Logs:Brilliant Associations
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| RL Date: 22 January, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, H'vier |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier tries to take advantage of the fight and Brieli reminds him that he owes her. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 11, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Barnabas/Mentions, Lourna/Mentions |
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| Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a day-to-day basis. The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating: swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day. Another pleasant day at High Reaches! Light rain all day makes everything muddy and slippery and damp, and that means everything in the caverns is likewise dirty and wet with people tracking it in and everywhere. It's really just lovely. Maybe the snow would be better. At least in the kitchens, there's a certain lack of tolerance for actual dirt, and the warmth is enough to keep things cozy and dry, with the smells of cooking lunch mingling through the air. Breakfast is long past, but it seems that Brieli missed it entirely somehow - even though she presumably can have it delivered. Looking tired and tousled, she's sitting at a table off to the side, poking at a plate of leftovers as she watches the staff prepare. Perhaps to her credit, the workers don't have 'OMG the boss is here' energy at all. There might be rumors floating around about a fight in the Snowasis that happened last night. But, lets face it, they probably aren't as uncommon as they should be. Most of them, however, probably don't involve shiny new Istan transfers. The one that's making his way in from the inner caverns decked out in his flying leathers, jacket unfastened, and various other things to help keep him warm. H'vier is also sporting a spectacular bruise across his healer-tended nose that spreads out slightly under his eyes. He hasn't let his injuries keep him from his duties, though, and it might explain his grumpy attitude with the staff when he gets something to eat. When he turns to find some nook to hide in while he eats, he spies Brieli and hesitates not unlike a prey animal wondering if it can pass a predator unmolested. Hell, there's rumors buzzing through the kitchens as soon as the formerly-Istan bronzerider turns up looking for food, and though they're quick and polite enough about getting something for him, there's a lot of 'can you believe?' and 'what's his problem?' as they return to duties. Usually, Brieli wouldn't need something as obvious as staff gossiping to alert her to anyone's presence, but she's just not paying the same attention, no sharp dark gaze darting to the entrances everytime someone passes in or out, no interest there. Thankfully, there's that cue though; she glances over her shoulder to note H'vier hesitating there. She'd smirk, but she's too busy widening her eyes at the bruises and all. There's a beat before, "Well. At least it happened here." Plate in one hand, mug in the other, H'vier eyes Brieli when she glances back at him. It's almost suspicion. But not enough to keep him from moving to approach her table and help himself to sitting across from her. "That gardener with the... weird hair, I think he could use a chat with a mindhealer," is his response with a flicker of a smile that would maybe be bigger or trying to be more sincere if it didn't hurt his face to try. He sets down his plate but keeps the mug in hand for now, sort of holding it unconsciously under his face. The heat might feel good. "So is this the normal you or was the other the normal you?" Suspicion is likely wise. Brieli doesn't stop H'vier from sitting across from her, though as he does, she warns - perhaps belatedly - "I'm feeling a bit run down, just so you know. I'll try not to breathe on you." Though there's something that amuses her at the thought, quirks her lips; something else to threaten people with. She doesn't seem to have eaten much, maybe she is sick. Though the bronzerider's words have something of her usual focus returning - with a blink, she looks across the table sharply. "He did that?" Not smiling. "Was he drinking?" She's more concerned with that than anything else - with a little shrug, "Nothing about me is normal. But I do love a good deal." The warning doesn't turn H'vier off in the least. Not that he looks particularly lecherous at the moment or anything. Having their face smashed and... other things smashed will do that to a guy. For a little while, at least! "Aye. Lucky hit." Of course it was. "Don't know if he was drinking. He just seemed to show up all bent out of sorts. Got all uppity about--" The bronzerider pauses like he's trying to remember just what it was. Then, "Well, I don't think it'll happen again anytime soon, anyway. Shouldn't you be hiding in your big, fancy weyr if you're feeling out of sorts?" "Mm. Of course." Brieli doesn't look convinced that it was all that lucky. She's also not looking all that thrilled with the news; a fight is one thing, a fight involving certain ex-cons is quite another. Giving up on her plate, dropping her fork, she arches fine brows to prompt H'vier, "About...?" If he's going to bring it up. She leans back in her seat, stretching out long legs to cross at the ankle. "That's what he was sent to the mines for, you know. Beating a man to death. So let's hope it doesn't happen again soon. And..." With a glance around the kitchen, "I suppose. I was tired of being in there. Sleeping." She hides in there often enough anyway. The fact that Barnabas was a convict at all seems to give H'vier a moment's pause. News to him, perhaps. But for all his expression is pretty bad because of the bruising, the news doesn't seem to make it any worse. Thoughtful, if anything. Definitely taking the news of being beaten on by a guy that's beaten someone else to death pretty well. "A girl. I can only assume he wanted her and got upset that she was paying attention to me." Yup, that's totally what happened. Maybe that's even what H'vier actually believes. "It seems like a bad idea to let a man like that stay close to someone like Azaylia, doesn't it?" Definitely something to be noted, maybe even in his favor. It's really better not to freak