes, so he heard. Perhaps his manipulation of her thoughts on the ship had been a step too far, and she, too, wanter herself rid of him. Vossari sauntered to an chamber in the academy - the room he was summoned to in this missive. Cradling an ice pack on a broken nose, Vossari swung their legs idly, dressed in a casual outfit for their day back at the academy.
Whatever it was gonna be today, it could be worse than getting knocked around by Karys on a dingy bar on Nar Shadda.
@Apollyon