Logs:Dashingly Wicked
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| RL Date: 22 January, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Vienne |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo's a flirt. She gets Vienne to explain why she's had to leave Igen. |
| Where: Diving Cliff, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 11, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Barnabas/Mentions, I'kris/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Why is Jo on the diving cliff in the prime of the evening? Who knows, but the bluerider still is in the lingering effects of a wild night and is currently sitting up against the bulk of her nicked and scratched-up dragon, Tacuseth. Thankfully there's no booze in sight around her, as she seems to be settled contently paces away from the edge of the cliff. Well, until a blue firelizard suddenly appears, nattering at them and dropping himself on the rider's shoulder with some small rolled-up sheet of hide attached to one of his legs. Tacuseth rumbles his greeting, and Jo wordlessly moves into action of removing that something from the firelizard's leg. By the quick way she works, there must be a familiarity between the two. Vienne must not have looked up at the cliff before starting up the steep stairs, and even when the top of her head becomes visible as she makes the climb, her eyes aren't on the occupants but rather the view, the sweeping vista of lake and bowl and Weyr. So when she finally takes that last step and realizes that she's not alone, it actually startles the crap out of her. And thankfully, instead of that shock knocking her over the edge, she kind of flings herself against the nearest bit of stone, holding on to bits of vine for security, heedlessly risking smudges on her tan wool coat and blinking wide-eyed at Jo. "Shit," she breathes, extremely lady-like. But the embarrassed laugh comes a second later. "Are you trying to kill me?" Vienne's seems to scare the crap out of the little blue flit, for he gives a frightened cheep to her swear and leaps into the air and Between right when Jo lifts the attached sheet from his leg. She's not so startled, but when she whips her head back to see what had indeed startle the little creature, it's almost clear that she wasn't expecting anyone up on the cliff at this moment. A blink and then there's instant recognition: the cute fellow bluerider. Tacuseth swings his head to regard the newcomer as his rider straightens up and acts like a frightened firelizard going Between was no thing worth commenting on. "Hey there, darlin'," comes her greeting, accented with a killer, yet hung over smile. "Me? Tryin' to kill you? That would be far too tragic." She thumps a free hand to her dragon's hide before she adds after a pause, "Tacuseth. I call'im Tac." Recovering from her surprise, Vienne also recovers herself from the wall, though some of the dried bits of stem and leaf sick to the cuff and hip of her jacket such that she has to busy herself trying to brush them off her arm. (She doesn't appear to know that there's any more than that still stuck to her.) "See, this is how I expect every meeting to go. Two people minding their own business and then somehow, suddenly, I do something silly and ruin any chance that anyone would think I'm not a total dingbat." Yeah, she said dingbat. "Anyway, it's true, you won't kill me; you're supposed to sell me to your friends at the Nail." ... "And I just realized how dirty that name can sound." But finally, she takes a breath and stands in front of Tacuseth, giving him a wide smile. "Hi, Tac. Tacuseth. Oswinth is... Well, he may have pulled something, so he's home." But she's look apologetic for him. Jo watches while Vienne tries to clean herself off, and of course, the convict rider is oh-so helpful smoothly gets to her feet and approaches Vienne with open intent. A brow lifting only slightly once she's in the bluerider's personal space, she'll lift a free hand, fingers close as if she were dangerously close to caressing a cheek, or, something else so inappropriate, but then if the woman doesn't flinch, a loose leaf gets plucked from her hair. Then, as if to justify it all, then she says, "Ya missed a spot." She'll take the stray leaf and give it a careless toss before she takes a couple backward steps, back to Tacuseth, before echoing, "Dingbat?" Dubious, but amused. "And it's the Rusty Nail," she adds in correction. "Which does sound dirty, in a certain way." Well, any word in Jo's mouth can sound dirty, anyway. Once done with pleasantries, she dips her head down as fingers unfold the hide note she had taken off the blue flit and tries to give its contents a quick read before she looks back up and stuffs the thing into a pant pocket. She frowns a bit upon hearing about Oswinth, asking then, "What's wrong with him?" Clearly Jo has a skewed perception of herself because, so far, she's been nothing but nice to Vienne and the little bluerider does not flinch away when her personal bubble is invaded. But, while she might not go all terrified-prey as the hand come forward, she does get very still and quiet, like