Logs:Pictures for profit
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| RL Date: 22 April, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Tacuseth, K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo returns something scandalous that belongs to K'zin and suggests a business venture. They discuss many things. Jo succeeds in getting him to blush and fluster. |
| Where: Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm afternoon. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Mave/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, E'sren/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Played via google docs. |
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| Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr Wedged between the lake and the rest of the vast bowl are the dusty feeding grounds. Here, the well-trampled ground is contained by a sturdy wooden fence, cutting right through one end of the lake to section it off into a muddy watering hole for the animals. Several gates allow people in and out, while at the back, large overhangs of rock provide the herd -- a mixed bag of herdbeasts, wing-clipped wherries, and fat porcines -- shelter from storms or the hot sun. What grass survives is usually bloodstained, but feeding troughs are stationed around the edges of the pen. Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm afternoon. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. Day 26, month 6, turn 31.
« You are in luck, » Though the physical distance between two dragons conversing is not usually of importance, the words return with a sensation of nearness. It's only breaths later that K'zin and Rasavyth come into view, « We are watched. » The tenor voice states the fact as wings carry today's babysitter down to land some distance away. Close enough to keep watch on the baby doing his hunt, but not so close as to suggest the older dragon is going to be any kind of help to that effort. The sensation of hunger is shared with Tacuseth, but it is a strange thing, a constant companion for poor Rasavyth who struggles to hunt (as he's about to show). K'zin pauses to salute to Jo, "Rider Jo," He offers formally, since there's someone to care, though it's not likely him or her. He continues past her down to the gate to open it and let Rasavyth in. It's all done adroitly and K'zin doubles back towards the bluerider, "You called?" He queries as he draws up next to her, eyes fluttering over the rider, her bronze companion, the blue, and the book in turn. Does it look familiar? He squints. Hearing that they are watched, Tacuseth and Jo seem to look in the same direction as one as K'zin and his bronze come into view. Then as the blue launches into the sky and dives on his next meal with sharpness, Jo jerks a chin at the weyrling for his salute and remains dangling on the fence. "Just Jo," she states on formalities, shaking her head with one of her crooked smiles as she spies the babysitter. "What the fuck's the spy for?" she asks first before she goes into why he was called, closing the book and laying it on her lap. "Got in trouble for somethin' crazy?" "Crazy? No." K'zin's lips purse. "If only it were something exciting like that. No." He says again and then takes a deep breath before heaving a great siiiiigh. "I was talking to Mave about rules and she got me thinking, somehow," Apparently at this point exactly what was said and how it managed to get into his head so resolutely is a vague memory, "That by disobeying the rules I was disrespecting everyone I ever met. So I turned myself in. That and there was some stuff with Azaylia finding out and maybe she was going to turn me in, or maybe she wasn't and-- yeah." It sounds very convoluted in the least. "Anyway, I've got to have supervision until I can be trusted. And the dragon would be here anyway since Ras is still just learning to hunt. In case he gets hurt or something." His eyes return to the book. "Good book?" The query is innocuous enough. When K'zin starts explaining, Jo definitely looks dubious at best. Dark eyes fall on the babysitter in question, frowning before she drops, "And Mave brought ya to this conclusion." It's more rhetorical than anything, her jaw working as she mulls that over. "I dunno how disobeyin' rules is disrespectin' everyone, but that's me. A bit too philosophical for my likin'. Sometimes ya just wanna blow off some steam, that's all. I definitely wasn' thinkin' about anyone else whenever I bent a rule here and there. Anyway," and she looks up in time to catch Tacuseth sinking his teeth into his kill, making a bloody mess of it as the weyrling asks about the book. She blinks, then brings her gaze back to him, then the book as she says, "Oh. Yeah. This is yers. Thought I'd give it back to ya after I've looked through it a few times over." Straight to the point as she looks the book in question over. K'zin simply grunts to confirm that this is Mave's fault. Somehow. "Well, you've met her." It's not a question. "Have you listened to her talk?" He shakes his head, "Sometimes I think she's mixed up in some kind of magic, the way she talks and ends up so confusing that you think you're following her, and then it turns out you're thinking entirely different than you thought before, but you feel good and mature about it