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A chance meeting of strangers

Another bar, another drink. He had to get her off his mind somehow. Truth was, that while he was starting to recover, the loss of Alexandra was still on his mind and such had driven him from Veradune to other places in the galaxy. Now, on some random backwater planet, he had found himself with a glass of Correllian whiskey in his hands as his golden eyes went around the room that surrounded him. Everything back home was fine, he'd seen to that. Now, he just needed to relax, find a fight to get into, or a person to talk to.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
 
Xavka sat at the back of one of the cantina on the planet he was currently inhabiting. He had recently decided to take a break from his life and, as such, had typed in the coordinates for some random planet with a forest and had set off there. For the past week Xavka had been living amongst the trees in solitude, practicing his violin playing as well as using the sounds of nature to help in his meditations as he slowly brought his more feral and primal side under control. Now that his time was almost up on the planet, Xavka had slipped into the first cantina he had seen and settled in to enjoy a few drinks.

Knocking his head back, Xavka drained the rest of his drink before pushing himself to his feet with a groan and meandering over to the bar to order another drink. As he stood there waiting for his rum, he cast his eye over the man seated next to him, before shrugging a starting up a conversation. "So, what brings you here?" He gestured around the small cantina to clarify what 'here' was.


[member="Vulpesen"]
 
Vulpesen's tail flicked as he felt the presence of a man taking a seat next to him. Turning to see the stranger, he offered [member="Xavka Duquo"] a bit of a smile. "A woman. Well, her and paperwork. Have to get away from it all somehow." He took a long drink from his glass, his smile widening as the burning liquid traveled down his throat. "What about you?"
 
[member="Vulpesen"]

Xavka barked out a brief chuckle at the man's answer. "Love 'em or hate 'em, women are usually the source of strife in some manner." He paused to nod in thanks to the bar tender as he was passed his drink. "As for me. Felt myself coming close to a mental breakdown and escaped here to calm down and try to keep what little sanity I have left firmly in place. So... basically, I had to get away from it all much like you." He raised his glass in a small salute to the man.

He fell silent as he stared into the swirling liquid contained in his glass as it was lazily span between two fingers. Shrugging, Xavka came to the decision that a little conversation wouldn't be all that bad. He turned and held out a hand towards his current drinking partner. "The name's Xavka. You?"
 
"You don't know the half of it. I literally chased that woman through hell and back. Actually fairly surprised she didn't get me killed with all I did for her." He drained the rest of his glass and ordered another for himself as well. Leaving his new drink ignored for them moment he sent a smirk at his newest drinking buddy. "Vulpesen. Most people just call me Vulps."

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
 
Barking a laugh, Xavka drowned his shot of what ever it was he was drinking before replying. "Vupls it is." He nodded towards the bartender in a silent sign for more alcohol. "So, Vupls." He began slowly. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your trouble with this mystery woman? I may not have much experience in relationships, but I can see what I can do. That is, if it's nothing to do with the woman finding out you have a weird kink. In that case ... you're on your own, mate."


[member="Vulpesen"]
OOC Note:
I am so sorry for not replying sooner, I don't think I ever got the notification for your reply. If I did, I must have forgotten to reply. Again, I am so sorry. Also, I'm sorry if you do not prefer the direction of the conversation, I was stuck for idea. If you want me to change it, just say so.
 
He passed the man a smirk. "Fetish wasn't mine I'm afraid. She had a large disposition towards getting kidnapped, brainwiped, and overall, taken. Hell I literally chased that damned woman into hell and hardly even got a peck on the cheek. So, pretty recently, I stole her away from wherever she was hiding and told her to stay and marry me as she had agreed to do. Or leave and never come back. I'm sure you can guess where that left us." He reached over and picked up his new drink, already taking a long drought of it. "Seems I'm cursed with love. Can hardly sever speak to an attractive women of my age without getting shot at or worse."

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

(No problem. Just glad to see ya back)
 
"Married?" Xavka let a small smirk cross his face as he spoke his sarcastic question. "I can't say I share you're issues with the fairer sex, mate. I can say that I'm glad I don't though. It's bad enough I'm reacting to a Tai'shan - a mate bond, with women who can't react to it themselves, but if I was to be shot at ... at the same time ... I think that would drive me over the edge."

Xavka took a sip of his drink before frowning at it. 'Did I finish my last one and order a new one?' He let the thought circle his mind for a while as he tried to remember before eventually shrugging. 'Kark! I think I'm drunk enough, now.' Reacting to his latest thought, the Zabrak pushed the shot glass away from himself. "So, what other woes surround your life? Please do tell, it amuses me to hear of someone else having a bad hand dealt to them. 'Cause then, at least it's not me with that hand. Or, if you're not comfortable with that, any questions you wanna ask me?"

