Logs:Chad
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| RL Date: 10 January, 2016 |
| Who: W'leri, Ninwayzan, Reston |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: W'leri welcomes Ninwayzen to the weyr in his special way, and doesn't impress a master. |
| Where: The Glass Fountain, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| The Glass Fountain is a hub of activity on this fine, dreary evening. Not only the regular type of patrons, but many of the dragonriders wear Malachite wing patches on their jackets. And it's a lively crowd, with all sorts of bawdy conversation and back-slapping humor. Back to the bar, W'leri grips a frosty beer mug in one hand, wearing a boozy smile as he listens to a blonde woman, also wearing the Malachite patch, warble off about some pansy in Hematite. A fairly new face to the Glass Fountain and Fort Weyr is Ninwayzan as he seeks out a place to spend this dreary evening. Pausing briefly in the doorway he takes a moment to look around at the patrons already here. Eyeing the various riders here he seems a tad uncertain as he seeks out any faces who might be a non-rider like himself. Non-rider: Check! Unfortunately, even Reston, his master's knot attached not properly on his shoulder but just looped onto his belt, is keeping company with those gregarious dragon-y types. Or, one of them, except that his sister--a mid-thirties redhead--is in the process of chatting up some man from Malachite, and that's left him sitting nearby with a drink he's barely touched. Once it's been long enough to realize she's not coming back anytime soon, he carries the glass back up to the bar. A brief exchange with the bartender, and that glass has been exchanged for another one that looks very much like the first, which he sips from with obvious relief. "I don't understand," he says aloud, and W'leri is probably the person nearest, "how dragonriders can be so much louder than a similar crowd at the Hold." "Pratcha." W'leri holds up a finger to silence the greenrider, and turns his blocky head towards the newcomer who has the gumption to interrupt their conversation; however one sided it may be. "What the fuck did you just say?" he demands of Master Smarty Pants. Pratcha's eyes widen as she takes in Reston, but she doesn't leave her station at the bar, leaning on it specifically. "There isn't a damn thing wrong with being loud. Got every reason to be, here," he growls, pointing that finger at Reston, briefly, and then taking a long, slow swallow from his mug. And he kicks out one leg, which would be unfortunate timing for anyone.. walking past. Ninwayzan finally makes a choice to come on in further into the room with the bar being the logical choice of destination. He's just close enough to overhear W'leri's comments, completely out of context since he missed Reston's remark. Startled somewhat at the language he shifts his gaze towards the bar he has the unfortunate timing to walk right into the kicked out leg which sends him sprawling straight to the floor with a startled whoosh of air escaping him. If all that was supposed to be threatening, Reston does not look particularly threatened. But it has certainly been discouraging of further contact or any attempt to push the matter; the Healer collects his drink and makes to depart, when the young man going by falls. "Watch your step," he admonishes, though at least he follows it up with: "Are you all right? Everything in one piece?" There's no apology in the glance that W'leri's spares the fallen baker, one which rakes over him with disinterest. "Watch where you're going, kid," the bluerider says, letting Reston check on the younger man's good health, as he relaxes back against the bar, unconcerned. There's no sympathy for poor Nin tonight it seems! Hastily hopping to his feet he is bright red in the face with embarrassment. However as first Reston admonishes then the owner of the foot that tripped him in the first place basically tells him to watch where he's going, something snaps briefly in the apprentice's mood. "Sharding Farnath's tail, don't go kicking your leg out in front of me!" he exclaims to W'leri, Reston momentarily ignored. As this is W'leri's problem, now, and W'leri does seem to have caused it, and Ninwayzan seems to have broken precisely nothing--that leaves Reston very little reason to linger, and he takes his new drink back to the table he was previously occupying, presumably to await the return of his sister. A more concerned individual would be worried about the boy when he tripped; a more concerned individual would care that said boy is now angrily talking to him. But W'leri is not concerned, and takes a sip of his beer before leveling a stare on Ninwayzan. "You shouldn't have tripped over my fucking foot, kid. You blind?" Anger flashes in those green eyes of Ninwayzan's at the rider's words. Stepping back he eyes up W'leri a moment before shaking his head. "You shouldn't stick out your foot when people are walking by." he counters with his own argument, arms