she might not actually be breathing in all the way. And then.... the leaf appears. And she rolls her eyes as she lets out a sigh. "Oh, for the love of... Thank you." She runs her hands through her hair, hunting for any more stragglers. "He's fine, really. He just needs a day off. It happens all the time." She is, however, not oblivious to Jo's note, and she does remember the little firelizard that popped away just as she arrived and those the thing has been stuffed away, she arches an eyebrow just in case it's something her new friend wants to talk about. The fact that Vienne doesn't flinch keeps that lingering little crooked smile on Jo's face when she gets the stray leaf free. When she gives her thanks the way she does, there's a breathy, husky chuckle and a wry, "Sweet. No wonder I'm havin' a hard time bein' a good host, when I'd rather get ya up in my weyr and show ya a real welcomin'." Well, it's Jo. She's inclines her head on hearing that her dragon was fine, not questioning it further as she hooks a booted leg over the other and takes a casual lean, facing her. The arched eyebrow for the now-concealed note gets a pause, perhaps the convict rider considering what to say, and then answers the wordless question with a shrug and "Lookin' for some folks beyond the Weyr. Expensive." Pause. "So. How did ya like the party?" Taikrin's party. "Hope it didn' scare ya enough to go transferrin' right back to the desert. With the oogling and the meaningful gifts and all." Yep. She's calling all of those gifts meaningful. Vienne gives her a look in return, head canted forward, her smile tugged to one side -- it's simultaneously pleased and playfully scolding. "Flatterer." And as for the note, her straightens herself and holds up both hands, pale palm sticking out of her jacket cuffs. "Not prying. You were up here enjoying some peace and solitude when I can barging in to fight with leaves." And as such, she does not go for any of that leaning that Jo does, but lets her hands fall to her sides, fingers toying with the edges of wool. "I like it," she says of the party, her smile growing wide and effortless. "It made me feel like... I don't know. Like I've been locked in a sandy tower for too long. Like being surrounded by new colors." Her teeth pinch her lip for a moment. "That probably sounds kind of silly, doesn't it." "Confident," is Jo's counter to being a flatterer, brows lifting and falling with the sort of confidence that a bronzerider would have when he thinks he's about to get laid - not for some female bluerider cased in black riding leather. "And I do have a nice weyr. Ya should want to see it. No one's ever been disappointed." Vienne's next on not prying gets a pretty breezy smile and turns to the topic of the wild party. She shakes her head in amusement with the answer, the convict rider drawling out, "Well, I'll give Taikrin this much. That chick knows how throw down, don't she? Half our wing didn' even show up at drills, and Tac had to blare up in my head to get me up this morning. And shit, the after-party!" Vienne's last gets brows to come together briefly as she gives that thought, and then says, "Huh. Nah, it's not silly. I think my wing would appreciate the sentiment, even. Ya didn't have parties like that back in Igen? Why did'ja transfer, anyway?" Because she's all about the questions sometimes. A female bluerider can't swag with the best of the bronzers? Vienne might disagree, or at least, she offers, "It's working for ya," with a cheeky little wink, all of it somewhat comical coming from such a little doll of a woman. But after that her eyebrows reach up, "There was an after party?!" Is she shocked that a party could get more wild? Is she sad she missed out? Who knows, but it's certainly caught her interest. "What in the world was the after party like?" She shakes her head with a bewildered blink. And, well, then it turns back to Igen, which steals some of her excitement. "I mean, there might have been? But I didn't really..." Know about it? "It wasn't like here. It wasn't so... open, free about it. I think people were more interested in appearing like proper, honorable, upstanding dragonriders, no matter how they actually behaved. The transfer... it's kind of a long story." Her mouth pinches to one side. "Ahhhahaha!" Jo seems pleased by Vienne's answer, having never passed up a chance to flirt and talk herself up big. There's a wolfish grin from the convict rider for that cheeky little wink and those words, seeming to approve of the sauciness coming from the other bluerider with her. "I know. It's because I'm irresistible." And then, the after-party. Hand slaps to her own chest as if the breath was kicked out of her, "Ho, there was," she says with that knowing crooked smile. "Ya know, the bet. Taikrin and her girl beat me out by a couple more girls, but, I didn't really mind. I mean, it was heavily skewed, what with that strap-on Bones gave her. Most those greenriders were practically pantin' for a hard ride, ya know?" Pointed look. "So, I lost, but it was all good fun. I'm so out of it still..." When talk turns to Igen, the bluerider is rapt in