anyway." The bronzer shakes his head. "Although Rasavyth brought up some valid points about following the rules now. He says that if you set up the expectation to be one who follows the rules, which I'd had pretty well going for me before this, that when you really want to or need to get away with something, no one blinks twice about it. Kinda the way I was getting away with it until I opened my mouth to Zay." He frowns a little, head turning to watch as Rasavyth misses yet another lunge. Looking back just in time to have Jo tell him the book that looked familiar is familiar. He freezes. When did Jo start looking like Tacuseth's bloody maw and K'zin so much like one of those terrified herdbeasts. After a moment of shocked silence, he manages, "Where--? How--?" The rest of those sentences are lost. "I've met her," Jo agrees to that, opening the sketchbook once more, "but somethin' tells me she's been tryin' to keep on her best behavior around me. Save for some quick opinions here and there, we've managed to skip any conversations that leads me to think differently." She glances over towards Rasavyth then, trying to catch his meal with amused interest as she states, "He has a point, yer bronze. Stay good through weyrlinghood and ya can do no wrong in a wing." Gaze shifts towards K'zin now, catching the shocked look on his face when he recognizes the book to be his. She flips a page ever so casually as she answers his last with a blithe, "Oh I wouldn' worry 'bout all that. Just that I have it," and there's a cheeky grin for him as she gestures for him to join her on the fence with one hand. "Ya never told me ya can draw. I'm assumin' these are all drawn by ya, right?" Dark eyes meet his. Yes, she intends to keep him in the hot seat. K'zin would probably like to say more about Mave, about Rasavyth, about-- well, anything other than the book and the look on Jo's face that has his complete attention. He'd probably really like to. But he can't. That she has the book, that someone else besides N'ky and Mave even know of the existence of the book, it's mind-boggling. After a few more moments of dumb staring, he takes in a deep breath, letting it all the way out before saying in a cool, controlled baritone: "You never asked." It might be noted that Rasavyth's attention has shifted from the herdbeast to his lifemate, probably helping bleed off the panic. Once K'zin seems to regain himself, the bronze is back to the business at hand. "They're mine." He peers down at pages she's flipping, crouching down to get a better look. "Though, those ones are a couple turns old." He has a vague sort of smile as he looks at the drawings, identified easily as nostalgia. "I've gotten better since." He puzzles then. "So one of my many sketch books managed to walk out of my press and find it's way to you. Must've been drawn to you, sad that you weren't in it." He presses gently for more information about how she came to have the book. "Going to turn me in?" "Guess I'm askin' now," Jo counters on now asking, glancing up at him as she turns another page. She's definitely not looking at the smith sketches, that's for sure! When he crouches down, she shifts the book towards him to see. Naked sketches. She looks highly amused and entertained. "So, ya've gotten better since?" she echoes his words with a little smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Ya mean, there's sketches out there where the women don' have weird lookin' boobs? Have ya seen a fair share of boobs since these sketches? Or have ya fucked since, is more the question." If he's not red in the face by her crassness... but she doesn't seem to think anything she's said is wrong or inappropriate. She looks genuinely curious since she adds, "I mean. Ya got potential, I can see that much, here. Like to see the later sketches. And like I said, don' worry about how this got me. It got to me. Yer ain' nowhere near ready to look at my tits, much less drawn'em. If any man's gonna sketch me, I'd rather it be fuckin' accurate." Dropping her chin and giving K'zin a look now, "Do I look like someone that would turn ya in?" she chooses to answer his question with a question. "So you are." K'zin's sigh flutters, as though he's now resigned to the course this conversation is taking. Being resigned, however, doesn't stop his cheeks from flooding crimson. "Yes. And no. Seen more boobs in the bathes, but..." He trails off, "Never seen them up close." That should answer the question about fucking. "Not that I wouldn't very much like to as soon as the rules permit it. Maybe someday someone will even pose for me so I can get more than glances." There's only so much data you can collect without staring openly at a subject and that kind of thing is generally frowned upon when people are just trying to get clean. It's damn near impossible to mention tits that belong to you and not have a man at least slide his eyes that way, and so K'zin's do, darting away almost immediately. "You're not in that one anyway." He mumbles, suggesting that she might be in another. He seems to let the topic of being turned in go, since obviously that was a silly question, though a moment later he re-thinks and says, "I suppose if the prize for doing so was good enough, you might. We're not especially close or anything." Despite the fact