Vasari
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Post by Vasari on May 1, 2017 23:10:51 GMT -8
Vasari's eyebrows knit together in fierce annoyance at the realization she was being used as a pawn in some political power struggle, and yet she had learned over the years to hold her tongue in the presence of the Masters. She nodded silently through the Blademaster's explanation and considered the gravity of the situation she had been thrust into. If the new Sithari that Dravok had mentioned, and that now she was hearing of again was so powerful - he could wipe the academy from the face of Iridonia without batting an eye. If Malidris had already fallen, and there were before word had even reached them of war then that meant he was still attempting to solidify his power and didn't want the academy to be piece used against him later. This gave her pause...
"He would be a poor Sithari to cast a piece from the board completely... If it were Me leading the assault, my goal would be to eliminate the headmaster, Without his Order the other Masters wouldn't fight... would they?"
Vasari fell into line behind Clarell as they moved through the corridors.The mind of the young sorceress was already branching out to her surroundings, attempting to feel where the groups of the soldiers were the strongest, where the deaths were the most recent, the force spoke to her and she spoke without hesitation.
"The Library is overrun... the Landing stations... much death.... the Citadel I feel..."
Vasari hesitated and had to reach out to steady herself on the corridor wall.
"I feel a strong force coming from the HeadMaster's citadel... someone very powerful is there..."
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Post by Viox Savage on May 1, 2017 23:38:11 GMT -8
Walking along, Clarell listened. The acolyte raised a good point. And she had been considering that herself, to be honest. Sorting out her thoughts, Clarell spoke.
"If the Sith'ari has any brains in his head, he'll try to keep the Academy itself intact. A strike at key locations would be the best option. Eliminate areas that are likely to cause major problems. Makes sense why they'd be at the Library then. A lot of vital history and teachings there. Security stations as well as trooper barracks and dormitories would also be targets...hmm..."
Clarell's brow furrowed in thought.
"This particular passage leads to the kitchens. There is a secondary staircase that goes right up to the Headmaster's level. Perhaps if we get to him, we can either coordinate our defense better, or talk some reason into him. Either way, I don't feel the need to throw my own life away simply because the old bastard doesn't light change. Be mindful, acolyte. We must move quickly."
And with that, Clarell took off at a brisk jog down the narrow and dimly lit service passage. At this point, Clarell didn't know if she wanted to stand with the Headmaster or the new Sith'ari. The Headmaster was being defiant and the Sith'ari was retaliating. Sure, he was ultimately responsible for the deaths of each student that died today, but perhaps the Headmaster was more at fault here. Being a Sith was one thing. Being a well respected instructor was another matter entirely. These students were the future of the Sith. And they were being needlessly slaughtered to appease an old man. No. Regardless of how this played out, Clarell was going to have words with the Headmaster before this was all over.
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Oct 19, 2017 19:28:03 GMT -8
As soon as Vasari stepped into the Stacks she knew why the library had been closed for so long to the acolytes, her eyes widened and her teeth nearly clenched in anger and betrayal.Of the countless thousands of books, tomes, and holodisks that once made up the Stacks only a handful remained accessible. Most of the knowledge base of the library had been sectioned off and was now only accessible with direct permission from one of the masters. The entire library had been reordered and the room they had all called "the Stacks" couldn't even really be called that anymore. Several dozen tables and chairs were laid out around the room and where once it was crammed full of shelves going nearly to the ceiling now there were only a few shelves with 'approved' texts and holopads spouting the new Sith'ari's propaganda to the academy's more impressionable students.Vasari scoffed and turned her head away from the reference desk and moved back into the back corridors that led to her own perfect little reading room down in the reference archives below the main library. She clutched tightly to the book that she had found a few days earlier, a historical recounting of Exar Kun's life. The author was a historian tasked with the retelling of the lives of the ancient Sith Lords - and so being second hand information was not deemed worthy of being removed from the public's eye by the Masters, especially because this particular history had been incomplete.
