Author Topic: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?  (Read 730 times)

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One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« on: 09/01/13 13:34:30 »
Corellia. Home of famous smugglers, amazing beaches of gold, and wonderful, wonderful bars. Mikhail lounged at the Ropo Salesman. Once again, he was attempting to drink himself into oblivion. After the whole Energy Vampire thing it wasn't so easy. Liver kept healing, wouldn't let him get drunk as fast. He leaned, arms resting on the countertop. A glass of bourbon rested next to him. He stared at it, icy blue eyes piercing, face a mask. A few women in the bar stared at him just as he stared at the glass. He ignored them.

Wearing a black leather jacket, grey shirt, and dark pants, with disheveled I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-and-look-fabulous raven hair and sharp, angular features, Mikhail Shorn would be pegged as tall, dark and handsome, but never as a Sith Lord. They were supposed to stride around in dark robes and wield lightsabers and give endless monologues about reasons why everyone sucked. Mikhail Shorn, while certainly capable of being a little scary, appeared less Sith Lord and more bad boy. Hence, the stares.

At last, Mikhail took up the glass in his hand, condensation cold against his skin, and sipped lightly. The drink burned smoothly down his throat, coming to rest like a fire in his stomach. Of course, there was another fire in his stomach. More of a hunger really. A hunger not for food, but for energy. Life force. It had been a while since his last meal, if you could call it that. He was beginning to grow used to it all... his enhanced strength and speed. His incredible senses. It all seemed like a blessing, until the hunger came. Nothing was worth that price. Mikhail didn't want to be what he was now. But that didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy it.

Pale eyes began to rove the bar, looking for suitable prey.

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Re: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« Reply #1 on: 09/01/13 13:51:25 »
Corellia. Again. She was getting sick and tired of this plane. One would've easily thought that since it had been recognized as a Jedi or Republic or whatever it was planet for a while now, would mean that most darksiders would stay clear of it unless they were on specific missions or about to attack. And one would've been so totally wrong. Instead the planet had become like honey to bees, but for the Darksiders.

And not a single Jedi in sight.

Unless, of course, one considered the aura of the Jedi that just happened to prance into the bar, wearing a pair of jeans and a baby pink hoodie. Nessarose deWiner, queen of Endelaan, ruler of the Sanguine Potestatem, Sith Mistress, Sorceress, whatever you wanted to refer to as, and a lovely False Lightside Aura on her features, making her seem like a nearly angelic presence to all that were around her, accompanied by a genuine smile that stretched from ear to ear.

Seating herself by the bar, it almost seemed as if light shone out of her. In another reality, she was a Jedi of the highest order. But here? Not even close.

"Bantha wings!" she signaled to the bartender, entirely ignoring the look on his face as he realized someone was ordering actual food at a place like this. "And fries. And a nerf burger. And three chocolate milkshakes with whip cream. And onion rings. And leave the menu here, I might want something else too," she added, and her voice was sweeter than saccharine.

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Re: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« Reply #2 on: 09/01/13 14:07:18 »
Mikhail raised an eyebrow as a brilliant burst of light entered the bar. A presence in the Force, strongly scenting of the light side. Mikhail's nostrils flared and his blue eyes seemed to glow paler. He watched as a bubbly woman in pink bounced her way into the bar. A single, dark brow arched higher. Those predatory eyes followed her as she sat down and enhanced ears heard the list of food demands she rattled off. Mikhail just stared.


Feth. Did she just order everything on the menu?

The Energy Vampire/Human hybrid wondered if that would make her taste better. Again, his pale eyes seemed to glow a startling light blue and he felt the hunger in his stomach growing. He needed to feed. Soon. Still, she seemed quite powerful in the Force, such was her presence. His Force Aura retreated, growing smaller as if he was no more than one of the other random individuals at the bar. He looked the woman up and down. Pink hoodie. Interesting.


"Don't buy out the place, Bubbles," Mikhail said, his voice high and his intonation mischievous, with hints of a darker cadence.