that they look like they could be related. "But I can't think what you'd gain by turning me in for this. Or really that anyone can actually do more than tell me I oughtn't be doing it. It's just imagination for the most part anyway." And those bath-time glances. "Evidently," Jo quips in humor when K'zin admits the source of his artwork as she turns the page. "Never seen them up close." She studies him openly from the book. "If ya wanna get good at this, yer gonna have to do better than just gettin' a few good glances, if someone should pose for ya. Maybe even make yerself a bit of a profit of them." It's said so casually as she finally closes the book, passing it one-handed over for him to take. His words on her not being in that particular book has him dropping a look his way and going, "Have ya been in the baths with me? I don' seem to remember ya. And anyway, if ya have a drawin' of me, I know for sure that it's not accurate. Probably drew me with tits the size of that wherry over there that Tac just took down," and she nods towards the feeding pens where the dragons work. For turning him in, there's a half-shrug to that as she watches both dragons, stating, "Some people would turn ya in just for the principle of it all. Don' gotta be a gain in it. I'm not turnin' ya in because I find it entertainin'. If ya can draw and make them more real, then ya might have a little business in it. Dirty business, sure, but ya don' wanna be a good boy forever, do ya?" Dark eyes slide over to meet his, her smile a touch too dangerous to be not there. "Well, at my earliest convenience, I'll be sure to get a look up close and personal." K'zin responds tone suggesting that he hasn't had luck thus far. "I might have a chance as soon as the rules allow it. As for someone posing for me, I think that'll have to wait until I get charming enough." He leans back, plopping back onto his rear, knees drawn up in front of him. "I've never been in the bathes with you, no. But that's not how I usually work it. I put people's face with bodies of people who are similar in build. Mave was mad that I didn't draw her with giant tits and didn't seem to believe me when I told her I thought she was beautiful as she is." He shrugs, as if there's not much he can do about this particular issue. "I drew you with appropriate proportions." He assures the bluerider. "I'd say you could have it, but it got ruined when I got hurt at the lake. Oil everywhere. Whole sketch book unsalvageable." His brow furrows as he contemplates the matter of profit. "How?" He's at least willing to entertain the idea, it seems, though there is a bit of trepidation in his expression. "Ya mean, y'ain' charmin' enough now?" Jo has to tease, jumping down from the fence to lean up against it with crossed legs, all casual like. "A future bronzerider with no charm. Some would call that a tragedy." It's said deadpan, pressing the sketchbook forward for K'zin to take. While doing so, "Take it, and, ya need to do better than just droppin' faces onto different bodies. It's certainly from lack of experience, I can tell," she notes, looking him up and down, "but that can be remedied when yer allowed. Ya drew me." Not a question now, the ex-con rider lifting brows at him. "How appropriate were those proportions? No, I wouldn've wanted the drawin'. Not if they're anythin' like the ones in this book, darlin'." When he asks about the potential profit, she regards him for a moment, not answering right away. "I know someone that has a penchant for...unique talents and products," she chooses to say with a slight quirk of lips. "He has a taste for the scandalous even more. Pays well, but prides himself on accuracy. He's not here in the Weyr, but he sells to many with peculiar tastes. Somethin' to think about, at least, if yer determined to continue drawin' naked women. He'll even toss in a little extra for naked men." "I suspect if I were, I'd've managed to get a model before." K'zin responds, making a rather exaggerated wouldn't I? face to Jo that shows the tease is not missed on him. "Ras is working to polish me, tho', so we'll see. Maybe I'll the suavest thing on two legs by the next time you talk with me." His hand reaches and fingers pluck the notebook from her grasp. When she asks how appropriate were those proportions, he braces himself for... what? A slap? Some kind of retaliation certainly as he drops his brown eyes to the curves in question. "Going from memory," He says after a moment, eyes returning to her face, blush freshened, "I was off a bit. You're-- uh, bigger. But I think I got the frame about right." Provided his face isn't suddenly too messed up to speak, "So... like... draw things and sell them?" His brow knits; it's seems so simple. "Wouldn't have to be real people either, I suppose? Just so long as they look real?" He lips pucker as he considers. "And I guess they'd need to look, I dunno, sexy?" Chewing his lower lip, "I've never really tried men." A fact the sketch book provided ample evidence of. "I could tho'..." "That dragon of yer is certainly a bold one, isn' he," Jo comments oh-so casually, folding her arms once K'zin takes up his book. "So eager to learn, I hear. Yer dragon's gonna make ya the suavest?" and she does slide a look towards the growing bronze, openly speculating. "Hmmm, maybe," she