Tilting her head back to make certain no one was following her she dipped down into the reference archive and finally found her way to the quiet little room that had been her home away from dorm until the invasion. Luckily not much had changed, and her copy of Marka Ragnos' mind control lay still where she had left it thus proving her point... no one ever came down here. She exhaled and slipped onto a cot she had secreted through an unknown passage way into this room during her first year at the academy and cracked the book open to near the end and began to read..."There is something out of place here..."Vasari set the book before her and crossed her legs and began to meditate. It did not take her long to calm her mind and focus her spirit upon the text before her. Something was hidden in this boring history - something strange. She had studied other works by the same author but there was something about this particular one that stuck out to her. The method in how it was written was different, the words used were not as sure, not as practiced, and not as confident... and at certain places the grammar was just - wrong. After a moment she reached her hand out to the book and began to softly whisper."There is something you are hiding...""Reveal yourself..." "By the name of Exar Kun, I demand you show yourself!" For a moment there was a tremor in the Force and the pages shifted beneath Vasari's hand.The Acolyte raised her fingers from the pages still focusing upon the would be spell of revealing she was casting upon the pages, but as she did so the pages began to turn backward. She was nearly at the end but they began to flip back towards the beginning of the book. Vasari felt something strange move through her - she had felt the ebb and flow of the force before, she had felt it move through her as she had cast certain spells and worked certain manifestations of the Dark Side but this was different. Something was hiding from her - she knew that... and she was forcing it to reveal itself, it felt like the first time she had cast the Qâzoi Kyantuska not far from here. When Vasari finally opened her eyes and looked down at the pages of text everything was different, and the book was back to page one - but it wasn't the same hand that had written it before, it wasn't the hand of the historian. Eye's alight with newfound passion for her craft she snatched up the book and began to read once again...
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Post by Xakire on Jun 10, 2018 0:14:02 GMT -8
Vasari had only assumed that Xakire's ego would prevent him from following after her - no doubt he would return to wherever he had come from and would lick his wounds like an abused animal - but when she head him call out to her to wait a smile crept across her lips. She didn't stop, but slowed her pace enough for him to catch up without any real struggle. She still had her arms crossed over her chest holding her books tightly to her breast but she leaned over and nudged him with a slight smile on her face as if she was genuinely happy to have him along. She led him along in silence through the corridors of the dorms - drawing a few looks from the people that lived closest to her that hardly ever saw her - let alone saw her 'with' someone. No one really knew her... and because of that to have her be seen with a new comer none the less was shocking to many. Vasari ignored them all of course - more and more over the last few weeks she had come to think of all of them as below her. Even the Apprentices that had at one time threatened her existence so easily now seemed like specks on her training visor - simple distractions put there to force her to hone her skills. She felt more and more each day like there was something waiting for her just beyond the walls of this place - and that such a change would happen very soon. Perhaps that feeling is what had led her to tolerate Xakire's presence, there was something about him after all."What do you believe to be your strongest trait?"She asked rather casually leading him at last out of the dormitories and across the courtyard to the archives. |
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Post by Vasari on Jun 10, 2018 21:54:17 GMT -8
Vasari raised an eyebrow slightly at how he had begun but didn't speak throughout the entire mini speech gave over the next few moments. She continued to lead him through the pillars before the library and into the stacks themselves, weaving in and out of bookshelves after bookshelves - past holo tables and computer terminals until after a few more moments they might have seemed quite lost to someone unfamiliar with the Archives design. Then she made for the side wall rounding one more turn just as Xakire had finished his speech ending on a rather fair point Vasari thought she pulled open a door that wasn't really so much a door as it was a section of the wall that was clearly left ajar. This section of the Library had become Vasari's sanctuary during her long years at the Academy and below were found the oldest texts most students did not spend their time with because they were either written in languages not commonly known - or cyphers to difficult to decode even if the base language was obvious. This is where Vasari had grown up, before anywhere else save those four walls she had taken Xakire too first - this place was her home. As she held open the 'doorway' a little wider she paused looking back at Xakire with glowing yellow and orange rimmed eyes that conveyed a slightly confused slightly teasing look before whispering her reply quite simply.
"My eyes..."
Fluttering her lashes at him allowing a playful smile to pass her lips - a sign of victory won because he had fallen for the obvious line of answers her question would provoke instead of something far more simpler and more base to the mind. In most ways the Joke she had played on him was childish - but she had very little experience with people and over the years had developed a very odd sense of humor - mostly from games played with her own mind as she fought with herself attempting to hone her mind of many technique - asking riddles the other side of her mind didn't know the answer to, or attempting to get herself to laugh at some joke without knowing the punch line moments prior to being told. It was a complicated thing but she had done it for years and as such - and as such with Isolation she had become quite bizarre in the process. Still she giggled to herself and slipped past Xakire with a little skip and disappeared into the dark corridor that the doorway opened up into - leaving him to follow after in the blackness of the unlit catacombs of the Library.
