Logs:Get Off My Ledge
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| RL Date: 23 March, 2009 |
| Who: Vrianth, Wyaeth, Nikoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 14, Month 4, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| To Vrianth, Wyaeth projects, « Stay off my ledge. » To Wyaeth, Vrianth gives him a raspy, rattly sound right back. She's on it. And stay out. (Wyaeth to Vrianth) To Wyaeth, Vrianth stays on it. Here's a study in contrasts. N'thei is this big, see how big he is? Leova is this small. Do we see the difference? What's more, « Ain't got nothin' to lose. Pack. » (Wyaeth to Vrianth) « Mine. » Her ledge, her trees, her weyr. /Hers/. (Her rider, too. However small.) (Vrianth to Wyaeth) To Vrianth, Wyaeth projects, « D'you know what happens to people when they don't do what they're told? » Intransigent Vrianth. « Stay away. » That would be, her telling him. (Vrianth to Wyaeth) To Vrianth, Wyaeth projects, « I'd like to see you make us. » Which sparks electricity back, and not the pleasant kind. (Vrianth to Wyaeth) To Vrianth, Wyaeth projects, « We're comin' home, honey, tell me you think it's worth fightin' him over this. » /Silence./ (Vrianth to Wyaeth) There'll come a reckoning. (Wyaeth to Vrianth) /Absence./ And not the gone-from-ledge kind. (Vrianth to Wyaeth) To Nikoth, Wyaeth projects, « Your concern is touching. » To Wyaeth, Nikoth projects, « Are you being sarcastic? » To Nikoth, Wyaeth projects, « Still not so bright, huh. » To Wyaeth, Nikoth projects, « I am not the sun. » To Nikoth, Wyaeth projects, « It'd be a dark damn world if you were. --Wanna do a favor? » To Wyaeth, Nikoth projects, « Like you'd project beams so well! And not really. But under the circumstances... What do you need? » To Nikoth, Wyaeth, fraternal love~ « Tell Vrianth that ledge don't belong to her. Tell her to get off it and take her rider with her. » To Vrianth and Wyaeth, Nikoth explodes suddenly into Vrianth's mind. « Get off that ledge immediately! Take your no good rider with you, right now! Don't make me come up there! » To Nikoth, Wyaeth projects, « I'm embarrassed to know you sometimes. » To Wyaeth, Nikoth seems proud of himself, regardless. To Vrianth and Nikoth, Wyaeth, the innocent whistle in the background. To Nikoth and Wyaeth, Vrianth, for /him/... adopts a different tone entirely: « Yes, /do/ come up here. Nikoth. And take that rider of yours with you. Maybe we can explode a little more. » Owait. That mood was so twelve hours ago. To Wyaeth and Vrianth, Nikoth projects, « Don't test me, I'll come up there and show you. That's not your weyr. » But then there seems to be some hesitance. Some image is lingering around the peripherals of his resolve, pulling him back from going to Vrianth's ledge and hasseling her. Secath. « So... leave or something. » » To Nikoth, Vrianth, and Secath, Wyaeth projects, « Oh, you stay outta this! » No audible reply, just a zing of not-unpleasant electricity: why /wouldn't/ Vrianth want a big-assed bronze weyrstopper blocking her entrance so Wyaeth couldn't get in, anyway? (Vrianth to Wyaeth and Nikoth) |
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