Logs:It's a Small Weyr
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| RL Date: 20 March, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Barnabas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones is looking for a place to practice some old moves, and finds a partner in Jo. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Mave/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
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| Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr The far side of the lake gets much less foot traffic - there's less grass, due to the poorer soil, and the bed of the lake is muddy and not at all as nice to walk in. But a small stand of four willow trees with long branches hanging low and swinging in the breeze provides some relief from the sun during the heat of the day. A pair of small curved benches sit underneath the trees. The ground rises up sharply towards the northwest end of the lakeside, and the waterfall that feeds the lake thunders downwards there, foaming the water and creating a fine mist in the air that distorts the light. It's a decent, but foggy night, making the view hard to see from this vantage point of the ledge. Tacuseth and his black leathered rider is here, looking like they had just arrived from somewhere else since Jo is in the process of slipping gloves from her fingers and pulling those eye goggles up from her eyes. The nicked and scratch dragon is keeping watching with a little bronze firelizard settling on top of his head, equally looking into the fog as if they could see where a human couldn't. Tacuseth turns his head at the sudden, man-sized bump into his blue flank, then dragon sending an eye over his way. He can see you... The sudden movement does disrupt poor Mime, having the firelizard shriek and flutter off to likely land somewhere that the fog conceals from view. The commotion is what brings Jo to attention, having paused in taking off her helmet before the familiar gruff voice reaches her ear before he himself does. "That's Mime," she says on the firelizard, perhaps thinking the dragon doesn't much introduction as she drops her helmet to the bench and shucks her gloves and her goggles into them before turning. "Such a damn, foggy night," she drawls her greeting, her chuckle warm and inviting as she approaches him and slides hands up his chest. "Hey," she says back now that she's within close proximity, her hair flying a little wild from the helmet as fingers claw into his clothes. "What ya doin' out here in this night?" Bones rounds the edge of dragon flank and makes his steps towards Jo, met halfway by a pair of needy hands at his chest. She's met with a somewhat lecherous grin, and a half step that has his front pressing into hers. "Y'sure know how to make a fella feel welcome, donctha?" He lazily wraps his arms around her waist, hooking his wrists behind her tailbone. "I was lookin' for a place that nobody'd be. Figures that's exactly the kinda spot you'd be lookin' for too." He ducks down, and steals a brief but wet little kiss from her lips. "Don' I always?" Jo asks that with a small lift of her chin to making Bones feel welcome. "I at least left ya in one piece, that last time. Be thankful and welcomed in that." But then, he expected her aggressive nature. It's not something she's ever hidden. She settles against his arms about her waist, taking in his reason for being here with quiet laughter. "I seem attracted to places less traveled," seems to be her excuse, meeting that kiss and returning it before it's broken. "I just got back in," she says now, head tilting a little to meet his gaze. "Yer gonna have to share this place, then. Since we think with like-minds." That almost sounds naughty. It probably does sound naughty, knowing her. Bones unhooks his wrists from around her, and takes a playful squeeze of her hips through her leathers before parting and walking over towards Tacuseth. "Left me in one piece?" Her dragon is met with an outstretched hand, the big man just stroking at one his legs. "You mean you were going easy on me? Ha!" He's speaking up at Tacuseth, even though the words are meant for his rider. "And actually, I met a little lady who's fixin' on learnin' the finer art of fist fighting. Wanted to find a remote spot with plenty'a space. I'm uhh, outta practice, let's say." Those fingers dig briefly into Bones' clothing, likely to remind the man when he squeezes her hips and lets her go. Jo releases him from her claws and settles hands to her hips as he watches him with her dragon; and meanwhile, Tacuseth is giving the gardener a long enough study now, especially his hand reaching for him. Snorting, "He remembers ya bein' the furry one in the fog," she says suddenly, sending the blue a look, though the memory is a true one. "And, I was hardly goin' easy on ya, darlin'. I was just makin' sure I didn' break anythin', hip or otherwise. Don' wanna put ya in the infirmary due to over-exertion." Teeth flash with her cavalier words, and when he brings up his reason for being there, there's a wry, "Ya don' say? Must be a small Weyr cuz I'm settin' up some lessons on how to fight dirty with a little lady myself. Thought ya put those days all behind ya." Patting lightly at Tacuseth's side, he parts with the beast and turns back to Jo, addressing her continued flirtation with a grin. "Next time, you better damn well try and break my hips, and I'll return the favor." There's a bit of a grunge to his tone, a touch of dissapointment in her at underestimating him, but he drops it as his next favorite topic comes to light. Fighting. "Y'didn't happen to focus on teaching her the finer arts of the jab, didja?" With Tacuseth's wings fluttering just a little, "Ya make it so easy to rile ya, doncha, darlin'?" Jo's voice is soothing, almost a purr as she steps towards Bones. "I'll