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 6, 2018 5:35:22 GMT -8
Luxeria entered the library and quickly made her way through the rows of shelves. Having already been reading in the subject while here, she knew where to find the books and files she required. Snatching them up, she was at a desk within a few minutes. She figured this would be the last time she’d intently view the topic, but for this time, she put her focus in on studying about the Sith. Their history, philosophy, the understanding of the rules of many, two, and one as well as the different orders that formed within them. Soon, she’d have all the information that could be found and be ready to move on to the next topic.
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 6, 2018 13:56:39 GMT -8
The next couple hours passed relatively quickly as she examined the knowledge before her. Much of it was what she had seen before. But a lot of her focus was spent mostly grasping the philosophy and understanding of what made the Sith, the Sith. The Sith code was especially one she worked to understand through deeper interpretation. She could already tell from the first time she heard it that it wasn't something you could just hear and understand fully. And so she examined it over and over, seeing if there was more she could grasp from it.
But study time had reached its end. Replacing the books and files, she departed the library to meet up with Gavin.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2018 17:29:04 GMT -8
At the advice of one of the Academy's masters, Mariah made the library one of her first stops in her very brief expedition of the Academy. It would serve her some good to return to a certain task of endlessly searching library resources. However, at the sheer amount of which flooded her vision, she realized quite quickly that her time here would prove be a tedious journey. It would at least mark at least a fruitful first and single day here should this become her only stop.
Cloaked from the shroud of her hood to dark fabric that wavered around her ankles, the small woman glided through the archives until she located an open computer terminal, which held a list of the myriad of works found here. There was no single work or holobook she was searching for, but rather she had scores of topics, to see if anything existed here that may match. At least this would give her mind a steady pace, a task to lock down upon, as to no longer allow it to flutter off as it had moments before, leaving her moving along in a dream space that were others' reality.
With a final glance over her shoulder to ensure that there weren't any other students or masters awaiting to use her particular terminal, Mariah started her search. It was quite a long time since she was last able to continue on with this task at another library. It had to have been some ten years ago, since her last attempts at locating a favorable work. Thus, some of the key terms slipped over the edges of her mind just as she was about to grasp them. She continued her rounds, doubling back as she could grasp those keywords forgotten. With each list of matching works, Mariah continued her search for something -- anything -- that appeared promising. Nothing did.
With one last falling short of her expectations, she deemed this task, at least today, completed. She would hope to one day return, when she was of sound mind and time was not against her. For now, though, she was sure that what she sought was either so far hidden in the archives that it wasn't so easily found, or it simply didn't exist here. Either way, she didn't have the time to see which proved to be true. With a final sigh marking her intended departure, Mariah took one final, brief moment to soak in the vastness of the archives.
As silently as she entered, she left seeking the training area.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Dec 9, 2018 13:21:35 GMT -8
Once Gavin had dismissed the class for the day, a few of the students had opted to head straight to the library to begin studying up on the topics he had set for them. Both Zul and Xar had the craving for more knowledge so to become better, making their arrival completely expected. They wasted no time finding the necessary tomes and data files, diving in as quickly as possible to satiate their desires.
But they weren't the only ones that came soon after. Prakira was the third and the last to arrive. She didn't hold the same craving of knowledge the other two had, she did have a desire to learn. It was why she was on Iridonia in the first place before being taken in by the Sith. She had a curious mind and wanted to know more. Gathering the available books that had yet to be taken, she found a quiet place in the back of the library and began reading over the documents of Shii-Cho and lightsaber techniques.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Jan 2, 2019 22:52:30 GMT -8
After given the extra assignment by Gavin, his students began spending more time in the library, all for the sake of working through the mental mazes he had laid out for them. It was something entirely different than what they were used to, making it take longer than any expected to even start and get through their first one.
Weeks went by as they worked, slowly making progress through the first, then the second. By the third, they were all getting the hang of it and mostly spending time navigating the maze. But their were four who caught on faster than the rest pushing two or three ahead of the others. Zul and Xar were ahead, as was becoming the norm in most cases, but both Prakira and Raara were close behind, having a much better knack for this particular exercise than the others.
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Post by Darth Sirona on Feb 11, 2019 11:37:11 GMT -8
Recently Nidana found herself in the Library more and more. Even more so than usual. She had made a fort of sorts out of old books and her own journals. The Echani had always preferred using pen and paper rather than data pads and terminals. The books and records she had pulled were mostly covering Sith Alchemy and it's applications on living organisms. Alchemy had always interested her, and this was where she wished to focus her attention. How she would be useful to her Dark Lord, by bring to light the plans of long dead Sith, who's ideas and plans out paced their capabilities. This project would take years of work, which is why she was so eager to start on it now. A project that would create a new legion of deadly creatures to serve the Sith. Creatures that could adapt to any situation. But for now her head was starting to hurt from trying to connect all the dots now, with very little formal training in the subject.
