Zee Dueling RP -noncanon-

Anakin · Zee Dueling RP -noncanon-

(Me and Praxeum have decided to duel)

Anakin stepped into the Sith Command Center, drunk as a toydarian stripper. His steps were very akward as he made his way to a line of consoles with one bottle of Yellow Dragon Whisky in hand. He lazily sat down in one of the plush leather seats at the table where the consoles lay. With his gauntlet covered right hand he randomly started pressing buttions.

Darth Carnage

Praxeum's door slide open as he ran out into the hallway as quickly as he could. Alarms sounded through the building, but no one seemed to know what was going on. Praxeum already had his dark blue lightsaber ignited and reached out through the Force to figure out what was happening. The confusion across the building made it almost impossible for him to know what was going on - but he sensed the Force pulling him towards the Commander Center. Praxeum began to rush off when he suddenly stopped as he recalled something which made him walk back to his bedroom. In the room stood a half-dressed, human woman near the door. "Get out." Praxeum said he turned towards the Command Center and dashed down the halls.

He cold, dura-steel doors flew upon under the pressure of Praxeum's Force push and he somersaulted into the room with his blade at the ready. A quick survey of the room showed that he was alone - save one person. "Anakin." Praxeum said with a sigh as he looked at the drunken man. Only once the confusion wore off did Praxeum look down and realize that he had forgotten his tunic.

Anakin

"Aw heyyy Praxi, waant a drike?" Anakin slurred, oblivious to the confusion and excitement he was causing in the complex. The Sith Lord raised his bottle of whisky as if a cheer of joy then drained the bottle.

"You knowww I neva see you aroooundd." He tried to say to Praxeum.

"You're suck a freakin drunk. You're a disgrace!" Praxeum yelled.

Darth Carnage

"But...I am thirsty...." Praxeum continued. "No!" He finished as he brought his blade up. "Now, I am sick of you doing this. This is the third time this month! Now give me the bottle - now." Praxeum said he drew close to the drunken Sith.

Anakin

"I woulddn't do that!" Anakin yelled as Praxeum grabbed onto the bottle to tug it away from that. But Praxeum did not listen. The Sith tore it free from his grip. Fury and drunk rage flamed in the eyes of the Sith Lord and in response his knee came up connecting with Praxeum's jaw.

Darth Carnage

Pain thrusting through his chin, Praxeum stumbled back and crashed into a couch and it flipped over. As he stood up, blood dripping from his mouth, he could see Anakin cracking up laughing. As the drunk was busy with laughing, Praxeum reached his hand in the air and used the Force to slam Anakin into a nearby wall.

Darth Carnage

ooc: Since Anakin is not an active member here anymore, this can be locked.

Rive Caedo

There's really no need to lock a thread unless it's descended into a flame war. Just let it die a natural death by slipping off to page 2 eventually Wink

Darth Samuel

or i could, you know, start a flame war. Wink

Darth Carnage

Both sound like very good suggestions.

Anakin

OCC: What the heck happened anyway? It just stopped.

Darth Carnage

ooc: Because you stopped getting on.

Anakin

My bad, should have seen that one coming. Confused

Lord Embeion

((Wow A Sith Councilmen drunk.. a member of the Sith who should put fear into the hearts of his subordinates by just looking at them...))

Darth Carnage

ooc: And the other is running around in his boxers.

Lord Embeion

(( Oh geezus. Thats it, it's krakdwn time))

Anakin

Lord Embeion