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Re: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« Reply #3 on: 09/01/13 14:15:23 »
The smile never wavered from her face as she spun with the grace of a dancer on her chair, coming to a stop only when she faced the person who'd talked to her. "It's still early," she answered with an innocent shrug.

There was a way for things like this to usually go. It started with two people in a bar, food, an introduction, more food, some small talk,food, and then, so much against all odds, that the odds were that it would obviously happen, someone would try to kill at least one of them. Maybe both. Or maybe they would try to kill each other.

She couldn't taste anything special about the man through the Force, but despite her young age, she already knew that meant absolutely nothing.

"But my name isn't Bubbles," she chattered on, her tone as bubbly as the color she wore, the smile ever so pleasant, "it's Nessa."

Giving him a little wave, her hand's attention was immediately diverted as the plate of bantha wings was set in front of her. Reaching out, she grabbed a pair with two fingers in a move that seemed almost too delicate for someone about to eat flesh with their hands, and she put it in her mouth. Only the tiniest of movements of her jaw indicated that something happened, and when she pulled the wings out less than a heart beat later, all flesh was gone, and all that remained were perfectly white bones.

"What's yours?" Nessa asked with a new smile that seemed to shine only for the man, and there wasn't any food left in her mouth.

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Re: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« Reply #4 on: 09/01/13 14:44:39 »
"Mikhail," replied the sanguisuge smoothly.


Pale eyes regarded her thoughtfully, then narrowed as she stuck in a bantha wing into her mouth and pulled out a white bone. Uhm, what? He had to replay the moment several times in his mind in order to be sure what he had seen was correct. It was. His eyebrow lowered, face turning stony. She was not human. Or at least, she was not all she appeared to be. Because whatever could do that certainly didn't seem all too friendly.


What the Feth is she?

Mikhail was a predator, but was he now the one being hunted. Suspicion clouded his thoughts, birthed in his time with the Sith. Paranoia he learned there never truly left him. Regardless, Mikhail kept his thoughts to himself. He smiled toothlessly at her, then sipped his bourbon.


"That," he drawled, "was a big bite, Barbie."

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Re: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« Reply #5 on: 09/01/13 15:02:47 »
"Nessa," she corrected him again, "or Nessarose."

She was nearing itching to just drop the false aura and appear in all her might. But patience was something she was supposed to learn how to actually have,  especially these days.

"And it wasn't really a big bite," she chattered, pausing briefly to repeat the motion on another innocent pair of bantha wings, "more like one really strong suck with some minimal biting motion. It really goes smoothly down the throat."

As if begging her to demonstrate, the bartender set a bowl of onion rings in front of her. Bouncing with joy (though honestly, who the hell could enjoy the culinary traits of such an establishment?), she pointed her point  finger to the ceiling and stakered it with onion ring after onion ring, until she reached the nail.

Tilting her head sightly back, Nessarose shoved her finger (ladded with 8 onions rings) into her mouth. Again the little motion, and out came a perfectly clean finger, without even a hint of oily remains on it. "Needs ketchup," she said with the wrinkle of her nose.

"Anyway,' she shrugged, her eyes going to the first of three milkshakes that were set there as well, but not quite reaching out to touch it, "what brings you to this dump?"

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Re: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« Reply #6 on: 09/01/13 17:31:30 »
A paradox faced Mikhail. On the one hand, he was absolutely famished and Nessa looked amazingly appetizing. He could just imagine his fangs digging into her and draining the energy from her body. On the flip side, she intrigued him. Not that he thought she was more powerful than him, Sith Lords tended to be arrogant that way, but rather the whole I-can-eat-all-this-food show had piqued his curiosity. Maybe she was some sort of shape-shifter who needed to eat large amounts of food in order to sustain herself. Or maybe she was something else entirely. The problem was, Mikhail didn't know, but he wanted to find out.


