Logs:Of Similar Minds
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| RL Date: 28 January, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo seeks a weyrwoman out about a hunch. Brieli gains a nefarious ally. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 12, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
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| It's just reaching the end of the afternoon and towards the beginning of the evening, dark falling over the snowy Weyr. It makes the nighthearth relatively quiet, given most people are passing on to dinner or in finishing up their work at the end of the day. But something has left Brieli mostly idle at this time of day, with her red coat hung on the wall, only a few hides to occupy her as she sits by the fire. They don't have much of her attention, nor does her mug - she looks into the fire thoughtfully, dark eyes serious. Jo's normally not around the Weyr at this hour, but, these days those that would notice would see that she's been keeping strange hours of late - as in, actually being seen around the Weyr more as opposed to not. Her black leather jacket hangs open as she enters the nighthearth, pulling black gloves off her hands as she takes in the number of those present in the place. Dark eyes land on the weyrwoman the further in she goes, taking in the younger woman's body language and the way that she sits by the fire. She pauses for only a few moments as she studies her, then seems to decide to move forward and drags over a chair to settle beside her by the fire. "If only the flames could divine the answers sought," is her quiet greeting, her steady gaze on Brieli as she leans back, pulls forth a shiny redfruit along with a knife, and starts the cut off a small slice of it in a gesture of normalcy - for her. As she enters, Brieli's gaze flickers Jo's way briefly; not so much that it's immediately obvious she's noticed the bluerider pulling off her gloves but it might be enough, if one is paying attention. As the decision is made and chair pulled over, quick fingers might fold up the hides in hand, but her expression doesn't change much until she has a companion at the hearth, and even then it takes a moment for her to glance over sidelong, lift her mug in her own greeting. After a sip, "Some people think they can see things in the fires. The future. I don't know if I've ever bought that, but something about it helps me think." Tone turning wry, "There's a lot to think about. How are you?" Jo eyes those hides with just the barest of brows lifted, and the convict rider slides the cut piece of the redfruit laying on her knife into her mouth. With an audible crunch, "I hear that," she drawls, continuing to regard the weyrwoman with barely concealed interest. "Don' think my future will be told there. Or troubles. They the fool that think so." She pauses, letting the silence linger between them before she answers her question with, "Tired. Conflicted." Beat. "You?" It's careful, her words. Cupping her mug with both hands, Brieli lifts her fine brows right back at Jo over it, then offers a faint smile. "Nothing all that important. A habit. A good one, yes? Maybe not for others, but for you." There's an emphasis there, but she doesn't linger on the subject. Taking a drink, looking back to the fire, "Maybe they're overtired when they see things. Or drunk." Her smirk says that seems more likely. Silence is fine with her, and the bluerider's answer is taken with a nod. "I think that might fit for much of the Weyr. Tired and conflicted. I'm concerned. Trying to stay a step ahead." Which might be which she sounds likewise weary. "Might I ask you something?" There's a low chuckle to those initial words, and Jo seems to concede on that point. "Sometimes I hear my father's voice, when I'm drunk." It's said deadpan, the woman passing her blade back into the redfruit with idle ease. She inclines her head to the comment of the Weyr at large feeling as she does, her gaze moreso on the glint of her blade and the flames that illuminate off them than anywhere else. She only looks sidelong when Brieli admits her concern, her regard once more distinctly intense. Lips parts as if to question or ask, but Brieli beats her to it. It's natural that there's a slight wariness from the bluerider for the question, but she grunts her consent all the same with a firm nod. She takes in that weariness, gauging what it could be with slight narrow eyes. "If I can answer it." "I don't remember my father's voice." It's said flatly, as Brieli stares into the fire, with an edge of determination. It takes a long few moments, fingers tightened around her mug before she can say, "This isn't the question, but did yours pass?" Her father, presumably. She turns to