((Permission granted from Star Wars muns some time ago--half of which is me :-P ))She glided into the sorting room, tall, whip-thin and chalk-pale under her billowing black cloak. She took her time, surveying the room as she did so. When she lowered the hood of her cloak, eyes almost as pale as her skin flicked around, taking in the sights, and
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"Thats was brutal!" he told Ventress, as he approached with one of his big, goofy grins. "You look likes you should be on an albums cover, withs a bunch of dead guys cuts into pieces all arounds you, and splattered in their blood." It was evident he approved of this. "Where do I gets a glowing sword likes that?"
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She smiled. "How... pleasant. A dark knight. It has a certain... ring to it. Perhaps that is what it makes me, yes. The the shadow that they cast off." She laughed. "I do like it."
Normally, she would die before letting another take her lightsabers. However, there was that annoying human who had taken such offense at her little act of destruction. Her smile widened. "Why, of course. Here." She held one out to him, lighting it. "I would love to break anything in here that can be broken."
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The Hat was not going to give up so easily!
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