states after a moment, unconvinced. "Prove me wrong." But then K'zin's describing her sketch she didn't know about until now, the woman in black leathers regarding him and his fresh blush before she pushes off from the fence and approaches him, only stopping once she's in his personal space. Arms unfold as if she's intending to punch him, surely, but instead he's getting a hard point of her finger to his chest. "Don' sketch me unless yer askin' to see me naked," is what she says, chin lifting at him. "And if ya do, the sketch is mine. Not for sale unless I want it to be for sale, and that's if I'm fine with ya keepin' it so ya can have all yer fantasies lookin' at it. Ain' that why yer drawin' us for, anyway? To jerk off to?" Now she steps passed him to regard their dragons, fists propped up on her hips as she's being asked on the business side of the matter. "Don' gotta be," she agrees on it being of real people, "if yer not into scandal. Ya don' look like ya would be. And yeah. Sexy. No one pays for some woman sittin' around on a hide, plantin' flowers." Beat. "Unless it looks sexy, that is," she tacks on, unhooking her jacket front to reach in and pull out her flask. She unlids it and takes a long drink from it, offering it to K'zin before she answers the last. "Give it a shot. Same rules apply." Rasavyth's next lunge is successful, bringing K'zin to his feet without thought. He turns to the fence briefly as the bronze starts tearing into his meal, a smile of satisfaction on his lips when he turns back towards Jo. "Bold and beautiful," The man boasts of the bronze - probably because the natural high of success is shared powerfully, a sensation that might bleed to Tacuseth and the babysitter. As he turns back, there's Jo: in his face. He freezes again, though the moment is briefer this time. This is the moment when Rasavyth's suave input would be most useful, but he's busy, so: "Uh, alright. I won't draw you. If you, later, want to get naked for me, I certainly won't complain. Probably would even say some nice things. Drawing optional." He manages all of this with a smile. As to why he draws them... "I like to draw." This and a noncommittal shrug seem to be the only answer he's going to give, although the answer would seem to be obvious; he's seventeen after all. He gives a little shake of his head to the offer of the flask, but lest she think him too goody-goody, he gives a resolute nod, "Alright. I'll see what I can do. About the sexy and about the men." His expression turns thoughtful a moment before asking, "Um. Do you know anyone that would be willing to-- like-- pose? Clothes on, I mean. In sexy ways. So I can see--" what sexy is? "--how the body would look? I guess I could sit in Snowasis and watch some of the people picking each other up." His experience is pitiful. When Rasavyth finally catches, Jo is watching both dragon and weyrling with idle interest. To his words on his bronze, there's a short huff of amusement from her before she's in his face. "I might get naked for ya," the ex-con states rather matter-of-factly. "Nice things said or no. Depends on my mood." She drinks more from the flask before she steps back from him and closes its lid, putting it back within her jacket as he agrees on the sketches. "Good," she says to that, nodding once. "Think it'll be good for ya. A little dirt will look good on ya. As for findin' someone to pose...." She backs up to the fence, leaning against it once more with her thumbs hooking into her belt as she looks around and thinks on it in the pause. "...might know someone from the inner caverns that likes to do favors for me. She's gotta a body many men would like," and the curve of her lips curl upwards at him. "She won' have a problem posin' with clothes on, show ya sexy. People-watchin' is good, too, especially drunk people-watchin'. I know more interestin' places than the bar here, but, since Rasavyth can' fly ya yet, best stick to the Snowasis for yer references, eh?" She nods to the book K'zin holds then before she adds, "Yer Rasavyth thinks we should be friends. It's curious, but I'm curious about it. Perhaps we'll be," and she gives the weyrling her frank study, regarding him from head to toe. "Yer seem awfully young to be around the likes of me, but, who knows? I sometimes make exceptions for the exceptional." For once, K'zin seems to know to take the win. After Jo has so casually said she might get naked for him, he just-- gives a little matter-of-fact nod in response, leaving the whole thing in a very much "as it pleases you" state. "I suspect the posing would have to be-- well, discrete. Some might take it-- wrong." The bronzerider says this with a frown, most likely envisioning Quinlys (who makes a handful of appearances in that little sketch book she just handed him back) would do or say if she caught him leering at a lower caverns woman looking sexy just for him. "Would you set it up for me?" He queries, "Or would I need to find her on my own? I'm not sure she'd buy it if I tried to sell it, even if it is the truth. 