look at Jo, curious; she takes in the intense look about her, the wariness that's not uncommon to the goldrider either. "The question is-- do you not mind people being aware of your... business dealings? I suppose there's a certain amount of... mm, promotion to be done? But I wonder..." She trails off. Maybe it's one of her concerns. Maybe she's just interested. "Is that right," Jo counters on fathers. Eyes flick down towards those tightening fingers on Brieli's mug, then back up to the woman's face. To that question, presumably on fathers, there's brief silence before, "No." Pause. "I don' think. I wouldn' know, since I haven' been back in several turns. Ya didn' know yers? Yers passed?" Now the knife moves, glinting off the firelight as it slices into the redfruit. When Brieli gives the actual question, the convict rider's throwing a long look her way. "Depends on what ya mean by business," she answers, perhaps asking for more clarification. "And promotions." With a nod, "I knew my parents but they're both long gone." Brieli considers Jo for a time before noting, again in that careful tone, "You never know when there might not be any more chances to go back." It's given lightly enough to be ignored, but it's almost like she has a duty to say it; like she'd feel wrong letting it go. Sipping from her mug, she says after, "I get the sense that your activities... might be the type that some might have issues with." Not her though! "I'd like to make sure that doesn't get around too much. Because I think someone with connections, someone that has reason to be out of the Weyr already might be useful." A pause, then a flash of a smile. "For more than punching people." "Yer lucky, perhaps," Jo answers on parents, her tone slightly wry. "I never knew my mother. I think she's dead." She pauses on going back, the bluerider's jaw tightening as her eyes go back to the knife and the piece of redfruit hanging over it. "The girl I am now, he doesn' need to know," is given after a lengthy pause, her voice heavy. But then, there's the rest of that, and it draws her intense gaze back on the weyrwoman. She studies her closely now, detecting any warning signs, and perhaps it's forceful, but she's putting that redfruit piece into her mouth and crunching on it in her silence. There's a guardedness, a sense of trouble in the air from her and distrust, but- "Some," she echoes that, musing. "That's true." Another pause. "And how might someone....like me...be useful to someone like you?" She asks now, her interest piqued. And perhaps, since there's proverbial cards being placed on the table between them, she now states, "I get the sense that there's more to ya that it seems. More....different, but somethin' I can relate to. I'm not wrong, am I, Brieli." She sizes her up now, swallowing that piece. The goldrider won't push; there's some things that Brieli knows well enough that aren't areas to stomp around in, and one of those is family. All she does is nod, then evenly, "I understand that. I wonder sometimes, what my parents would think of me. If my father would be proud of what I've done. We didn't value all the same things as... here." It's not as if she seems entirely comfortable, but there's a certain sort of ease that she's managed for these conversations, practiced casualness. "Easier for a bluerider to visit Weyrs and make some friends than a goldrider. Easier to do so unnoticed. Easier to hear things. A resourceful young woman with connections might see if some of her friends know people that deal in information. For a start." Just suggestions. As for Jo's last, for being sized up, she considers, dark eyes meeting like in the other woman. "I trust very few people. I expect the worst. I know what it's like to not have things, things that you need to live, that other people take for granted. If you can relate to that, then yes. And you won't let that get around." She says it as if that's a done deal. Seeming to understand, "I was the only girl in a guard family," Jo relates with a briskness. "My father lived by his code, and my brothers did the same." She is not included in that statement. She focuses more on things that a bluerider could do, eyes tracing over her blade almost lovingly - with a fondness, even, that might be seen as unnatural. She doesn't answer to them when she meets Brieli's gaze from that, and when she answers her own lay of cards, the convict rider inclines her head briefly in acknowledgement. "Then we are of similar minds," she says as she briefly points her blade towards the weyrwoman, something seeming to have been confirmed between them. "I know what it's like to lose, as well. To have someone ya trust fuck ya over and take ya down. I take risks when necessary, if it justifies the result. Whatever