keep that particular in mind." Pause. "And I'll make sure yer into the infirmary, first thing afterwards," she adds, a touch wry. "As for me, I'm unbreakable, baby." And she's cocky, too, but the convict rider loves a challenge. On the topic of fighting, there's a little shrug as she then steps towards her blue, answering with a brief, "Maybe. If it's the same one we're talkin' about. If it's the same one that took my lesson and swung a few times on me after my generosity. And scuffed my leathers." Brow lifting now as she turns to face Bones, "Is it Mave?" she asks now, deadpan, and the amused look on her face suggests she can already guess the answer. Now there's laughter from the gardener, her boasting entertaining as well as enticing. "Hahaha, unbreakable are we? Alright then, challenge accepted, freak." He heads out towards slightly more open space, a good distance from Jo and Tacuseth both, and pinches the fabric of his pants at the top of both thighs. The material is tugged up in one quick little motion so that he can widen his stance and bring his fists up to his chin, aiming himself towards nothing in particular as he throws a few jabs of his own. He's quick for his size, but the sheer weight of him is evident in the motion, slowing him down. After the first few experimental punches, he gives a small sigh and turns to Jo. An admission of his rust. "Yup, that's the one. I ain't seen you fight but uhh, somehow I figured by just the ay she was throwin' that you might have had a hand in her technique." "Better stake out a cot," Jo quips on challenges, not one to quit while she's ahead. "It's good to be responsible that way." With laughter, she tracks him with her gaze, watching Bones as he gets into position of his stance and throw a couple of jabs. Arms come to a fold across her chest and passes a briefly sardonic glance towards her blue before she drawls out, "What ya tryin' to say, Bones? That I throw like a girl?" and she moves away from her dragon and drops her arms, her stance more like something in a fighting ring than anything proper before she executes a few sharp jabs herself. She straightens up and cracks her knuckles before she says, "Yeah. She wanted to learn, though, she came at me pretty surly when I last saw her. Showed her the jab and how to properly throw one, but she was far more interested in stickin' it to me than learnin' it proper. Took wearin' her down to get her to fess up on what I'd done to displease her." There's a flicker of a shadow in her gaze, along with that brief frown before she shoots a glance his way. "So yer teachin' her, too, eh?" "Nah, I'm saying you throw like a Jo." It's his turn to cross his own arms as he watches Jo throw, and immediately points out her rear leg. "Ha! See, right there. You put your rear leg further back to put more power into your jab." He claps his hands once, and then points that finger back to her face. "That's just like you. You won't even half-ass somethin' that by design is supposed to be half-assed." He repositions himself in a proper boxing stance, and then throws a series of jabs while moving circles around an imaginary opponent. "And yeah, I'm teachin' her. I was thinkin..." he speaks between strikes. "Girl the size of Mave... ought to focus more on quickness." Something that Bones clearly doesn't have too much of himself, judging by his motions. Still, it's clear he understands the principles. "I'm in the ring every so often," Jo admits to what some of her time outside the Weyr is spent when Bones point out her rear leg. "If it's not fuckin', it's good to blow off some steam after a day." She and Tacuseth watch him then as he positions himself and moves around, a light in her dark eyes as it's evident this is something that is of interest to the bluerider. When he speaks about Mave, there's a firm nod to that in open agreement. "Make sense," she puts in words, walking around so she can see him move at different angles. Eyes take in his stance, his footwork. "She stays small the way she is, she could pull it off. I'm quick, but not that. Focus more on the power. She curses like she's one of yer sailors, ya know." Of course he does, and she doesn't even look all that surprised that he and Mave know each other. There's some nodding to Jo as they discuss the finer points of fighting. "Really? You fight on the regular?" He scratches at his cheek as he stares blankly at her, clearly pondering something to ask. "Do you need some kinda... membership, or password or something?" He's interested, but not so hypnotized by the idea of getting back into combat that he doesn't recall a part of conversation that at the time he forgot to bring up. It surfaces now. "And what'd you do to get Mave so worked up? She's fiesty, but don't seem the angry type." "Doubt it," Jo answers on passwords, though there's some uncertainty flickering through her gaze. "Depends on the place. Used to do it a whole lot more then than I do now, though. Tryin' to find ways to keep a bit more around the Weyr, so folks like you don' forget what I look like." She adds that bit in a tease, but the talk of Mave and what happens dampens that smile a bit to something tart. "Well, ahh," she starts off, running a hand through her hair as she looks away into the fog. "She was pretty pissed I stood beside the Weyrwoman at the hatchin' party. Aishani. Guess she was defendin' their honors," and she doesn't look to be specifying, and she glances at Bones now. "I mean, we're golden now. After we talked about it. Girl's a bit scared is all. 