'Show me what sexy looks like; it's for art.'" Another nod is given to the notion of Snowaisis. "I'll have to wait 'til I'm allowed back in Snowaisis. Quinlys never said specifically that I couldn't go in there, but I think that's not the type of place that qualifies as not needing supervision." He contemplates though, clearly, that there were no specifics addressing the bar in that punishment conversation. "Exceptional, hm?" Then he's rolling this around. "Ras qualifies, certainly, if the rest of the weyrling class is anything of a standard to judge by." He purses his lips eyes sweeping the ground before he pulls them back up to meet Jo's examining ones: "I'm a work in progress." Like his art. "But I'm getting there. With his help." His brows furrow briefly, "People seem to enjoy my company enough. Something tells me that you're not like most people, so I guess we'll have to wait and see if you do." "Discrete posin'?" Jo echoes that, probably seeking clarification, but not lingering on it. "What floats ya, darlin'. I'll talk to Devana. She'll come to ya. She's pretty discrete, if that's what yer worried about," and there's slight sardonic tilt to her grin before her gaze shifts towards a perched Tacuseth. "Ya were kicked outta the Snowasis? Shit, man. What did ya do again?" Perhaps he told her before and it slipped her mind. Perhaps she wants a reason to goad him again. Still, the bluerider acknowledges his words on exceptional and being a work in progress with brief nod of her head, her gaze still speculative when they return to him. "I have eclectic tastes in folks," she states, seeming to find suggestive humor in that since her tone eludes to it being such, briefly. "But yer right. I'm not like most people. Guess we'll certainly see, K'zin." A nod is given to confirm he means discrete posing.but the smile that gently curls one corner of his mouth says he's amused by her choice of words. "I can just imagine trying to explain to the weyrlingmasters why I'm sitting around watching a woman give me sexy looks. They'd never believe it's just about art. And if I'm going to get into a business like this, I'd have to say I'd want it to do it discretely." As to what he did, K'zin's eyes roll. "I told you. I let Mave talk me into giving myself up. I've been being perpetually selective about which rules apply. With Sabs. And with some other things. Like drinking." He nods to the flask. "Hence me thinking they wouldn't love to find me hanging out in Snowaisis." He turns toward the fence after pocketing the sketchbook, leaning against it with his forearms. "Any idea what, specifically, Ras hopes out of a friendship between us? He's... ,certainly more forthcoming than he used to be, but isn't always as detailed as I'd like. He just says it would be good for us." "Ahh, ya can play that off," Jo is easy to say on how his drawing the girl would look, perhaps thinking K'zin capable of taking care of it. "And anyway....oh yeah, that's right. Yer little adventures with my mentee," Sabella, one can assume. She doesn't look like she disapproves, however, adding instead with one of her faint smirks, "Sabs is good people. She's one to stick with. Sybile, too, if ya can stand her." She turns then towards the question of their questionable friendship, watching him as she turns to face the dragons at feast once more. She seems to be giving his question some thought since she doesn't answer right away, and then, folding her arms with a shrug, "Tac hasn' been all that forthcomin', either," she admits in non-chalance. "I suspect he's not tellin' me everythin', only that the pair of ya could benefit from us. I tend to corrupt more than nurture," and she slides a look his way for that, "so if yer bronze is lookin' to corrupt ya in some way, then I'm yer girl. I personally think everyone can stand to use a little corruption in their lives, but that's me. Who knows what's goin' on in these dragons' minds when they hide shit from us." "Mentee?" K'zin queries with interest, brows furrowing. The topic interests him enough to turn his head to regard the bluerider. "Sabs is your mentee?" Apparently, this hasn't been mentioned to him just yet. "What kinds of things are you mentoring her toward?" Now his brows bounce back up and go high, as the teen contemplates just what kinds of things Sabella might learn from a saucy woman like Jo. "Haven't really spent much time with Sybile outside of exercises. She intolerable or something?" If she is, he hasn't noticed. But then, K'zin, much like his lifemate (although almost certainly more genuinely) is everybody's friend. "Hey. Can I ask you-- Do you happen to know if that E'sren guy-- you know, the one who smiles a lot and hangs out with Sabs all the time is into her?" If it's jealousy, it's well hidden. The question comes out more like curiosity, with no burning desire to know the answer. The bronzer's lips purse, the reason for his pensiveness becoming clear in his next words: "Corrupting, hm? I guess that depends on what kind o corrupting you're looking to do and how many clothes you're going to take off to do it." In at least one way, K'zin is easy, though rule-minding. "I have to say I'm starting to find that there's more gray in life than I thought. I'm not so much for the black, always, but--" Here he hesitates a moment, thinking through his next words, assuring himself they are the case before they are resolutely delivered, "I am comfortable with the shades of gray. Still, as we've discussed, I think it's best to keep my nose clean during weyrlinghood-- pave the