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[prophesiedone]

[As invulnerable as he likes to pretend to be, Anakin Skywalker is not immune to strong drink. He has engaged in a contest with a certain Valar and failed miserably. Perhaps if Melkor had told him that alcohol has no effect on him whatsoever, he would not have tried so hard to keep up.

He is paying for his ambition now as he reclines messily on Melkor’s couch, completely unconscious to the world. There are plenty of empty bottles around him and it seems all too likely that once he wakes, he is going to be very, very sick.

Maybe being comatose is a blessing in that case. At least until the nightmares find him again. They always do.]

So, uh-

[Melkor poked Anakin, not sure what to do with a sick human. He had never even seen a sick Elf before. He carefully held his phone in one hand, not sure what to do but surely other mortals would know?]

I’m not sure how to make a sick human...better. I think he’s drunk. [He picked up Anakin’s arm, trying to wiggle it to get him awake. Surely this helps.]

[The wiggling earns a deep groan and some of the furniture gives an ominous shudder. Then the previously limp man is pushing himself up quickly and looking...rather grey.]

...bathroom… [He gasps and hauls himself to his feet, running for what he hopes is the right door. If it’s not, there might be some cleaning to do. This is why Men should not drink to excess!

Melkor watched, confused but stayed where he was before looking at the camera with a smirk as Anakin ran into a bedroom instead of the bathroom. He clearly won this and at least it wasn’t his room.] Someone may want to come and heal him, I like this human and he doesn’t seem to be doing well.

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[prophesiedone]

[But it's all so gross! He covers his eyes with his mechno-arm.]

I wouldn't die from that.

[godcomplexing]

I didn't say you would. But it will be much less unpleasant if you're sobering up next to a trash bin.

[prophesiedone]

I'm going to kill him. [Vomit and an eight foot corpse lie in his future. It all smells amazing.]

[godcomplexing]

Not used to a hangover, eh?

[prophesiedone]

Jedi weren't allowed to drink to excess.

[godcomplexing]

Some sort of religious restriction or something?

[prophesiedone]

The Jedi are an Order. Not religious, but...

Maybe not so different. Definitely strict.

[godcomplexing]

I see. Well, now you know how much you can handle.

[prophesiedone]

Is that the bright side? [It seems pretty dark and nauseating too.]

[godcomplexing]

Depends on if you plan on doing something like this again. If so, the bright side is you know when to stop. [of course, if you choose to stop is a different question]

[prophesiedone]

I'm not doing this again. Ever. [It had been pleasant...until he went way too far. But that's Anakin for you. Everything is extreme.]

[godcomplexing]

It isn't for everyone.

[prophesiedone]

Don't tell me you are impervious to hangovers too?

[godcomplexing]

[he shrugs. Well, you asked him not to tell you]

[prophesiedone]

...it's called sarcasm.

What makes you so special?

[godcomplexing]

Some say it's God, some say it's evolution. All I really know is it's as much a part of me as my blue eyes.

[prophesiedone]

I'd say you're pretty lucky. [Can the room stop spinning, please?] Take it from me...

This is horrible.

[godcomplexing]

It's been a long time, but I remember.

[prophesiedone]

So you've changed?

[godcomplexing]

From what I understand, loads of people changed. I just had the benefit of living with mine long before I got here.

[prophesiedone]

Emotionally, maybe. Physically when they grow. But not usually with powers.

Mine are the same. I haven't been given anything extra.

[godcomplexing]

Depends on the power. A friend of mine back home had the potential to continuously grow in power.

It's the "extra" that troubles me.