The Park, Friday Afternoon (Before Detention's Visiting Hours)

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Karla had been patrolling this morning and, Mother Night, was it such a rush. The ability to do as she pleased--so long as she was obeying the rules, of course!--when she pleased and where she pleased was practically intoxicating. She'd been skulking and hiding for so long, hoarding her Craft like a miser, Bah! What kind of life was what? She should have known she was on the wrong side from the moment she'd realized she couldn't be a proper witch as long as she was with the Resistance.

She was using Craft right now, in fact. There were flamingos and the odd squirrel that sometimes took it into their head to make noises at her. Karla was showing them exactly why one didn't sass one of the High Inquisitor's most faithful. No fatalities yet, but the reek of scorched feathers and singed fur lay heavy in the air.

In all, it was a good day.

[Anyone interested in talking to/tangling with an Imperio'd Karla before Ghanima fixes her, now is the time!]

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Karla would probably never laugh at it. Not when she remembered the look on Tara's face after she said it.

"Just like Kennedy," Karla agreed sweetly. "Though with power to back up my swagger."

Karla and Kennedy might end up having a loyalty-off one day. That would turn out well, surely.

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"No one's doubting you have the power," Tara said hastily, in a voice she hoped was soothing. "... especially not the poor flamingos."

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Karla rolled her eyes, but stopped blasting at the flamingos. "Happy?" she asked, sounding fairly patronizing. "They've probably absorbed all they can of this lesson for now, anyway."

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"Ecstatic," Tara said dryly. "I'll ... see you later."

Hopefully after this somehow wore off.

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"In a hurry to get somewhere?" Karla asked, eyebrow raised. Ghanima had stripped her of her memories of what Tara did for and with the Resistance, but that wasn't going to stop Karla from leaning on her some.

For a bully, Tara was a prime target.

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Tara swallowed, stammered, took a few tries to get her answer out.

It was a barely audible "No, I just ..."

She couldn't think fast enough to come up with a way to finish the sentence.

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Karla glided forward a step. "You?" she prompted. "Surely you know where you're going, don't you?"

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"Of course," Tara said, after a moment in which she thought she'd never get out any words at all. "I ... dorms. Home. I was just going home."

There. A sentence. She was proud of herself.

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Several sentences, in fact.

"Later tonight, we should have a girls' night," Karla suggested, dropping her suspicious tone and grinning at Tara again. "I've moved back into my dorm room, now that I no longer have to skulk around living in abandoned warehouses and old caves and the like."

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"Sure," Tara said, surprised but not unwilling. (Besides, saying she had an urgent appointment to wash her hair would have raised more suspicions.) "And ... I can imagine. those -p-places don't seem like they would smell very nice."

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A pity that Karla wouldn't actually be in her room to take her up on it.

A pity--or blessing.

"Mother Night, I can't wait to take a proper bath," Karla groaned, curling her lip. "I could generally sneak into 'Dite's once a week and take a fast shower in her office, but, for the most part, it was quick washups in the sink."

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"You can even borrow my shampoo," Tara promised. "Whatever you like, really."

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"Thanks, Tara!" All hints of Karla's suspicious attitude from before fell away. "That would be so helpful, really. It's that or go steal half of 'Dite's stock. Maybe as soon as I'm done patrolling?"