way for riderhood and all that." He takes a step closer to the older woman, brown eyes seeking her gaze, "I hazard that I'd be at least willing to entertain most sorts of corruption you'd bring my way. Unless you're truly a black-hearted type... are you?" Chin lifting with that slightly suggestive tilt of her lips, "I am an upstandin' rider of this Weyr," Jo answers that as if she really means it. "What else do ya expect me to teach her? I'd also keep that whole mentor-thing to yerself, if ya know what's good," she now adds with a touch more serious, watching him. "Ya and yer dragon, both. I just don' like people knowin' my business about here. Call this a test of my trust in ya. I'll know it'll be you that did it, should it leak out," and, he wouldn't want that, it's clear. And then, on Sybile, "She's....interestin', and I dunno an E'sren. We don' talk like that. Why? Yer into her?" She turns it back on him. And then, there's the corruption topic. She merely watches K'zin as he talks, saying nothing even when he steps to her with those words. She doesn't step back, nor, does she step forward. Her expression is simply unreadable, like she has something to hide - but then, Jo seems to be the sort that always does. "Nothin's black and white, K'zin," she finally breaks her silence when he's done, not having interrupted him. "I dunno where in Pern such would be. I came from a Hold, and it had all shades of grey there. I've learned good sorts are really good if they can convince those around them that they're good, and that some of the bad sorts can be good if they see bein' so could further an agenda they got. I don' think anyone's good, or bad. Just, folks doin' things to further some sort of end whether it's their own or not." Having said that, apparently, she adds, "Stick around me, ya'll get corrupted. I don' even need to show ya my body to do that. Ya hear my words, ya take them in, somethin' about it resonates with ya and then, next thing ya know, yer changin' because it's in ya to want to. I'm not a traditional sort. I believe in things folks would frown at. I do things folks would frown at even more. Folks talked about me from my candidacy into my tapped into Glacier, because I don' conform. I don' give a shit," and she folds her arms and studies him. "If I am a black-hearted type as ya say, would it matter?" A question for a question. Initially, there's a moment when K'zin pulls in a breath and holds it. Then blowing it out with an exaggeratedly contrite expression, he says, "Of course. What was I thinking? What else could you be mentoring her about. Not any of your more interesting skills, certainly." Like entrepreneurship. Or teasing innocent, young bronzeriders. The sarcasm laced in his tone is not subtle, but with an impish grin and nod the only other thing to say about all that, he seems inclined enough not to dig for more information. "Into Sybile? No. Sabs, yes." It's said simply He kissed her, didn't he? "But not-- not in a way that I would mind if E'sren was into her, I just-- I just want to know who I'm likely to get decked by if I try to -- carry on with Sabs." He frowns a little then, "I especially wouldn't mind him liking her now that I'm not kissing people until I prove I'm trustworthy. I don't want her to miss out on fun just because I'm going to play stick in the mud." Play. He takes time to consider her words about the shades of the world they live in and the color of her heart. The question is taken seriously. "I believe," He begins, finally, "That history is made in shades of grey; including the extremes of black and white. I believe that, as Rasavyth says, there exists a greater good." The bronzerider might not realize it but poised over the dragon's lunch, the dragon is frozen, eyes turned to watch his rider , resisting the temptation the warm blood and stringy flesh. "To achieve that greater good, it takes all kinds and I think most people are always trying to do the right thing-- but the right thing for them doesn't necessarily mean the right thing for others. But that it's legitimate and understandable if you come at it from their view." He sucks in a breath before hurriedly delivering: "I mean, just look at K'del and Aishani's dad." Brown eyes flick to Jo's face from where they had been focusing on an indistinct point in space; this always seems to be a tense topic to bring up, so he's watching to see how much he might be able to say without her getting cross (if she would). "Aishani's dad raided the Weyr supplies. But he was doing that because it's what was right for him - what he needed to do to support his family." Such is his rudimentary understanding of the Vijays. "And K'del was doing what was right for him by protecting the Weyr, even when he supported Aishani's dad being killed." Beat. "So what I'm saying is... Even if you do bad things in the course of doing what's right, as long as we're both seeing the same things as right, I wouldn't mind. But I guess we won't know if we agree on what's right for a while, since I'm so young and you wouldn't want to corrupt me or whatever it was you said about hanging around with me." Conversation has turned from playful talk of corruption to something serious, but the end of his little speech still elicits a daring grin. Noting the sarcasm with a tilt up of