[Day 7 - EA] Aspirant's Challenge - Mastery of War RP

[Dayana Valthren]

The sincerity was surprising, but not unwelcome. "Thank you... your words are appriciated." Her own tone remained soft, humble even.

This kind of exchange, was one she knew Kristal would have wanted to see more of.

"I suppose these challenges instill expectations in us, even the observers. Though I admit, I question if we have not lost more than we have gained." Dayana sighed. "Certainly seems like a waste."

[Lord Bellious]

After her own ordeal was concluded, Lord Bellious rejoined the rest of the gathered Sith and watched what Serasai's unidirectional ambition had led her to. She felt something. Long ago, when she still could love and understand the loss of it, it might have affected her more, but now she needed to isolate the sensation to name it.

It was pity. Not for her, she had chosen what she had wanted. For him.

However, it was how the dreams of blue-blooded children ended. Moyr, the lowly alien, once fooled and scorned, was now in many ways triumphant. The one chosen by him then was now a lifeless bloody heap of flesh and implants. And yet, it still wasn't satisfaction or schadenfreude, but pity. Moyr Ahaya didn't find much bliss in life, something had ended in her on that final night on Korriban, but she ended up being a better Sith for it. And with that hindsight, she valued the hate of that moment. Maybe it could be his path to the Dark Side as well now, she thought, the pain and despair turning into strength.

She was curious if it might turn out so. But she was probably the last person Sylvain would like to talk with right now. So she shook off those thoughts and focused on the room.

[Lord Tenebrous]

"I suppose these challenges instill expectations in us, even the observers. Though I admit, I question if we have not lost more than we have gained." Dayana sighed. "Certainly seems like a waste."

"Or a circus," she scoffed quietly. Judging by how she had declined the optional trial, it was hardly a surprise that she held a negative view of the ways things had been handled. And that was before the death of her friend.

[Mahr]

A heavy, graceless hand landed on Lord Bellious's shoulder

''DONE GOOD!'' Mahr said in praise ''BUT WHY NO FIGHT GUARDS? WOULDA BEEN FUN.''

[Remmington Thalalas]

Remmington is quietly watching the proceedings. He offers a moment of silence for a fallen graduate. After that he goes back to working on something on his datapad.

/ 8 out of 10 hours

[Lord Bellious]

A heavy, graceless hand landed on Lord Bellious's shoulder

''DONE GOOD!'' Mahr said in praise ''BUT WHY NO FIGHT GUARDS? WOULDA BEEN FUN.''

"Do you know what we say to traps, Mahr?" She asked quietly.

[Mahr]

The massassi raised an eyebrow, confused

"MAHR NO SPEAK TO TRAPS, MAHR CRUSHES THEM"

Really, only a sith would consider starting a conversation with pitfall on ambush