The Miscreant and the Lunatic [Mikhail]

[Nisha Decrilla]

Oh how Anaya hated Korriban. She did her utmost to get off it, to ascend and escape its cold rocky wastes and yet somehow she ended up back on it. Back on the biggest Sith graveyard that ever existed. The falling of Dromund Kaas did not upset Anaya, she has no sentimental attachment to it, but Kaine's infection had rocked her to her very core and she hated herself for it. She hated him for it even more but she couldn't do anything about it. Not now, she wasn't allowed anywhere near the lab he was being tested in. A precaution taken by Ashin, just in case Anaya tried to do something stupid like free him...or kill Valik.

The latter appealed to Anaya more but she was not stupid enough to go against Ashin just yet. She had time to kill between now and belvasis and she was not going to do it sober, nor was she going to do it alone. It was for this reason she sought out her fellow champion. Mikhail was perhaps as crazy as she was and if he wasn't, he would be by the time Anaya had left him.

Quarter of a bottle of correllian fwhisky saw her calmer and outside Mikhail's chambers. She rang the comm, an attempt to be polite which might have worked had she not the used the force to release the door and let herself in. Closing the door behind her she slammed the bottle on the table along with the two glasses in her hands, before flopping onto the sofa.

"Mikhail, you little scoundrel." she said leaning forward and picking up the bottle again, filling the glasses. "I'm miserable and I need someone to vent at, come and be a good sport."

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Oh, there's nothing little about me."

The dark haired Sith leaned casually against the wall, completely naked save for a towel. His tangled hair was still a little damp from his sanisteam. White, lean muscles glistened with clear definition. Very clear. His eyes went from the bottle on the table, with an appreciative glance, to Anaya. The pale blues glittered with mischief. "Didn't anyone tell you you're supposed to wait for someone to open the door after ringing? What if I was...." he glanced down at his towel, then back up to Anaya, "Indecent?" Mikhail's smile screamed danger.

Recent events caused Mikhail's moral compass to more or less implode, what little was left of it. Being clad only in a towel did not affect Mikhail in the least bit. He had exactly zero sense of shame about his holoactor-like lifestyle. He did not deny his desires. And why should he?

Anaya's sudden barging in was not completely unwelcome. And not entirely unexpected. She was also a Champion of the Empress. Ugh, I don't know how I ever got that title. More like meatshield of the Empress. It made sense that at some point she would come to him to learn more about an unknown factor. Mikhail usually hated dealings with other Sith, which made for a fairly miserable existence on Korriban. However, recent events certainly led to some excitement. Galactic invasion by droids. Didn't see that one coming. Shorn did not usually take to trying to involve himself in galactic politics, but he was beginning to rethink that. Being eviscerated by a swarm of machines intent on eliminating all of human existence wasn't his idea of a good death.

Mikhail uncrossed his arms and stalked over to the table, snatching up the bottle of corellian whisky, Mikhail poured himself a glass. He put it up to his nose, as if to savor the smell. Over the course of his time amongst the Sith, Mikhail had become quite familiar with the various types of poisons one would put in a drink. He didn't put it past any Sith to try and eliminate what they might see as competition. He used the Force to attempt to detect anything, but found nothing out of the ordinary, except for good whiskey. Of course, he might have missed something.... but what the hell? He downed the glass and immediately poured himself another. Blue eyes watched Anaya intensely, a smirk just beneath them.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya couldn't help but chuckle at his reply as she downed the rest of her glass, before turning her eyes to study his lean form a wide smile playing on her features as she toyed with the idea of making him indecent for the sheer hell of it. She bit her lower lip and refilled her glass as Mikhail came over. "Well..." she said her eyes roaming his body once more "I would have had an early birthday present wouldn't I?"

She couldn't help but shake her head at him sniffing at the glass for poison. "If I was going to kill you Mikhail I would do it with a lightsaber, not poison. I'm not a coward." nor are you a weakness that needs removing she thought to herself "I came her to get drunk and forget about everything else." She knocked back the glass again, her eyes meeting his. "You really are a sight for sore eyes. Though if your intending to make me feel uncomfortable you're wasting your time. I spent the best part of my childhood surrounded my naked men."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"No poison? How unexciting." Mikhail stared in mock disappointment at the liquid in his glass, then shrugged and drank it down. The fiery whiskey burned the back of his throat and settled with a warm glow in his stomach. Some things simply couldn't beat getting wildly drunk. Her statement about wanting to fight him out with a lightsaber was probably true, given what he knew about her. Of course, he still would not put it past any Sith to poison for position simply because they said they would never use poison. I believe the line is "that's what they all say."

