The Worst Kind of Surprise Party

[all_too_familiar]

There is a man. He's meditating, and floating several inches off of the ground. This is fairly normal for him - at least he's not floating various furniture this time. Just himself. He doesn't feel like exerting himself any further. It's been a long day.

He realizes it's going to be a lot longer when he's no longer in his room.

"I hate surprises," he sighs, and he opens his eyes to look at his new surroundings. He's still floating, and surprisingly calm.

Comments

[unmarred]

"I am beginning to get really annoyed with these people."

[all_too_familiar]

"You and me both. I killed him, defeated the apprentice, and then asked very nicely if she would like to stop being a part of an organization that was obviously going to kill itself off in under a decade. She accepted, went on her merry way. I walked out and that is when the students thought it would be a good idea to attack me." He smiles a very smug smile. "That went as well as expected."

[unmarred]

Snicker. "Oh, I bet."

[all_too_familiar]

"So now they have a bit of a problem with numbers. Breaks my heart."

He looks anything but heartbroken.

[unmarred]

"A tragedy. Whatever will they do."

[all_too_familiar]

"Die off, hopefully."

[unmarred]

"With any luck."

[all_too_familiar]

"I can dream."

... Is Revan checking him out? It's sort of hard to tell.

[unmarred]

Good question.

Let there be no mistake about the reverse.

[all_too_familiar]

Oh, he's noticed by now.

"I liked your fight with the asshole who summoned us, by the way."

[unmarred]

"Thank you," says Mark.

[all_too_familiar]

"Yep."

He wonders, idly, what the sleeping situation is going to be. For completely innocent reasons, of course. There are a number of minion beds, but the vampire's bed is certainly large enough for two. Coincidentally.

Hrm. How exhausted is he, exactly? ... Pretty damn exhausted, he's running off of the Force, willpower, and being accustomed to this sort of bone-deep weariness. Is he too exhausted to maybe pursue this train of thought? Hmmm. Hmmmm. Possibly not.

"What's the sleeping situation going to be like?" muses Revan. "You should likely get the vampire's bed, because safety, but I don't know if you want me nearby," or very nearby, "or up in a minion's room."

[unmarred]

"...With considerable regret, I think I'm going to have to say 'not nearby'."

[all_too_familiar]

"Aw. I understand. Want a consolation prize?"

[unmarred]

"Sure."

[all_too_familiar]

Hmmmmmmm does Revan think he's going to be a good kisser in this particular state of tired... Probably not, if he's honest. And who knows if there was after effects from creepy unwanted amorous vampire guy. Hug's safer.

He stands, and holds out his arms in the offer of 'hug?'

[unmarred]

Mark hugs him.

The corpselike temperature probably isn't a surprise. The corpselike stillness might be.

Human contact is terrifying, but substantially because it is so nice. He does not regret this course of action.

[all_too_familiar]

Eh, who's going to hold a corpselike stillness against somebody? Not Revan, that's who.

Hug!

For a former sith lord, he's surprisingly good at hugging. You might think it would be awkward, but no, he's just going to hold Mark like it's the most ordinary thing in the world. Hugs aren't weird. Anyone who thinks otherwise can shove a lightsaber in an orifice of their choice.

[unmarred]

Mark moves some, it's just that when he's not moving he is really not moving.

It is consequently hard to tell when he relaxes. Unless you happen to be reading his emotional state directly.

"Thanks," he says. Oh, has he been forgetting to breathe this whole time? Yes, apparently he has.

[all_too_familiar]

"Yep!" Revan takes this as his cue to end the hugs. He does so, and smiles at Mark.

"Now, I hope you don't take it personally, but I am still on my feet entirely by willpower and liberal use of the Force." Funny, he barely shows it. "I am going to go find the minion bed I hate the least and collapse in it for, hmm, ten hours, if there are no objections."

[unmarred]

"No objections. Goodnight."

[all_too_familiar]

"Good night. Don't explode while I am dead to the world, please, I like you."

And off he goes to be dead to the world.

[unmarred]

Mark goes off to sleep in the safe vampire bed. Ugh. At least it's comfortable.

[all_too_familiar]

Revan finds the room that offends his scope of tactics the least, and goes and is dead to the world. The bed's not the most comfortable, but it's certainly not the least. He's slept in the Shadowlands on Kashyyyk. With crazy murderous Mandalorians skulking in the shadows killing people that looked like easy targets. And murderous bloodthirsty beasts that scared the tall, extremely strong natives. On the ground. It rained. This is nothing in comparison, really.

He sleeps for nine hours, then drags himself out of bed to meditate for an hour to fix up the rest of his slightly neglected injury. Because of his lack of attention, it's now a subtle scar instead of smooth skin, but he doesn't particularly mind. It's less noticeable than his others.

He scrounges for food, finds some, turns it into an edible form through the use of a lightsaber because he doesn't know how the fuck any of these fucking appliances work, and then eats it. Once that's done, he recalls that his undead companion requires blood to sustain himself.

Let's go see if the vampire's hungry! He knocks, before entering the room, even though he's fully aware Mark's awake. It's only polite.

[unmarred]

Mark opens the door.

"Good morning."