out over something like that - that way lies badness. Tilting her head to one side, Brieli regards H'vier for a long moment before echoing, "A girl." It's both skeptical and dubious, and she just rolls her eyes. Whatever. "Do you think your associates will buy that? Or wonder if they ought to take business elsewhere?" She hasn't forgotten that, no matter how far she might be slouching into her flight jacket. Another eyeroll before, "Do you think I haven't said anything? I've even told her everyone likely thinks they're sleeping together and that didn't even do it. I can't do anything with willful rose-colored ignorance." The goldrider's question earns a small, patient smile from H'vier. "This isn't my first busted nose." Like that's all the answer she needs. "I'm sure it won't be my last. Maybe if someone hits it right, we can get it looking straight again, aye?" The bronzerider takes a drink from his mug and finally sets it aside so he can deal with some of that food. It's why he's here, after all. "Of course you can't. But if it's just her you're talking to, you're approaching the problem from the wrong angle. It's him that needs to..." He pauses again and, then asks, "He said they weren't 'together.' Is there someone else?" Perhaps predictably, Brieli doesn't look satisfied with either patience or answer, but apparently interrogation and browbeating isn't totally common; she lets it go. For now. She merely notes, "I'd be concerned about having affairs handled by someone so prone to violence, personally. But I'm paranoid. And perhaps you should ask next time." She taps her own nose - unbroken, unsurprisingly - as if to point out the spot. "Maybe as long as they get to hit you, they'll be obliging." Her hands go into her pockets, and she considers his words briefly, her next carefully. "Direct is usually best in her case," she says slowly. "And I am not necessarily aware of everything she does." Everyone, in this case! With a frown, "I should tell her about this. The fight, unless she's heard." "You are not one of my 'associates,' as you say," points out H'vier. And his associates must not have quite the same ideals as Brieli, fortunately for him. "Clever," he adds like he doesn't actually think it is after chewing through another bite. He will, however, absorb whatever information he can about Azaylia that Brieli is willing to offer up. Because these things are important. "I plan on being quite direct with her," he says. "She shouldn't trust that man. No telling what he might do to whoever ends up her Weyrleader." Another pause. "That must be tough on you, yeah? At least if Reisoth doesn't catch her gold, I'll have another chance in a few turns. But you..." Won't. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. You owe me. I'd say that puts us in association." Brieli has a slow grin for that, looking across the table like she is, in fact, quite clever. H'vier can think whatever he want; she's not all that bothered - though she might notice that choosing her words with regards to the other goldrider was, as usual, wise. Dryly, "Yes, I'm sure your opinion will be taken quite seriously when no one she cares for or respects has managed to get through. Clearly, your amazing people skills have already been at work." There's a flick of long fingers towards his broken face. Presumably. There's another little eyeroll for the transparent poke at her ego. "There are positives and negatives," she'll allow, tone easy. And that's about it. "That was your brilliant idea, as I recall. You'll just have to deal with whatever concerns you have about me now, now won't you." H'vier lifts his gaze up from his food to look at the woman. "I know you don't think very highly of me, weyrwoman. I'm okay with that. But I'm not a horrible friend to have." Even if his definition of 'friend' probably isn't exactly in line with the standard. "And I can be very persuasive when necessary." Maybe not so much on a 'social skills' level, though. As for his face, he grins, "Indeed. I was ready to take the girl somewhere more private when he attacked me." With another little shrug, curls rising and falling over her jacket, "I still think it's a fairly brilliant idea. I think I'll do it more often." Because why not extort people trying to start over? Why not exploit people's weaknesses without letting her counterpart in on it? Brieli's smile for H'vier is faint, but lingers enigmatically, as she points out, "I don't know what I think of you yet. And you don't know anything about me." It's not condemnation, no. She's perfectly fine with that. There's a moment or two before, "I don't have friends." Or maybe not friends in the way he's defining them. "And I'm sure you were. I'll take your word for it." Please, no demonstrations, thx. "That doesn't surprise me," says H'vier about Brieli's lack of friends. The bronzerider studies her for another moment or so before he starts to move again, picking up both plate and mug as he rises. "You ought to put in a good word for me when you speak with Azaylia about her little friend." The way he grins, he probably doesn't expect anything she would say about him to be good. "Take care of yourself, yeah?" Casual niceties as H'vier dismisses himself from Brieli's company and goes to continue his day with a busted face. "I know, so difficult so understand." Brieli sounds mystified, but in a way that she's totally not at all. And even though she's long given up on her late breakfast, she doesn't seem inclined to move just yet. Maybe she's comfortable, but there's an odd air of lassitude about her. Tilting her head back to look up at H'vier as he stands, she smirks a touch, noting, "Even if I did, it wouldn't matter. She wants everything to be fair." A wrinkle of her nose, before, without much concern, "Likewise." By her tone, the bronzerider could get his face broken again, and she wouldn't care. But she is pretty 'whatever' generally. Maybe don't take it personally. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Tue, 22 Jan 2013 21:47:48 GMT.
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Ha! I definitely want to see more logs with these two. >:D
Ainslee (Castandcrew) left a comment on Wed, 23 Jan 2013 13:52:53 GMT.
< Oh, H'vier. xD
(+1 on wanting to see more logs between these two!)
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