gauging Vienne's expressions. Upon hearing what that Weyr was like, "Shit, not my kind of place, either," she admits wryly. "Long ago, it would have been, but...Not anymore." Interest pricks at the scent of a story, her arms coming to a fold as her chin drops and she says, "I'm interested, if yer willin'." To talk, that is. Leave it to Jo to make it sound like something else. Her eyes start to get bigger, not necessarily all the way to appalled innocence but at least to the width of surprise. And her mouth falls open, which does rather add to the look of shock. "You were, like, all together? You and Taikrin and... and how many girls?" By the time Jo gets to 'hard ride', Vienne is rendered shyly speechless and her hand has come up to hide her mouth behind her knuckles. She can't even come up with a good follow up question, no matter how curious she is about these wild logistics. She clears her throat, "I have a feeling my stories aren't as interesting as yours. They weren't happy with me. I wasn't happy with them. A lot of it is complicated and stupid and... probably doesn't cast me in the best light." So instead it's easier to twist the topic back to teasing. "Or were you not talking about my past," she wonders with a sly arch of one eyebrow. Because it does sound like something else when Jo says it. And it might somehow be less embarrassing. Ahh, logistics. Jo's giving over a secret 'wouldn't-YOU-like-to-know' smile, and in her typical way, "Got ya all hot and bothered, did it?" She's openly teasing her now. And yeah, maybe that response is for the fact that Vienne doesn't respond to hard riding, either. Some of that rakish teasing lets off on the matter of stories being told - and of being cast in certain lights, some her wolfish smile slipping even it hitches up at the very last. "Little temptress," is her words for that last, that look full of promised pleasures, but she returns to something previously said as she looks the woman over with interest. "Well," she drawls out after a moment's pause, "I'm not exactly one to speak about reputations with, what with mine and all. What did ya do?" Her interest is even more piqued. Hot and bothered? Vienne gives her another look, another one that's shy and scolding. Maybe it's all fine and well as long as the lewd conversation is about someone else. Or maybe she's just playing the coy role. Either way, the wolfish smile does have her eyes casting down as she grins and tries to address some more of this Igen business. "I don't know how much I can say, really," she admits with some honesty. "That's kind of how all the trouble started in the first place. They weren't happy with some things I said and who I said them to." However, she's quick to add, "It's not like I was sharing Weyr secrets or something. I mean, I was hardly someone who was told what the Weyr secrets were." But perhaps that explanation of what she didn't do might hint at whatever it was that did happen. "Besides," she adds, letting her smile slip back on, letting her weight shift to one leg so she can twist a little on it, definitely coy now, if teasingly so. "I think you like your reputation just the way it is." Jo must like scolding looks, for she merely flips a smile right back at Vienne for it. It obvious that the convict rider enjoys making certain people uncomfortable. When Vienne explains the Igen business in a roundabout way, the tall woman considers what's said - and not said - in silence. "So they didn' think ya trustworthy?" she asks, it giving her a picture of what could have possibly gone down to bring forth a transfer. "Must have been some secret." She gives that some more thought, and then abandons it to ask, "Ya were born there?" And of course, the last gets a bearing of her teeth as her dark eyes take in every single shift and movement the slight woman makes - hawkish, even - and a rather humorous, "It does afford me certain benefits," to note. "Not too much lately, with I'kris and all." Her smile slips a little at that before she adds a stark dry, "Some reps and rumors are looked at more closely after the death of a Weyrwoman." Vienne takes a deep breath for the distilled version of it that Jo lays out. "Pretty much." Not trustworthy. "I probably could have stayed but..." She twists her mouth to one side. There was enough impetus to transfer, so staying must not have looked like the better option. As for the weight of the secret, she just rolls her eyes. "I was a harper actually." And that might explain why the whole fiasco weighs as heavily as it does. Aren't harpers supposed to be smooth with secrets? And so when Jo continues on to mention some of High Reaches' more sensitive topics, the little former-harper is slow to react with more than a tight press of her lips. But it does come. "Were you..." she starts softly, hesitantly. "Involved with all of that? I've only ever heard the broad strokes of what happened. And, well, it's hard to know what's really true." She has a sympathetic frown for this topic. An easier question for everyone might be: "How long has it been?" She could likely hazard a guess of when the news first reached her, but