Smiling not unpleasantly, Mikhail watched with well contained astonishment as she downed an entire stack of onion rings. Then, abruptly, he appeared incredibly bored. And patronizing. Whatever he felt on the inside was definitely not what he portrayed. Outwardly, Mikhail wore snark, self-confidence, and dark charisma like a mask behind which he hid.... well, he didn't know exactly what he hid, his true emotions? A conflicted and agonized soul? The problem was that the cynical charm he put forth was not merely a mask, it was also a part of his personality. He simply used it to keep people at a distance, emotionally. Very, very few people ever got to know the real Mikhail Shorn.


Right now he was just getting into a binge of eating pour souls to make up for his poor soul. Not an existential crisis, but a giving in to the darkness within him. Because he really didn't see any other purpose in living. So he simply lived life, day by day, to its fullest. Party. Hardy. And miss Hot Pink over there really seemed just waaaaay too happy.


He didn't buy the bantha.


With his unsettling smile still plastered on his face and blue eyes staring piercingly, Mikhail maintained his casual air of nonchalance.


"Oh, the usual," smile became smirk. "Spacer vagrant, exploring the galaxy, looking for the meaning life. Meeting beautiful women," he gave her an incredibly lazy wink with both eyes.


He watched her as she continued to shovel food down her mouth in a somehow dainty manner. "What brings the Pinkosaurus to these parts?" He continued to ignore her insistent correction about her name.

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Re: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« Reply #7 on: 09/02/13 01:17:00 »
And now Nessarose was practically beaming. That line, that attitude, that was exactly what she used to; this was like taking to Diomedes again a few years back, minus several packs of baggage that came with it and were a tiny reason of why she utterly loved him. This guy though, Mikhail, couldn't even hope to get anywhere near Dio's ankles.

Putting her food down, she spun her chair and gave Mikhail a piercing look, the green of her eyes sending out a touch of glow for half a second.

"Nessarose," she corrected him again, and for the final time. She wouldn't try again - next time, she'd break one of the rules her father and godfather had taught her,  and she would attack first. The smile on her face vanished entirely. "And I'm not sure what you're thinking, but I can't really be bothered to talk a walk through your brain. Whoever told you the dipship, taunt the girl kind of an act works, forgot to mention it'd only work on people not worth spending time with. And it wouldn't work  on me because I am bonded and with children."

Sitting up straight again,the smile returned to her face. Nessarose grabbed the milkshake and almost as soon as the straw was in her mouth, the  tall glass drained entirely. She put it back on the table and licked her lips. "Wanna see holos of my babies?"

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Re: One Glass of The Sanguine... Come Again?
« Reply #8 on: 09/22/13 16:43:46 »
Despite the smile with which Nessarose continued to respond, Mikhail knew his nicknames were getting to her, otherwise she wouldn't keep correcting him. Most people just accepted his disregard for anything verging on formality; his only politeness feigned and full of sarcasm. He had a talent for finding other people's buttons, then pushing them ruthlessly. And he definitely seemed to have found a sensitive spot. He didn't know why she valued her name so much, maybe because she was someone important. Nobles got upset when their titles were mispronounced. Nessarose might be of the same make. He watched her through those pale, piercing eyes, curious.

She mentioned she was pregnant. And... bonded. Whatever that meant. Mikhail just raised both eyebrows slightly, his expression lackadaisical. His eyes followed the motion of her hands as she grabbed and subsequently drained the milkshake in a very inhuman way, reminding him of how much he wanted to drain her.

A very small smirk turned up the corner of his mouth.

Oh, and then she asked if he wanted to see a holo of her babies. So she had children but wasn't pregnant, or was she honestly asking if he wanted to see a sonogram? He blinked lazily. She obviously thought that this would turn him off and make him go away. Wrong. If she was pregnant, that meant she had more life forces inside her. And if she wasn't.... well, energy was still energy. Behind closed lips, his tongue traced along one of his canines. "Mmm," he thought.

"The act? Oh? I think it's working pretty well,"
Mikhail replied casually. "I broke through that little goody-two-shoes facade of yours. Well," he amended, "almost.... We should go out for a walk." He glanced back to her absurd pile of food. "After you're finished."
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