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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"I was one," Karla said easily. "Fortunately, I was taken in and given a chance to see the light and understand my proper place here." She gave him a thoughtful once-over and added, "I could do the same for you, if you like. You'll be so much happier once you leave this idiocy behind."

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"And submit myself to Umbridge's rule?" Peter asked, quirking a brow. "You know me better than that. Hell, you know her better than that - she's an idiot. She'll run us all into the ground."

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"I figured I'd give you the chance," Karla shrugged, unsurprised and unconcerned. "If you came over, you'd likely bring a lot of the Resistance with you. You could save time and a lot of lives, Peter. Is your pride really worth the loss of life that's coming?"

She was fine with it, either way. One, she got a lot of credit. The other, she had a lot of fun. But she felt she should at least offer.

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"We'll have this conversation when you snap out of it," Peter said firmly, and kept on walking, his fingers slipping into his pocket and pressing buttons on his communications device.

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"No, I'm afraid we won't," Karla said. "This was a one time, final offer. As a thanks for how well you served in the bedroom. You walk away and it will be rescinded completely and the next time I see you, you'll be writhing on the floor."

Oooor it would be Karla who'd be writhing. In humiliation from the memory of this conversation. One of those.

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"I think," Peter said, as he surreptitiously pressed send, "that you have an over-inflated opinion of your own vagina."

Thank you, Peter. That was not the point.

"Shoo."

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Karla did stop, but only to level Peter a nasty look.

"And for that, I will make you beg before I give you to Umbridge," Karla promised sweetly. "Go on, now. Run your errands. And know that the next time you lead people, it will be to their deaths."