her chin, "And what would ya consider to be my more interestin' skills, since ya come to know so much of me in our two encounters?" Jo delivers the sarcasm right back, brows arched. "I'm curious to know." Beat. "I meant Sabs, yes," she counters now, moving on with a quirk of lips. "So yer not the possessive type. That's good. Possessive's borin', but." Chuckling briefly, "Ya'd have a problem with this E'sren when ya stop playin' at bein' a stick in the mud? Shouldn' really matter who she sees, who she kisses." But then, K'zin speaks of the shades of grey and of history, and the bluerider doesn't interrupt him at all. Her dark gaze flicks from him to his dragon, then to a seemingly oblivious Tacuseth going on with his meal and back. Then, when he was done, she runs a thumb across the bottom of her nose and nods. "Ya have valid points," she admits to that. "At least yer not na?ve, I'll give ya that. Yer dragon's right. Many and most would do things for their greater good." Leveling a look his way as she steps forward to regard their dragons, "The greater good's a slippery slope, darlin'," she says wryly. "Folks do all kinds of dirty things for the greater good. I believe it exists, true, but there's a lot of folks that don' do things for that reason." Glancing sidelong at K'zin, "They do it because they want to. Because they can. Because it benefits them and them alone." Looking away then, "Perception plays a part, too," she adds then. "Who's 'greater good' was better than the other? K'del's, or Aishani's father's? K'del was likely seen as a hero for leadin' a man to his execution. He ends up helpin' to destroy a family. Was that for the greater good, or was another solution overlooked for the sake of that? Did he have to die to save the Weyr?" She steps back against the fence with a shrug now and a non-chalant "Or, perhaps yer lookin' too hard at what ya think I do. I never said I did anythin' for the 'greater good'. Ya don' know what I do, nor who I do it with." Sniffing, "Yer young," she agrees, "but that has nothin' to do with corruption. I give a right warnin' that I can, and I don' corrupt for the greater good. I do it because that's just who I am. I don' discourage ya from hangin' around me, though," and there's a little smirk and an incline of her head for him. "That, is yer choice. I give blunt honesty and I don' hold back for anythin' and anyone. I can' promise ya'll be safe with me, and I won' promise that ya'll might get more than ya bargained with in regards to me. Ya'll either adore me, or, hate me," and it's simple as that. Nodding towards the dragons, "Perhaps yers see that and thinks ya can handle takin' risks," she notes, openly amused at his daring. "I ain' gonna baby ya, and I reckon he knows that." "You know. Things like... business savvy and making men-" Teenage boys, at least. "-think you're hot. And probably stuff with your firelizard. I don't know that I've seen any like yours." K'zin wasn't really prepared to list the few talents he's decided she has, and it shows in his delivery. Then the question about E'sren has his brow knitting just a moment, "No, that's not what I meant. I wouldn't mind. He might. She can kiss anyone she likes. Tho' I'd prefer it if she kept kissing me, too." Possessive he is not. He listens as she talks of the greater good in turn and he nods here and there. They're not nods of agreement necessarily, they're to show he's listening and following along. He doesn't have the answers about who's greater good was greater and if there was another way. He's out of his depth with the discussion of people who are just bad apples, too, so he remains silent. Rasavyth seems to have returned to his meal, but the weyrling isn't paying anymore attention to him now than he was moments ago when he was under the bronze's scrutiny. "Sounds like an adventure to know you. I'll take my chances. It'd be nice if you could keep folks from messing up my face tho'. Or other vital parts I'd like to use someday." Teenage boys have a way of feeling invincible and not putting enough stock in warnings. It's how some good kids start down a road they might never have found otherwise. "If I ever want to stop hanging out with you," If he ever wants to, before it's too late. "I'll be sure you're the first to know. You know. After Ras." He considers Jo a long moment, "You're not related to me, right? I'm just checking because, you know, it'd be awkward to find out after drawing more pictures of you. And we look--" He doesn't say it, but the point between the two of them might indicate the idea well enough: similar. Flashing that winsome smile, "Makin' men think I'm hot?" Jo echoes that one, and there's a sort of swagger in her gait as she pushes off the fence again to study their dragons at their bloody meal. Then, looking over her shoulder at him, "I don' have to make men do or think anythin'." She's just that good. "As for Mime," her firelizard, "he's still a work in progress. Hardly an interestin' skill. That's the best ya got, K'zin?" She acknowledges his words on kissing other weyrlings with a nod and a, "Then make it so. We girls aren' that complicated when it comes to a kiss." Dark eyes seek out their dragons once more on the topic of the greater good, the smile growing ever more on his response on people messing up