'Bout what all that could mean." "Ahhh, Brieli eh?" He speaks the name with a smirk, gearing up for a few more practice jabs, but pausing before he delivers them. The smirk drops, and he corrects. "Err, Aishani. Whatever." This time, he keeps his legs a little wider out as he throws his jabs, trying out Jo's style. "I can understand. I hate that chick too." There's no anger in his tone, and in fact he's smiling as he experiments with some ducking and weaving, rotating around on his hips. "But I ain't holdin' nobody's associates against 'em." He stands back up to his full height, and stretches his arms up above his head, rolling his shoulders a few times to stretch them out. "You wanna spar a bit, unbreakable?" Snorting, "I would hope not," Jo counters, on Bones holding associations against them, especially since she seems not to be changing hers. "I'm not even goin' to ask why ya do. Likely has somethin' to do with yer roomie, hm?" There's easiness from her, either way, with the both of them batting for each Weyrwoman. Then he asks what he does and she's laughing, shaking her head to him as she remarks, "Fine, but yer washin' my back in the bathin' caverns afterwards. I should make ya wash my clothes, too." She approaches him then until she's facing him, wiry compared to broad muscular, exuding an air of confidence like she really believed she was every inch of unbreakable that she boasts. "Yup, it's mostly about my girl Zee" He admits as he lifts up his fists to a fighting stance, already pawing slowly out towards Jo's face. Easy to dodge for anyone with experience. "But it ain't all about her." His smile drops as he actually tries to focus on his movement. A pair of slow hooks with his left are aimed for her head and body. "Oh man I suck." The punches have proper form to them, but it's clear he's having to actively remember the motions as opposed to taking to them naturally. Jo has her stance up the moment Bones advances on her, her eyes alert along with every inch of her body for any surprise moves. "I imagine she's still not takin' the news well, then?" she asks after Azaylia as she ducks back from the first shot-out. "And if it ain', then what?" Those slow hooks she dodges, slapping an arm out to block them each time. Those aimed for her head, she moves back, then she aims a hit towards his left shoulder that is meant to be blocked. If not, it might hurt like a bitch. Might. Bones' blocking isn't up to snuff, and the strike to his shoulder lands flush. It sends him back a pace and a half, but his face doesn't flinch. "Damn, that's a bruise in the morning." An admission of damage caused as he taps his knuckles together in front of him and steps forward again. "Maybe I should tell Mave that I won most my fights when the other dude tired himself out on my face eh? Hehe." He scoots in, trying to tangle with her up close, and possibly land a few short little hits to her leathered midsection. "Let's not ruin a perfectly good fist fight talkin' politics eh?" Whether the punches land or not, he aims to take a few steps back and create space once more, so that he can pause his focus long enough to smile at Jo. "Move to my left. I can't hit anything movin' to my left." It's not because he's afraid of damaging her. He's aiming to improve himself. The hit connects and Jo huffs out a wry, "I've got somethin' to numb it up in my weyr." All hits can be healed according to her. Those short little hits do land to her hard midsection with her twisting this way and that to lessen the blow before she's aiming one for his own midsection as she tries to move to his unguarded sides. "Fair enough," she answers on politics, tossing out a few easy-to-block hits before she tries to knock on his right shoulder this time. It's a bait-and-switch move, though the convict rider doesn't look to be trying to win. Not too much. She dances to his left when he asks, though she quips, "About to pull a move on me that'll have me in bed for days, Bones?" Because she looks ready. Of course, Tacuseth and a hidden bronze firelizard is looking on through all of this. "Don't worry about hurtin' me." He says in a low, gruff voice. It's almost prophetic, as his defense is lax. The shots to his midsection land, but again he gives no sign that they have any effect. He's already admitted that that's no indication as to whether or not they actually do damage. Her other strikes, the easy to block ones, have her knuckles smacking into the meat of his heavy arms as he rolls just barely out of the way. The shoulder strike lands true though, and he backs up another pace again at the impact. "If I wanted you in bed for days, I'd just ask." There's a grin at that one. "Hit me harder. I don't got the fire yet." Whatever 'the fire' is, is left vague, but he's earnest in his request. "I ain't lettin' you leave till I've seen all you got, little girl." "Promises, promises," Jo quips right back on beds and their timeframes, but Bones wants it harder, and so it seems the shoulder hits were only warning shots. "'M'serious about ya washin' my back afterwards," she warns. "And ya call me 'little' again, I'll make sure ya ain' leavin' till ya feelin' the flames of the south, darlin'." That's all she gives until play-shots were over from her, her hits sharper and quicker than before while trying to anticipate his moves. They'll probably go back and forth like this all night, with her throwing out just a few more to his, before they both finally retire to the bathing caverns with further, engaging discussions on fighting techniques. |
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Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 22 Mar 2013 00:03:46 GMT.
< I can see some sparring coming up in the future for Jo and Alida. She dislikes getting out of the habit. ;)
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 22 Mar 2013 01:11:26 GMT.
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I love how easy it is for Jo and Bones to get along. They speak the same two languages: fightin' and fuckin'. Not even having friends on opposite 'sides' can stop them. It's kind of awesome. xD
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