Nidana stood up and started wondering the Library to get her legs working again. Taking extra care not to disturb (or even be noticed by) any of the other readers, but quietly taking note on who was here and what they were reading.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Feb 14, 2019 6:32:56 GMT -8
Zul and Xar entered the library, quickly moving down the rows of books and datapads, collecting up different bits here and there as if they knew just what they were looking for. It was rare the Cerean and the Falleen were ever apart when they came to the library. It was a two-fold reality between them. On one side, they were rivals when it came to their hunger for knowledge and didn't want to fall behind the other. On the other hand, they both held a capacity to gather up knowledge quickly and utilize it just as fast. At times, it felt as if only they could understand each other and so together, they felt they could accomplish more by bouncing back thought and opinions of things they learned, only furthering their knowledge.
But it wasn't only their drive for knowledge that brought them here more than ever. They both remembered what Gavin had asked of them. Just who were they exactly? And what did they seek to achieve with their power? It was an obvious enough answer that they were seekers of knowledge, but was that it? Were they seeking to grow in power just because, seeking new information for the sake of knowing it? No, that was too simple and empty. They had to have reasons for the knowledge they sought, for craving it as they did. The question was, what did they want it for, why did they want it?
This constant questioning had started shifting their minds and how they sought knowledge. Zul had started finding himself being drawn to the sciences. How things worked, how they were created, and the like. And with it, his interest in the Alchemic arts. He had come across the word many times and finally grew curious as of late as he began to find his fascination in science. Lo and behold, he discovered that the art of Sith Alchemy was a branch of such things. And so he began sifting through anything and everything he could find. It didn't take long before he made the choice to become an Alchemist and use his growing knowledge to aid the Blackguard. He was certain he could learn to craft new things of value that would establish a place of importance within the order.
Xar, however, found interest in other things. Interesting as it was, the arts of science and alchemy, it didn't call to him as it did his friend. Still, he offered up his thoughts and opinions as Zul presented them, supporting the path his friend was taking, not at all thinking stupid or beneath him. It took longer for the Falleen to understand himself in such a way that he could grasp the path he sought. He was driven by the desire to know and learn. But with everything he obtained, nothing felt like it made much difference. It was knowledge that was there. Anyone could learn it and it served no true purpose than to educate and advance a person. But it was in that revelation that he began to understand. He desired to not only learn all he could from what was available, but he also wanted to know that which only a few to none knew. To gain access to secrets that he could, in turn, use to his advantage, be it to further himself or use as leverage for something else. To steal the knowledge from others who wouldn't part with it willingly. That was what he desired. He would seek to become an intelligence operative within the Blackguard. And like Xar, Zul didn't think less of his friend's choice and supported him, with the request he didn't try stealing knowledge from him.
As the two went on about their studies, Prakira entered the library an made her way to a different location. While wanting to grow in knowledge, the Zabrak didn't possess the same drive and desire her peers did. Instead, she had found a fascination of her own. Halfway through their first year, Gavin had instructed them to begin working on mental mazes to strengthen their minds and the defenses therein. Xar and Zul had started off at the top of the class as they always did, with her and Raara close behind. But now, things were different. Out of nowhere, she had pushed ahead of all of them, even going as far to complete all the mazes before any of them. While some of them were still working their way through the list Gavin had given them, she had completed them all, a few multiple times. Now she sought out every on she could, as well as notes and studies on the mind and the defenses that could be created.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Feb 15, 2019 11:26:02 GMT -8
The first days of Prakira's certainty in her desires of knowledge had her searching the library for the basics regarding the mind. Days passed into weeks as she shifted between her studies and handling the mazes Gavin laid out for her and all others she could find. There were those days she stayed away, electing to turn some of her attention to her actual physical and Force training, trying to find that proper balance to ensure she continued on. But within a couple months, she had covered all the available knowledge, reviewing it multiple times and taking notes. There wasn't anything she wanted to miss. Once certain she had gathered all she could, she sought to move on to the next stage and seek out the more advance knowledge, truly learning the steps to both create and break the mental defenses.