his face. Shaking her head, "What is with ya bronzeriders and yer faces, huh?" she drawls idly, chuckling a bit to herself. No, I'm not gonna keep anyone from messin' up yer face. Ya stick with me, ya learn to fuckin' keep that pretty face of yers from gettin' hit. Bronzeriders are notorious for throwin' a punch here and there, right?" and she passes a look his way, clearly back to teasing him. Still, she nods to his promise of letting her know hanging with her gets to be too much, then she watches her blue leap back to settle on the fence as he asks the last. There's a slight frown when she looks K'zin's way before she quips, "Why would I be related to ya? Never seen ya in my life before here," even though she's studying his face now, noting the physical similarities dubious before she blinks. "Maybe we just have one of those faces," she says, shrugging. "Well, look," K'zin blushes now, flustering a little. The fact that its one of few such moments that he's had in this conversation shows that he's making some progress, "I don't know you that well yet. Give me some time to make some discoveries, won't you? I think we've only met-- what, three times so far? So that's three things I've learned about you. As bronzeriders go, I'd say I'm ahead of the usual learning curve." If they're going to get into bronzer stereotypes... "I think most people who have a face worth caring about would care if it was messed up. Mine hasn't even had a chance to get me anywhere in life yet." He makes a little comedic frowny face. "I'd like some lessons in avoiding punches. Alida's got me started, but she's got 'trade secrets' so I'm getting better at what she has taught me, but limited in what she can teach me." He shrugs his shoulders about the why she would be related to him. "Stranger things have happened in Weyrs before. Guess I'm safe then. It's a good kind of face to have." He concludes. Making K'zin blush and appear flustered seems to be the goal of the hour for Jo since her smile's just a tad more satisfied now. She doesn't respond, only giving quiet laughter to something said before she finally answers him. "First Mave, now you," she states, watching Tacuseth finally leave the feeding pens. "What about that new assistant weyrlingmaster of yers? I'zech? I heard he's been assigned to help ya'll out, and he's a clutchmate of mine. Bet he's got plenty of practice in avoidin' his face gettin' punched out." There's a slight sardonic tint to her otherwise amused voice, even. Flicking a finger between them both, "We'll talk on the punches. I'm not around in the Weyr all that often, but we'll see. Stranger things have happened," borrowing his words. "Anyway. Tac's done so we bet git. It's good I ran into ya and got that book back to ya. Imagine if it had fallen into the wrong hands," which apparently, her hands weren't, the way she sees it. "How awkward that would have been." "I'll see if he's up for it." K'zin replies of I'zech, though his expression is doubtful. "Maybe your name can lend some weight to my request?" It's a question. No good to drop names when he oughtn't and she's the only one to tell him if it would help or hinder his cause. "I'm to spar with Mave. Test Alida's training against yours," This is mentioned as a train of thought speeds through, leaving K'zin's brows furrowed. He takes a breath and glances to the pocket where the book is now safely stowed. "Do let me know if you happen upon any other of my belongings, won't you?" The request is made but the tone suggests he doesn't really expect her to. He angles back toward the fence and watches the bronze, still working over the carcass. Seems he'll be staying put for at least a bit longer. Lending her name....Jo is giving K'zin speculation, the ex-con slowly looking him over before she finally nods. "Fine. Give'em my name," she agrees. "Dunno what clout it'll give ya with him, but, it's worth a shot. He turns ya down, there might be another option." Hearing there's to be a sparring match between him and Mave earns him a wry, "Oh joy. Let me know how all that turns out, won'cha? I'll let ya know if ever come across anymore of yer scandalous things." There's a little dangerous smile for that before she starts to head off, tossing over her shoulder, "Hope ya improve yer skills, K'zin. Looks like I'll be seein' ya." K'zin fidgets under her gaze for a moment and then a glance toward the bronze and some silent exchange sets his shoulders a little more steadily. "I'll let you know what happens." This is likely both to the talk with I'zech and also to the sparring match with Mave. "Thanks." His gratitude is full of wry humor and is not distinctly to one thing or another. To her last, there's a nod. He doesn't watch her as she goes, instead his gaze meets the whirling one of his lifemate. She might already be out of range to hear, but he still answers her hope with resolve: "We will." |
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Comments on "Logs:Pictures for profit"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 23 Apr 2013 04:17:37 GMT.
Jo has the most interesting conversations. You know, for not claiming to think much x3 She sure does ask some great questions.
Aaah, poor K'zin. He doesn't stand a chance against the likes of Jo.
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