The Dark Academy on Korriban

"Who knows. Maybe I will?" she chuckled and sipped her wine, raising an eyebrow as she listend to Sinea.

"Thanaton not your kind of guy, Sin?"

"More like I see my current goals lining up more with Arya, and I would prefer to have her on my side." She smiled lightly. "Yavin... changed things."

Seems like Yavin was a season of change for almost everyone, she thought.

"Care to elaborate?" she asked over the rim of her glass.

"Some." She smiled at Saisha's playing with her glass, and mimicked it. "I... we, the Okatesh, usually prefer to hang back and let others deal with mortal danger. We got by pretty well so far with that. Being attacked by a mass of savages.... I don't care to return to it. To be so... helpless. So, reason would have it, I either need a bodyguard, or I need to learn to fend for myself. And I don't think a bare Sith like me is going to get a good enough bodyguard for whatever happens."

He winked. "Hardly a secret if I'm telling you about it, and I didn't take you a for a liar. As a matter of fact I do miss it. It taught me much about what it means to be Sith."

He sipped his beer again. "So, where are you heading next?"

"I saw her before the battle but we were just our usual selves with each other then... and no remains have been found as far as I was told. But... let's not allow this to sour our moods tonight."

Moyr still seemed quite distraught under her pleasant mien, but tried to shake it off.

"What do we drink? Order #66?"

"Careful," she chuckled, "that right there could sound like admission to weakness to potential rivals, Sin."

"So you'll be picking up your skill with the lightsaber, huh? There are some techniques that could work well for someone like you, that places emphasis on fighting with smarts over brawn."

Sylvain nodded and allowed for her explanation to pass for the time being despite her emotionally ambiguous response.

"Sounds good." He then scanned the cantina to see each of the people that had gathered, the nice thing about the mask was that it allowed for eyes to wander without letting others know.

"So what is the plan for you going forward Zeno? Back home for now?"

He nods at the drink selection. "No. I'll be heading to Republic space with Lord Zash, later tonight or early in the morning. Dantooine. But I've been in contact with them and let them know the news. I have been congratulated and given words of support from hundreds of my brothers and sisters already. My text inbox basically exploded in a matter of hours. I turned off the audio alert after three minutes off non-stop notifications," he says, with a bit of a grin.

"I'm guaranteed to have enough liquor when I get back to Deathwright Station to die from alcohol poisoning a hundred times over. Especially since most Deathwrights who develop force powers almost invariably end up leaving the family behind completely."

"Not my beauty? I'm wounded." She said with fake dramatics, before taking another sip of wine, before shrugging. "Oh, don't worry. I know your weakness too. Advanced algebra."

Niriti walked in with her newest dress, which accentuated her body figure. She drifted into the end of the cantina, where the bar was, with confidence and charm, dragging most of the eyes towards her, and taking a glass softly between her fingers gracefully. As she drank she looked to the rest of the room

"So death by alcohol? I suppose that's one way to ensure loyalty to House Deathwright." He said with a chuckle.

Rumun arrives to the farewell party. The duros was wearing a long leather jacket with an awesome hat. He walks around, greeting his fellow Siths.

He goes to the bar and ask to the bartender droid for a mug of ale.

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She shot Sinea a brief, almost playful, glare.

"I blame my algebra teacher for being a dreadful boor, and for not noticing that I was sneaking out."

"Not everyone can be perfect. Well, we are, but let's be generous." She smiled and let out a small giggle. "It's good to let out some steam. The last bits were intense, but then, that is what our future holds. And no, that is not a vision."

"Two beautiful pureblood women," she grinned, "it is hard to match that in perfection, yes."

"Shame you won't be serving with Darth Vowrawn too. He would probably have been very flattered to have both of us."

"Mhm." She murmured before placing the wine down. "But then, we need to spread the love around. With great beauty comes great responsibility after all."

"All too true," she laughed with some dramatic flair. "Alas, the burdens of genetics."

"You'll be keeping in touch with some of the other apprentices here?"

"Hope to. You?" She asked curiously.

"Well, i didn't manage to waste Zeno back on Yavin. Not for the lack of trying."

Moyr chuckled.

"And while today is not a good day for a second attempt... I suppose you two want the lady to pay for the first round?"

She was ready to walk away toward the bar.

"Same," she gave an appriciative glance in the direction of Jo'ren. "For various reasons." And then she let out a small giggle before sipping her wine again.

"Some will be rivals, some might be outright enemies, and some, well... friends and allies are also a part of the strength of a Sith's powerbase."

He chuckled, "I'll cover it."

"So can be rivals." She smirked, and her smile was wide at Jo'ren. "Great minds... I do hope you'll spare some time from your archaeological social galas to chat about fashion."

"I certainly will. A good sense of fashion should be shared," she smiled, noticing Sinea seemed to be admiring the same pureblood as she was. "Sharing isn't too bad from time to time, after all. Be it fashion, or other pleasureable hobbies."

"Rum!"

Moyr waved her hand to the big Duros by the bar, noticing him after taking her turn. She then bent toward Zeno and Syl to explain.

"Rum and I have been fashion hunting in the morning. He helped me picked up the dress, his advice was indispensable. And look at that hat!"