His blue eyes settled on her and he dropped onto the couch with a seductive smile. "Still not uncomfortable? Well, that idiot Zalen back on Mon Cal was right about one thing. You are a Twi'lek." He rolled his eyes and smirked at her expression. "Oh, please. As if no one knows about your little misadventures with the Grand V. No, not that one." He waved a hand idly. "Excellent motive for coming here. Mikhail approves. I find booze a great way to really get our your I-don't-give-a-damns and get rid of pesky things like... decency. Especially when there's a galactic droid-ocalypse."

The amount of bars Mikhail tended to frequent on a nightly basis was on the obscene side. So much so that one would almost wonder whether or not Mikhail had an alcohol problem, which he did. However, it was more a problem of the soul. Too much time alone and he had a nasty habit of brooding. So dull. Better to drown out the pain with booze, battles, and... well... he glanced from the whiskey bottle to Anaya, slyly.

"So, you come in here without knocking, drop down on my couch without so much as a by-your-leave, along with a bottle of booze - right after I just got out of a sanisteam, I might add." He gasped and put a hand to his mouth. "Anaya, are you trying to seduce me?" All elements of surprise disappeared in the wake of that too-coy smile.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya scowled at his reminder of Zalen's words, but it deepened more when he mentioned Kaine. She looked away picking up the bottle again and refilling her glass. "Of course everyone knows about our misadventures." she muttered sarcastically a flash of anger rolling off her. How could she have been so stupid to get involved? She had two choices now, to kill Kaine or to add to her list of misadventures, just with different men. Something to throw them off course.

Her lips curled into smile at Mikhail's accusation so beautifully timed with her thoughts. Sliding across the couch closer to him, she placed a hand on his knee. "Would you like me to?" she retorted softly mischief flashing in her eyes. If he wanted to play this game then she would play it. She slid her hand up his leg, underneath the towel, her movements deliberately slow as she leaned to whisper in his ear. "I should remind you, I am a twi'lek and I don't need alcohol to do so. It just so happens my timing is impeccable."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Look at you, not even needing to be inebriated for sex." Mikhail did not move away. In a contest of who had the smallest personal bubble, Mikhail would win. He didn't have one. Usually. He pursed his lips suddenly as if pondering her whisper in his ear. "But hmm, would I like you to... what do you think? I mean, assuming this is sex we're talking about. You don't want to cuddle do you?" He made a face.

Reaching over, Mikhail poured himself a glass. Sleeping around didn't bother him. He found it a way to stick it to the establishment of social constructions. No, that wasn't quite true. He just really enjoyed it. And it helped him with his perpetual repression of inner emotions. So did booze. More of that happy burning filled him as he drank. He hated living up to standards. Much better to break them all the time, that way no one expected him to live up to them. The truth was, Mikhail thought it was easier to play the bad guy. Trying to be good would only end up in disappointment, because that wasn't who Mikhail was. He was bad. He was a dark sider. And he liked it.

"Really? You only came over here to say hi? What is this, a housewarming? I moved in a year ago. You're a little late."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya made a noise of disgust at his question of cuddling and slid away from him to finish her drink and pouring another. "Of course I meant sex. Idiot." She did however need more alcohol to sleep with Mikhail. Not because he was unattractive or she wasn't in anyway struggling with the image of getting underneath that small towel of his but because until she shifted Kaine from her mind, she would not be able to bring herself to. Whether Mikhail picked up on the brief flash of guilt that crossed her she didn't know, nor care.

At the rate they were going this bottle wasn't going to last, making a mental note to raid Mikhail's kitchen for more, she gave a snort of derision. "You were a worthless bug a year ago, sweetling. Hardly worth my time. Incase you hadn't noticed I'm drawn to power" She said flashing him a sly grin "And now look at you? Knighted, named a champion...much more worthy of my attention." Where was she a year ago? Had she made it as Moridin's apprentice, or had she just opened the throat of her first master?

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail shrugged and his mouth curved down in acknowledgement. She had a point. "Attracted to big titles?" Shorn raised both hands together and began moving them apart. "How big?" He dropped his hands and smirked.