a local probably knows. Jo listens, perhaps going too quiet when things are getting confirmed and the other bluerider admits to having been a harper. Brows lift a slight fraction at that one, and there's just that briefest flicker of something in her dark gaze - wariness? - but it's probably too quick to discern. It's all so brief that it could be easily missed. The lopsided grin that comes forth probably hides it well, for the convict rider states in response, "Well, supplyin' out secrets does tend to get one into some serious trouble," she notes far too casually, it being more of a muse than anything else. "But it looks like ya learned yer lesson, I hope." And if Vienne ever does come across the rumors out there about this bluerider, perhaps those words given seem to be of some sort of relevance. And then, there's I'kris, and at the question she immediately lifts a hand as if to stall it. "I wasn' even in the Weyr at the time," she tells her, shaking her head once. She even supplies to her how long it's been since Iolene's death, which isn't all that long, and adds in, "Still got everybody on edge around here, so I suppose, that could be why we party pretty hard, too. Folks need to let off some steam, one way or another." Her teeth pinch her lip again. "There weren't any secrets. It really wasn't.. It wasn't as bad as it sounds." And the possibility of how it sounds, or maybe just because the other bluerider does look wary for a second there, has Vienne concerned enough to furrow her brow. "You see? It really makes me sound like I've done something..." Awful? She doesn't actually go so far as to say something like that, not when topics of murder are also on the table. However, there is some relief when Jo assures her she was not involved in the tragedy. "It must be hard," she agrees, something mild around the edges of her statement. And it's about there that a sharp shiver takes her, wriggling down from her shoulders. "It's chilly up here," she remarks, letting her gaze drift away from Jo and back out toward the view. And her teeth are worrying at her lip again. When Vienne speaks, her worry of how she may look laid bare to the convict rider. Brows furrowing a bit, "Sometimes that don' even matter, darlin'," Jo answers her, but she kicks off from her lean to straighten up and give a arching stretch, hands coming down to sides before she sends the slight woman a gentle smile that's hopefully seen as comforting. Along with, "Hey, it's cool," in addition, her voice low and warm. "It just means I've gotta hide all the kinky shit I've got up in my weyr, when ya come to see me." She at least tries to say it with a straight face, couching reassurances in innuendo. She snorts softly on the topic of I'kris, looking about them as she remarks, "From my experience? It's life." Eyes suddenly dart towards her blue, the dragon seeming to come alert before she blinks and turns back in time to catch that shiver and accompanying comment with it. It's too wry that she asks, "Ya ain't tired of me hittin' on ya yet?" Because surely, there was going to be some sort of racy comment dealing with chilliness. She slaps her hands on her thighs before she says, albeit reluctantly, "Guess my time's up. No rest for the dashingly wicked." She'll make that sound dashing, too, though there's just that tiny bit of weariness in her tone as she fastens up her riding jacket in preparation. Vienne does appreciate the compassion, the comforting attempts, and she's grateful when the conversation turns flirtatious again, quick to smile, quick to laugh. "I don't know how kinky your shit is," she quips impishly, not bothering to soften the language. "After all, it did seem like Taikrin's gift gave her an edge you don't have." If she tired of being hit on? She doesn't seem to be running away in exasperation. And as both dragon and rider start to rouse themselves, Vienne steps back to give them space. "Do you have time drop me home?" she wonders, brows lifted hopefully. She's cold and it's a long walk back. "It's pretty kinky," Jo counters, her tone teasingly grave. She snorts on Taikrin, seeming to find the comment of humor before she says, "And she's goin' to lord it over us in the months to come. Watch." Tacuseth's offering his foreleg once she's ready, and when Vienne asks for a lift, she at least have the grace to NOT turn the request into some sort of innuendo or worse. She jerks her chin towards her waiting dragon, answering easily enough with one of her crooked smiles, "Hop on. They can wait a minute or two." And when she does, Tacuseth's quick into the air, winging up the bowl to find Oswinth's ledge - and then, dropping Between moments later. |
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Brieli (Brieli) left a comment on Tue, 22 Jan 2013 06:00:44 GMT.
< BFFs!
We've got an awesome crew of riders here, really. Stellar, goldriders on down. ;)
Barnabas (Barnabas) left a comment on Tue, 22 Jan 2013 16:57:30 GMT.
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Cute scene! Vienne's awkward peanut butter got all in Jo's bad girl chocolate!
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