Logs:C'wlin's Pole Plans
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| RL Date: 5 May, 2013 |
| Who: Athimeroth, C'wlin, D'kan, Kazavoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The past and present weyrling wingleaders catch up briefly, until D'kan manages to push an invisible button. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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D'kan, now lacking those extra wing leaderhip duties, was in line already and now carries a plate laden with good eats. It's only by chance that he comes back the way of the queue, thereby spotting C'wlin. Grinning, the brownrider approaches while waving a bit of green snap pea at the bronzerider. "Unfortunately, rank doesn't seem to equate first in line for food, does it," he states more than asks, harkening back to an earlier conversation of theirs. He offers a bread roll toward the month's wingleader, though. "Pity it doesn't," C'wlin comments, making a face at D'kan, "But it does let me abuse my power to give you extra shit to do for taunting me." Does he mean it? Hard to tell! Because at that moment the line surges forward and the bronzerider's lost to the crowd. That is, until he emerges victorious with a plate full of food. At some point D'kan is found again, as the current wingleader encroaches upon his friend. "I tell you what. I'd give it back to you in a heartbeat. This whole wing thing in a pain in my ass, though N'hax makes a good enforcer." Eyebrow wiggle. D'kan lets out a quick and rather sympathetic laugh before nodding toward one of the tables nearby. "Don't I know it. Though, with as complicated as last month was, it's only getting more complicated from here on out." He slides into a chair and reaches over for the water pitcher, filling one glass before waiting to see if C'wlin would also like one. "Figured N'hax would do fine. Can't get as far as he did in a Craft without being clever in one way or another, right?" With a snake-like grin, C'wlin swipes the one D'kan just poured and takes a big gulp. "Seriously. The guy's also built like a stone house." Which means he can get his intimidation on. "I think, so far, he might have only had to throw water on the face of one person, but maybe that was a dream." The boy winks, before stabbing into his food. "It'd be hilarious to drag them out of their weyrs, but thus far they've been decidedly compliant." Too compliant by his tone. "And Faranth, even I hate to get up at the butt crack of dawn." Maybe his master plan is just to see how far he can push the rules. "I bet you're laughing at me in the dark when you don't have to worry that the wing will succeed or else, eh?" He jokes. Maybe. D'kan probably is relieved. "They like you -- liked you better." Not that C'wlin cares. He's just that terrible D'kan goes ahead and pours that second glass, seeing as he has too now. "Not laughing, no," he answers truthfully as he passes the water pitcher down to the next group of people. "And if they liked me, it was only because I didn't need to challenge them so much. Shells, just getting folks to fly? That was easy. Getting them to fly while organized? Starting to feel like I drew the lucky straw or something." Butter is applied liberally to one of the bread rolls before it gets dunked into some sort of soupy curry looking glob of food. "I'm almost sad I haven't gotten to see you in serious action yet. I want to see your grrr face." "It's horrific, I assure you. No quarter given!" C'wlin's smile is terrible indeed, though he shares it conspiratorially with D'kan. "Ehhh, what's interesting is why someone would want this job. Give me the shadows and subterfuge any day of the week." Perhaps he takes time to harken back to an empty latrines in the deeper caverns of the weyr, and the hilarious encounter that occurred. "Being the wingleader is so much in the spotlight." Cue nose wrinkle. He side-glances to D'kan, "I'm curious who's gonna get it next. I'm gonna shank someone if I get it twice." Blustery like the wind, Athimeroth seeks out his clutch-brother, snapping flags from his so-high perch. « Too many rules. Too many considerations of rules. » Far below, in hazy blurred greens and browns, an army amasses to battle. The bronze's boredom is so clearly heard in rough baritones with the chill of the aether-beyond-the-wall. « I'm tired of being constrained. » Maybe he can convince his clutch-brother to get up to no good. (To Kazavoth from Athimeroth) "That's exactly what I was thinking all last month," D'kan replies, laughing. "If you're the only guy for the job, fine, but..." He trails off with a shrug and finishes another bite of food before continuing. "With tw--eleven of us, I suppose there's a chance to at least be assigned as wingsecond before we... move on." Speaking of. "Hey, how's your weyr? Been meaning to stop by to check it out." With tendrils of some still-recent troublemaking in what's left of his draconic memory, Kazavoth is... reluctant. That aether is repelled with a mountain breeze and uncomfortable twingles of cold that grip the backmost teeth. « It does get tiring, yes, » he agrees, voice sandy and light. There is a hesitation, a brief failing in that breeze. « At least in the air, we have no constraints but our own bodies, yes? » (To Athimeroth from Kazavoth) "I'll rebel if I do," C'wlin comments, tone cool, clipped and perfect. Ever the snotty harper. Still, malice is