Shorn felt fantastic. Mischievous urges tingled as the alcohol ran through his system. A few more glasses and he'd... well, he didn't really know. He really wasn't noticing what Anaya was doing at the moment. He was just enjoying being drunk. He preferred not to think. "Well, I recently self-destructed my entire reason for existence and the galaxy is being hopelessly overrun by genocidal machines. Let's get hammered."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"Bigger than you, sweetheart." she teased, reflecting his smirk, her hand moving back to that towel to give him a squeeze, her eyes flashing with lust she bit her lower lip "Hmmmm...maybe I underestimated you." A low chuckle escaped her lips and she rose from the sofa, snatching up the almost empty bottle and waving it in Mikhail's face at his statement.

"So make a new reason for existence. Don't be a dramatic. The world has enough drama with all the tin cans walking around...oh my." The floor felt as if it was moving beneath her feet. closing her eyes for a moment she relished in the delights of being drunk and carefree, the only other thing she needed now was somewhere to dance. Opening her eyes she topped up her glass before moving unsteadily to Mikhail's to top up his up, and thus finishing the bottle. "That...is disappointing. I want to be so drunk I can't remember my own name, or yours for that matter."

She had a better gauge of how drunk she was standing up, and as she finished the glass in her hand she stared at pouting and swaying slightly on the spot. "Do you have more? Or do we need to find a nice bar?"

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Hmm, yeah. I think I have more on the bed." He winked.

Mikhail stood up and felt a bit woozy. The alcohol warming his gut filled him with a peaceful sort of apathy. Mixed with lust. Inhibitions that had really never existed now dissolved completely. He felt a slight breeze from the air conditioning vents somewhere... unusual. He glanced down. The towel had fallen without him noticing.

Mikhail smiled as he looked up at Anaya. "Oops."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya chuckled at his response "On the bed you say?" she purred looking around the apartment for the bedroom and hearing Mikhail's 'oops' behind her. Turning again she grinned. "What do ya know?" she said moving forward, and setting the bottle and the glass down on the table as she moved towards him. "My birthday came early after all."

Pressing close to him she locked her lips in a passionate kiss on his pushing him back towards the sofa. They could find more alcohol after, now, however Anaya had a heat inside her that needed to be dealt with.

...

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Pale blue eyes blinked open. Mikhail yawned and stretched, before wincing. Ow. Hangover. What did I do last ni- oooh yeah. He glanced over at the sleeping Anaya with a smirk. Slipping out of the bed, he walked into the living room. Strange that Anaya came to him. Yet, it made an odd sense. Apparently, Kaine wasn't satisfying her. Shorn nearly chuckled. Strange days.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya rolled onto her back, slowly opening her eyes and wishing, almost instantly she hadn't. She let out a quiet curse at the pounding of her head. Slowly she looked around her, piecing together the evening's events to work out where she was.

Mikhail's quarters.

A smile spread across her lips as flashed of the nights pleasure rippled through her mind. A low chuckle escaped her and she rose from the bed, scanning the bedroom for her clothes, clicking her tongue to discover they weren't there. She moved to the bedroom door and leant on the door frame as she spotted Mikhail, her eyes roaming his figure all over again. "And there was me thinking that it was just the alcohol that made you pretty." she purred at him, slipping into the living room.

"Now, what did you do with my clothes, hmmm?"

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Burned them."

Mikhail turned around to face the twi'lek. He smirked wickedly at Anaya. He crossed his arms. "I have a strict no-clothes policy in my apartment."

While the night had been fun, Mikhail now had a headache. It was high time Anaya left or did something of worth besides flaunt her body. Mikhail, unlike Kaine, did not need her. Did he use her? Yes. He had used her and the alcohol to drown out his sirens of guilt and despair. Feelings of abandonment and loneliness were so awfully irritating. But she had served her purpose. Mikhail's crisis was over. A new day dawned. It would resurge, of course. It always did. But for now, she needed to leave. Would she be upset? Undoubtedly.

He waved a hand and levitated clothes into the air. Anaya's clothes. He threw them to her. A second wave of his hand opened the door to his apartment. Mikhail's icy blues glittered with sudden danger. "Your voice is annoying almost as bad as my headache. Playtime is over. Time for you to go."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya let out a low chuckle as she caught her clothes. "Ooo so cold, Mikhail." she said feigning hurt in her voice. Pulling on her clothes she crossed the living room floor. "You mean I don't get breakfast?"

