The Dark Academy on Korriban

"Don't I? So give me an idea."

Layne arrived, the hood of her fancy new (yet ancient by design) armored robes covering her head; not appearing too bothered by the long trek from wherever her craft had 'landed', and made her way over to stow gear and what not, a frown given mid-walk at the sight of Zeno and Jo'ren talking.

Buddying up now? Whatever

Tent entrance...

Stow gear!

...tent exit.

Sylvain arrived in the camp and found his designated space quite close to where Zeno and Jo'ren were talking. After taking care of his personal effects he walked over to the two of them and nodded a greeting.

"Interesting entry point this morning wasn't it?" He said with a smile.

"Fate happens," he says. "And now I have to watch my ass. Zash is a handful for a master and I'm a handful for an apprentice to her I imagine." The cool stare was not missed. Something was bothering Jo'Ren but if he wasn't going to spit it out then it must have been super unimportant to him.

He sees many others start showing up in the camp that he knew. Many he liked and one he didn't.

He looked to Sylvain. "Hey. Was fun."

Sinea also arrived, and put her stuff away, then came out, and let out a sigh as she stretched. Finally. She gave a wave to the familiar figures.... and unfamiliar ones as well.

He smiled and nodded, "Landed in some sort of cotton tree myself. Rather enjoyable, all things considered."

He nodded to Jo'ren, "Aspirant Rath."

Then looked out into the camp. "Looks like everyone seems to be filing in." He spots Layne and smiles. "You and Aspirant Hoshin kiss and make-up yet?"

"I'll kiss that gornt when gornts learn to fly," he says with a smirk.

He chuckled, "Shall we see if she has wings?"

Sylvain looks over to Layne and calls out, "Aspirant Hoshin!" Then waves his hand for her to come over.

Zeno rolls his eyes. He was not really looking forward to this shit show.

Ugh... they're multiplying.

She made her way over. Reluctantly.

"The hell you want, Torsin?"

"It'd been a few days since we last spoke." He smiled, "How have you been? You remember Zeno right?"

"Not really," she said.

Sylvain chuckled, "Such a poor memory. Your guardian spirits don't have notes on the living I guess."

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I don't have any guardian spirits, Torsin. I'm not like you and your man-ravaging queen. She still hopping around in there? Maybe she can give us another show."

I am a deceptioncon: 2eA 2 successes

(OOC: Deception roll?)

"Doesn't surprise me you have a hard time remembering things. Must have been slapped upside your head one too many times by your master before your powers manifested," he says with a shrug.

"No, see someone with my background learns how to only focus on the important details so you don't waste time on things that don't matter. So anyway, I'm Layne. Who are you?"

Sylvain smirked, "You're a terrible liar Layne... You already showed your hand the last time we spoke... but well enough. The Queen is gone, I'm afraid. Sorry to disappoint you."

Then listened to Zeno.

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Layne's Deception Opposed Dice, Nobody's Fool: 3eC 2 failures, 3 threat


(OOC: So 0 successes and 3 threat for your Deception)

"You're not really important enough for me to share it," he says. "This one's the one that wanted to talk to you," he says pointing to Syl.

"Didn't realize he liked to slum it." Zeno says with a shrug. "I guess you must be doing something right if you get the privilege of dangling off his hang down."

"Must be lonely in there then," she said to Sylvain with a shrug.

As for Zeno; she ignored his comments as if he didn't even exist or hadn't said anything... knowing that doing so would probably annoy him.

"How'd you manage that, anyway?"

And yet, he had productive conversations with Kristal. And it annoyed him not in the least. "I'm gonna go catch up with Moyr and Baesal, Syl. Been nice chatting with you Jo'ren Rath. But there's a foul odor that just rolled into the area that I'm not fond of." Zeno stands up and bows his head to the two sith he recognizes before moving to greet the ladies.

"Baesal, Moyr, afternoon."

Baesal grit her teeth

"Eeeeh...maybe later. Now is lunch time!"

R5-T8, droid god of timing

"Oh..hey there Zeno"

He smiled, "Need a hand getting rid of yours?"

"Afternoon, Zeno."

Moyr watched him tactically withdraw from what could easily change into a cesspool plunge with mild amusement. She side-nodded to Baes in acceptance of the delay. She gestured around their spot.

"The doctor has prescribed healthy diet and rest."

"Mine's not a case of possession, Torsin. Besides, he's gone."