crossing over his chest as he gives W'leri a level look. "I can," W'leri replies, unmoved, "and I did. I can put my feet where I damn well pleased. It's your own fault if you can't see a foot in your way when you're walking. Might want to get your eyes checked by one of those healer types." All of this is spoken with a decided lack of interest. "You must be new here," he finally drawls, eyeing the bottom of his mug disappointedly. Ninwayzan opens his mouth then closes it with a snap. Scowling at W'leri he glances towards his left as if considering simply moving away. "I am." finally he decides to stay put right where he is. "Apprentice to the new Journeyman Baker here. Ninwayzan. You must be a bronze rider. I heard you all were jerks." It must be luck, that the bartender has a new mug of beer for the bluerider when he turns to hand out his empty one. "Bronze," W'leri sneers, giving Ninwayzan and more proper up-and-down glance. "I wouldn't trade Voaneth in for a hundred bronzes." He taps the complicated knot riding his shoulder with one blunt finger. "Wingleader, blue Voaneth." Ninwayzan looks towards the knot adorning his shoulder with a quick, noncomprehending look at the intricacy of the knot. Clearly he didn't do much studying up on weyr knots before being posted here. Sliding into an empty chair at the bar he shrugs off some of his annoyance. "Bluerider. Then your f...um, well. Not nice." he halts his first train of thought and with a few stammers gets out something else. "Wingleader huh? Not a great warm welcome for a new face." he says condescendingly. "Then I'm..?" The bluerider suddenly looks very interested in the sentence the baker apprentice didn't finish, turning towards the bar with his beer in hand. "I pride myself on making memories.. Chad? Is your name Chad? You look like a Chad, or an Egelbert.. as I was saying, memories, Chad, not introductions. Introductions are for boring people. You'll remember this for the rest of your days," W'leri says, trying to slap the boy on the shoulder; that is, if Ninwayzan doesn't move out of the way. There is a slight flush to 'Chad's ears at the unfinished sentence though he doesn't dare try to go back to that unfinished thought. Ninwayzan, a name a lot longer than Chad, shakes his head a bit. Indeed this first meeting will be not forgotten for sometime to come. At the name change and talk of memories rather than introductions is stated he is a bit too bewildered somewhat to be able to dodge the oncoming hand against his shoulder. It rocks him slightly in his seat. "Boring...right. Not boring then, I guess." he concedes with uncertainty creeping into his tone now. "Let's have a drink, on me, for Chad." W'leri suddenly has a big cheese eating grin on his face, saved solely for the bartender who, while wiping down the counter, jerks his head at Ninwayzan. "What'll it be?" And the bluerider observes with less enthusiasm now, but more interest for this unnamed young man sitting beside him at the bar. "Definitely not boring." "Ninwayzan" he replies after finally realizing perhaps the bluerider didn't catch his name the first time it was mentioned. "Sure, I'll have a drink. I'll take whatever your drinking." his chest puffs out slightly in an effort to look more mature than his 15 turns. There's a lot of squinting going on in the bluerider's corner, but he settles on a firm "Chad" before he knocks on the bartop with his knuckles. "Make it a whiskey. I'm feeling thirsty," W'leri tells the bartender, and then half turns to assess the patrons milling -- and sitting -- around the bar. "Don't hurt yourself, kid." "Whiskey...?" squeaks out the baker apprentice before clearing his throat. "Whiskey." is said in a firmer voice. "Sounds good." ahem. "I'm fine. I'll be fine." suuuure. "Can't handle your liquor?" Frosty blue eyes flick back to the apprentice, and W'leri waits for a response. It's with wide-eyes that the apprentice nods his head. "O'course!" not that he's had a drink of whiskey in his life but he's surely not backing down now! The bartender keeps eyeing the apprentice, but he does as he's paid to do. He produces two glasses of whiskey, which he nudges towards them. "Bottoms up, kid," W'leri says, and then swallows the whole single pour in one go. He growls as it goes down and then slaps the bartop with his palm. "It was nice to meet you, Chad. Hope to see you around sometime." As he turns to saunter towards the back, where his wingriders congregate, he throws out: "And watch out for feet." Ninwayzan's throat moves up and down as he swallows once as the glass of whiskey is produced before him. Taking it into one hand he hesitates with the excuse of watching W'leri down his own drink one one go before moving away towards the back. Briefly he considers correcting his name but thinks twice on that so he settles with lifting his free hand in farewell. "Well met bronze rider." he says with a bit of a saucy grin at that. Two can play the mis-name game. |
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