not given to D'kan, his mate. Instead, he abruptly switches topics, "K'zin backs me, you know. And my methods. So not all are lost." He glances to the left. Then to the right. Then to D'kan. Very shifty-like. "So. D'kan." Wait for it. "My weyr is awesome. I've got a pole in the center of it, with a second story. I could have girls dance 'round it." So seriously said, it couldn't possibly be true, "You think I could lure Telavi to it?" Especially given C'wlin's almost asexual nature prior to this. Blustery winds don't push, but they do whip around his clutch mate, buffeting without overpowering. It is his nature; he could no more change it than the moon that hangs in the sky. « True. Flight is marvelous. Weyr is marvelous. C'wlin is terrible. Never lets me do anything. » It must be Athimeroth's man-time-of-the-month, because he sounds positively petulant. That is until: « Unless D'kan gives you more freedoms for your plans? » In which case, leverage. (To Kazavoth from Athimeroth) "Keep it interesting, and I think just about any woman would come to your weyr at least once." It's rather hard to tell by D'kan's tone if he's kidding. He almost sounds serious. Almost. "A pole, though. Why in Faranth's name would someone put a pole in a weyr? Aside from the weird, kinky stuff. Which makes me wonder a little bit why you'd chose it." That, at least, is said lightly. Mostly. « Ah... » Kazavoth begins, clearly hesitant to share too much. While the details of his latest falling out with his rider have already faded for the most part, some of the lesson has stuck, thank all that is holy. « He... there is freedom, » he shares, words dulled by a sea of ink, « but D'kan, he has been... careful. Lately. » The ink thins enough to reveal there is a very good chance the brown's rider is paying rather close attention to Kazavoth's conversation. (To Athimeroth from Kazavoth) "Because it's the fastest way down from the upper level." C'wlin's tone implies: 'duh'. Also, it's overlaid with what might have been boyish excitement if boyish charm could be attributed to this boy. Still, he gives D'kan the slightest of looks, "Hmmm. Perhaps I should host a weyr-warming party." Although, the opposite is true. It is entirely possible no one would come! Then who would be a sad boy? Abruptly, "I don't want them to hate me," pause, "Okay, not all of them anyway." Maybe he has a CRUSH. Or more likely, he's trying to play the political field. Overt power does not sit well on this boy's shoulders, both grabbing for more and pushing off the titles. It's a juxtaposition. To aid in masking what words may be said from prying rider-ears, Athimeroth's winds surge. Whipping, snapping, gripping around the link, creating the eye of a wind-hurricane high above the world, woven with Kazavoth's own essence. « Freedom. You are better held than I. I am always thwarted from my plans. » Here, too, does C'wlin pay attention to his dragon's conversation. (To Kazavoth from Athimeroth) The look D'kan gives C'wlin is one full of puzzled skepticism. He eats some veggies before replying, though, which is to say quietly, "No one hates you, C'wlin. It's too strong a word." Encouraging D'kan is encouraging. "It's not like we've had any accidents." Yet. "No one's broken an arm this month." Yet. "I think if people outrighted hated you, we'd have some more issues." He asks for the water pitcher again and refills his glass, steadily taking care of both food and drink. "So. You want Telavi on your pole, huh?" As those winds rise, Kazavoth's little island of consciousness hunkers down as if to weather it. He must have really had a recent chewing out for the effects to last this long. « Perhaps, » he begins, once again hesitating as the ink coating his mindvoice begins to clear drop by drop. « Perhaps this freedom is not what we think it is. What is it to you, Athimeroth? » (To Athimeroth from Kazavoth) "What? No. Of course not." C'wlin protests, abruptly standing, thin lips pressing together. "I'm going now. You come by later, and I'll show you the pole." He gives D'kan a stare. Bro-stare. The subtle -- or not so subtle --underlining 'keep your mouth shut'. And then he's gone. Leaving his dinner, and the conversation. Feelings? Psh. He doesn't care about those. Or so he says! Bye-bye! Blustering winds ease, if only because Athimeroth is moving off, further from his clutch-brother. « Freedom is when you get to do what you want without having to bow to the establishment. » Obviously, the bronze is the brains in his pairing (so he thinks). « Later, Kazavoth. See that you don't let them cow you too much. » Undo some of D'kan's training here? Oh yes, he'll try. ANARCHY. And then, like his lifemate, he's gone poof. Up to no good, is he. (To Kazavoth from Athimeroth) |
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Comments on "Logs:C'wlin's Pole Plans"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 06 May 2013 23:09:45 GMT.
What an interesting little convo. >:3 Is our little robot growing up and noticing girls?
Athimeroth still cracks me up. And I also enjoy how... dry D'kan delivers his lines. At least, that's how they feel to me. XD Fun read.
Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 07 May 2013 00:32:56 GMT.
Yeah, go by C'wlin's weyr later and he'll show you his pole. Sounds like a good time. If you're into that kind of thing. ;D
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