With her final book finished, she began scouring the library, seeking that books for the advanced students. However, no matter where she looked, she could find nothing to further her studies. It was confusing. She was certain that she had covered everything already. It seemed almost lacking for the Sith to not have such detailed knowledge on such an advanced practice. Looking through the records over and over, checking the designated location for each book, she constantly came up with nothing. Giving a fustrated sigh, she departed the library. It was odd that every book she went after was gone. But perhaps there was another within the academy who desired the same thing she did and currently had them in their possession. She'd just have to keep checking back often to see if they were ever returned.
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Feb 24, 2019 11:10:06 GMT -8
Lizbeth spent most of her free time alone, in the Library, pouring over any books and dusty tomes that Vasari Nightshade might have looked at. Infatuated with the female Zabrak, Lizbeth sought to fill her shoes, though she was still training right now. And given that her brother had taken an interest in another female within the Academy, she was left to her own devices, which was fine. She preferred to be alone anyways. No distractions. No one to get in her way. But, she did long for some kind of companionship. She had thought about reaching out to the other girls in her group, but she just hadn't gotten around to it yet...
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Feb 24, 2019 12:21:25 GMT -8
Days continued on as Prakira made constant checks on the more advanced skills on mental combat. Yet, every time she looked for the books she discovered to hold the knowledge she sought, she couldn't find them. At first, she thought them to be used by another student. But now, she was starting to wonder if they were missing. She had even asked one of the librarians about the books, though they said they should have been in place.
With nothing else to go off of, all she could do was keep looking through everything in order to find them. They existed and she desired the knowledge that laid within. At one point, she became overly frustrated at her search, so much that she slammed her fist into one of the shelves, not realizing that Lizbeth was sitting at a table not far away.
Damn it. Where are they? They have to be here somewhere, they have to be."
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Feb 24, 2019 12:42:13 GMT -8
Jumping with a start. Lizbeth looked up from the tome she had buried herself in. She hadn't realized anyone else was here right now. Pushing away from the table and standing up, she called out tentatively. "Hello...? Can I help you with something?" While normally avoiding interacting with others, it was clear this other person needed help, so she'd have to shrug off her discomfort and help, otherwise she was liable to be interrupted again...
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Feb 24, 2019 12:56:12 GMT -8
Prakira lifted her head at the sound of another calling out to her. For a moment, she cursed herself before taking a breath and moving down the line of shelves to where she heard the voice. Moving into the open area, she saw Lizbeth there.
"Oh, Lizbeth. Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you. I've just been looking for a few certain books for the past few days or so but I can't find them. The librarians told me they should be here, but no matter where I look, I can't find them. It's got me frustrated a bit." Little did she know that all the books she had been searching for had been moved by another to a secret room years ago by the same person Lizbeth was admiring.
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Feb 24, 2019 13:51:38 GMT -8
Lizbeth relaxed when she noticed that it was Prakira, the young Zabrak of the group. Listening, she smirked. Vasari had come through and hidden several important tomes, for an unknown reason, so as of right now, she was actually studying blueprints of the Library, searching for a spot that Vasari may have hidden the tomes. "Ah. I bet you are seeking the same books I am. Vasari hid them during the Sith'ari's invasion of the planet, and I haven't been able to locate them yet..." Lizbeth trailed off, thinking on whether or not to show Kira the notes she had previously been pouring over.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Feb 25, 2019 0:05:47 GMT -8
For a moment, Prakira's eyes lit up when Lizbeth mentionedvseeking the same books as her. Perhaps she would be lucky enough to get ahold of them soon. However, as soon as the hope came, so too did it die as the girl mentioned that they had been hidden by someone named Vasari and Lizbeth, herself, hadn't found them yet.
"I see. Shame. I was hoping to further my studies without going on a scavenger hunt." Feeling defeated, the Zabrak took a seat at the table Lizbeth was at, taking notice of what seemed to be blueprints. From what she could guess, Lizbeth had further knowledge of the situation and was taking what oppertunity she could to find those books. Opting to move past her curiousity about it, she looked back to Lizbeth. "So you have the same interest as me, huh? A fascination for the complexities of the mind and how to create and break mental defenses?"
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Mar 1, 2019 7:54:03 GMT -8
Watching Kira carefully, Lizbeth slowly nodded. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." Unsure of Kira's intentions as this point, Lizbeth figured it wouldn't hurt to share her findings with the young Zabrak. "I've been studying the blueprints of the Archives, trying to locate Vasari's hiding spots. Provided she hasn't come back and emptied them, we could find what we seek." Sliding the blueprints over to the Zabrak, Lizbeth motioned for her to take a look at her findings so far.
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