Anaya had no interest in dragging this out longer than it needed to be dragged out. She liked that Mikhail was asking her to leave, it meant that the feeling was mutual, they had used each other for one thing and one thing only. However, Anaya like to play games, she liked to push button that probably shouldn't be pushed.

With a wave of her hand she shut the apartment door that Mikhail had opened. "Ask me nicely and I'll think about getting out of your space."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail's smile was as cold as a snake's, and half again more sinister. "I don't do nice." He scowled at her suddenly. "Why're you toying with me. You got what you wanted. We both have a headache. Why aren't you leaving? Am I missing something, here?" His pale blue eyes narrowed to icy slivers. Like a wolf who suddenly caught wind of what could either be prey or a predator, but could not puzzle it out. "Or do you really just want breakfast that bad?"

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smirked, glad to see she was confusing Mikhail. "Did I get what I wanted?" she asked him, her eyes glittering with delight. "You're assuming I came here to get drunk and have sex..."

He smirk became a wide smile as she slowly stalked towards him. "Maybe I did...Or maybe there was something more that I was looking for..." she laughed softly and stopped in the middle of the room "Or maybe i'm just toying with you because I like to see you squirm."
She raised her palms to the sky and shrugged.

"So many options which could it be?"

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail crossed his arms. Irritation stood plain in his stance, though his features still held an ever present mischievousness. She was toying with him! This was ridiculous. Mikhail was supposed to toy with people, not the other way around. Yet, she wound him up like a clock. He wasn't afraid to let his emotions show. It was how he felt. He wouldn't restrain that. Others sought to control their emotions, to hide their irritation or suprise in some deluded sense that if they didn't they would lose some sort of unspoken battle. Mikhail disagreed.

"How about door number four: you're clingy and want attention." Pain throbbed as his persistent headache continued to antogonize him. She pushed him too far. The memory of Mikhail killing the woman he once loved was still seared into his brain. He saw it every time he closed his eyes. Right now, he just wanted to be alone. And Anaya wouldn't leave him be. Mikhail was pissed. He uncrossed his arms and stepped in close to her, jabbing a finger at her. "Your insane Grand Vizier boytoy left to go Force knows where and now you're all alone in the galaxy, trying desperately to find someone, anyone, who will hold you and tell you everything is going to be okay. Well it's not going to be okay. The galaxy has gone to hell, droids are going on some sort of crazed revolution with numbers we can't beat, and we lost Dromund Kaas. The galaxy is shit and it always has been, so don't expect my empathy for your sad story. Sorry I'm not sorry."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya's anger flared as did her pain, not just in her head but in her heart. It flared the moment the words 'Grand Vizier' left Mikhail's mouth. Twisting slightly she cracked the back of her hand across Mikhail's face, the pain that flared across her knuckles at doing so further fuelled her fury.

"If anyone needs to be told its going to be okay its you. Wallowing in your self pity, acting like a brooding teenager who just lost her girlfriend." she put on a mocking voice "I'm so lonely and I've lost my purpose" she drew in a sharp breath of realisation "That's it isn't it. You lost your girlfriend. The woman you love. Oh how fitting, the snarky little scumbag was in love. Did she leave you? Or did you choke her in a fit of rage?"

 

[Lord Ghoul]

The sharp back hand left Mikhail reeling backward. He tasted blood. He put a hand up to his mouth. And scowled at Anaya. Guess I touched a sore nerve. Sudden words flung from Anaya's lips. Words which reached into his mind with driving fingernails, ripping and tearing tortuosly until they pulled the shrieking memory forth. Shorn's vision blurred as he saw the image. Alexis raised her blaster. Mikhail reacted. Purple blade flew true. Alexis died. Alexis raised her blaster- over and over again, the memory played. And always he saw her last expression. Pure loathing. Frozen in death. That was how she felt. That was how she died. Emotion choked Mikhail's throat. Hate filled pale eyes stared at Anaya with an expression of utter rage. Shorn's mouth twisted into a wordless snarl and he extend a claw-like hand.

The Force closed in around Anaya's throat like a vicegrip.

"You want to know?" he rasped. "I impaled her on my lightsaber. Then I pinned her husband to the wall, butchered his children, and fed him his own still-beating heart."