[member="Vulpesen"]
 
As with my last post, sorry if this isn't going in the direction you want the conversation to go, it's hard for me to get into the mind of drunk Xavka and I'm just trying anything right now. Also, sorry for the slow posting speed, but I'm currently on holiday and will be for another 3-5 days.
 
He nodded and took a long drink from his glass, draining it and ordering another. One perk of being zorren was that he could drink quite a bit before getting drunk. At east, he tried to view it as a perk. "We were already engaged. Only problem is, its hard to arrange a wedding when the bride is off in another ring of the galaxy. As for other woes, I think that's the only major one worth talking of. And you? Anyone specific been driving you crazy?"

(doesn't really matter to me where the thread goes.)

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
 
As silence fell between the two men, Xavka sat almost completely still in his seat, the only movement he made being the rhythmic drumming of his fingertips being tapped against the top of the wooden bar. "What's been driving me crazy?" The Zabrak's tone was soften as he murmured this this to himself. Suddenly barking out a laugh as he turned to face the man next to him, a small smirk spread across the thin lips of Xavka.

"Myself." His answer was crisp and to the point. Sighing, he began to elaborate his point. "On Iridonia, I'Ru - my Clan - are considered cursed for our teachings. Zabrak's are a naturally feral bunch, but we can control that part of ourselves to an almost perfect degree, in fact the only times you will see a Zabrak's control slip is during mating." This fact was delivered with blunt neutrality. "But, my Clan teach not how to control but how to manipulate. We are taught to accept this side of us, to use it in fights to empower ourselves, but this has a drawback. It is easy for us to loose control, to loose our sentience and become mindless beasts and the more we use these teachings, the easier it is to fall." Sighing, Xavka stopped drumming his fingers on the table to instead run them through his hair, making sure to be careful of his Orat, his horns.

"I came here to relax." He gestured with his hand to the world outside of the bar he was currently in. "The peacefulness, it allows me to shore up my mental defences against that feral side of me. But it was harder this time than any other time before." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. "I'm karked."


[member="Vulpesen"]
 
Vulpesen listened to the zabrak's words, his tail swaying slightly below him. "Honestly, I think I might be able to relate." Even as a jedi. Vulpesen had relied a bit more on the darkside than others, and now that he had left the jedi and spent time among the sith, such was truer than any other time. "I've found that the best defense is simply a purpose. I live to defend life, freedom, and unity. I do not face the risk of turning feral as doing so would defy the purpose of using my darkness, thus giving me a line to look at and not cross."

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
 
Xavka sat still as the words of Vulpseen faded out, turning the space between them dead silent. But, while the words were no longer floating in the air, they were floating around his mind as he ran through them again and again. 'A simple purpose may be enough to tame the beast? Huh! I've never thought to try something so basic.'

Falling out of his mind and back into reality, Xavka cracked his neck as he staggered to his feet, one hand on the bar to stabilize himself. "Well, I'll give that a try my friend. Either way, I've got to go now. I've been here ling enough, it's time to return to reality." As he spoke, Xavka threw down a few credit chips onto the bar top before passing some to Vulpseen. "Buy yourself a drink on me." He then turned to stagger out of the cantina and into the sunlight outside, walk getting steadier as he went as he adjusted to the alcohol in his system.

Reaching the door, Xavka paused before opening it and turned back to his short lived drink partner. "Hey, Vulp." His rough voice shouted across the room. "I recognise your name from somewhere. You're not with some big company are you?"


[member="Vulpesen"]
OOC Note:
Sorry to cut the thread of here, but I've got a lot of on going threads and I'm looking to close of some of them to lower work load. I was thinking that this could end with Xavka realising he's been drinking with someone he should have tried to kill instead, what with him being a Sith Assassin.
 
Vulpesen smirked lightly, taking a sip of his whiskey before turning to face the man once more, his golden eyes shining brightly as he flashed a fanged grin. "The dark path does not need to be an evil one. If you find yourself lost and needing sanctuary, I will happily welcome you within the Vitae alliance." Vulpesen didn't need to know who he was. He always sensed the presence of those he met. And [member="Xavka Duquo"]'s darkness was fairly obvious to him.
 
Ignoring the words as they followed after his, echoing in his mind, Xavka stalked towards the spaceport. He growled and ran a hand through his hair. As a Sith Assassin, he was to kill any member of the Vitae Alliance, but knew that in his current state he would be no match against Vulpesen. "Of all the Cantinas, of all this world, why did he have to walk into that one? Kark! I'm gonna be screwed if this gets back to my Master."

[member="Vulpesen"]
 

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