that result may be." Chin lifting a fraction, "People I'm loyal to, I do whatever it takes," she says, low and steady, her meaning heavy. "Somethin' tells me ya understand that. I don' trust easy, either, with the life I've led. Before Tacuseth. Maybe after." Her gaze says it all: can she be trusted? Then, "If ya have need of me, my assistance will be yers. Whatever it is. So long as we understand each other's situations well." Quietly, "Ah." There's some wry humor in Brieli's smile for Jo, brief as it is. "My family... yes. When the boys were gone, it was as if life couldn't continue." If she finds the bluerider's fondness for her blade odd, she doesn't show it. Maybe she's her own. Maybe she knows other people a little too fond of knives. For losing, for being fucked over, she merely offers another faint smile, dark eyes bright. "I don't like to lose. And I know what it's like to have... scores that need to be settled. Yes. If that ever comes up, that is something I would not deny my help with." Revenge. "Before Iesaryth," she echoes, nodding. "As for trust, that's built, not given - but you likely agree, yes? It's a start. Just... don't talk too much, Jo. I do know how images must be maintained, but..." In other words, she understands the convict rider's interest in maintaining her badass rep. The smile is amused, crooked, Jo in relation to family life as brief as it was. Brieli brings up scores to be settled, and that is a topic she clearly knows all about by the gleam in her eyes. "I don' like to lose either," she readily agrees. And revenge.... There's the odd low laughter now to that, the bluerider shaking her head. "Scores. I know all about that." As to trust, Brieli gets that sidelong study before she inclines her head in wordless agreement. Yeah, she can agree to that. Her crooked smile returns to that last bit, on reputations to be maintained, and the she drawls with placed wryness, "Kept my head down for over seven turns in this place, darlin'. Kept my nose clean, too. At least, here. I'll continue to be a good girl. I won' inflate anythin' further than it is, never ya worry 'bout that. Ya just tell me when ya have need of me. Tac knows the deal." "We do what we must." Brieli says to Jo with the seriousness of duty; settling scores is business that is a stranger sort of honor. Amongst thieves. And some traders, gamblers, liars, schemers and the rest. Her mug is empty, so she'll push out of her chair into a slow stretch, nodding. "I'll take your word for it. And I appreciate the lack of... inflation." Dropping arms down to her sides heavily, mug still in hand, "There's enough of it. And if you're out on business and near one of the other Weyrs... perhaps not Fort, not Monaco? Do see if there's anything people might have to say after a drink or two. I'm good for the marks." Subsidized drinking, even! "I should go check on dinner." "Don' we indeed," Jo is quick to agree, her knife being mid-reversed to slide up her sleeve and out of view when Brieli stands. She gets to her feet as well, amusement still lingering on the cocky bluerider for the amount of inflated rumors out there about her - rumors that she hasn't necessarily confirmed nor deny. Just as well. Rubbing the shiny side of the redfruit against her jacket as she steps away, "I'll be sure to not be in those areas, ordering drinks on yer tab and lendin' out open ears." Beat. "Which speaking of. Enjoy yer dinner, weyrwoman." Pause. "Brieli." Pause. "Until next time." A pause, "Actually - I mean, really not Fort or Monaco. I'm at Fort often enough, and Monaco... I might look into that. Anywhere else, feel free." Brieli has a little flutter of fingers for that, like leaves on the breeze. Wherever the wind takes Jo and Tacuseth. "Stay safe and have a good night. And I hope you get to enjoy that island soon... someone else should." With a quirk of lips for that, the weyrwoman plucks her coat off the wall and heads off into the kitchens - even taking her dirty mug with her. Pause, then laughter that's more genuine for the mix-up as Jo says, "Thought ya were bein' clever with me there! Fine, fine. Still gettin' some drinks on yer tab though. It's what friends are for after all." To run up their tabs, apparently. She turns to head off, only pausing when the island is brought up and the convict rider looks over her shoulder at her. "Soon. Even the wicked needs some downtime, darlin'." There's more low laughter and then she's off, her heavy boots hitting the ground as she heads to her always waiting blue. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Tue, 29 Jan 2013 19:18:44 GMT.
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Mwahaha. Minion for Brieli. e.e I mean... new ally. M'yes.
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