Logs:Play with Fire
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| RL Date: 5 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: An encounter in the kitchens serves as an excellent reminder not to taunt dangerous blueriders. |
| Where: Kitchens, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 14D 6M 37T I10, summer night |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Potential NSFW: Feel free to Edit, alter, correct. |
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>---< Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr(#267RJs) >----------------------------------<
Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods
characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths
gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost
always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its
denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample
space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry
and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a
day-to-day basis.
The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating:
swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner
caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food
service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and
benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day.
>-------------------------------------< 14D 6M 37T I10, summer afternoon >---< It must be way past the time the kitchens are serving in the night because Jo is here. Save for a few kitchen drudges lost in the throes of cleaning up for the night, the black leather-clad rider has settled herself at the sole table with a bowl of stew before her and her trusty flask set up beside it. She must come here late often since the workers barely pay her any attention whatsoever - which is perfect for one like her. While they clean, she's digging into her stew like a dark shadow darkening a corner. It's the perfect symbiosis. Edyis is having one of those nights, the kind where you wake up starving, but can't find a single edible thing. Or at least one might think that that is what is going on. She slips in, and after a couple murmurs she's come away with a bowl of stew and a hunk of a flourless roll. Dark eyes rest on Jo, the former scribe settling into an empty seat nearby. "So you haven't quite fallen off the face of the earth." "Candidate, huh?" That's Jo's return greeting, not even breaking her focus on her food until she turns toward her flask. Doing so has her straightening up a bit to draw the thing to her lips, her sharp gaze now settling on Edyis. Well, more than settling, really, since this is Jo, and there isn't many women that the convict rider doesn't oogle. Looking her over as she guzzles down the contents of her flask, "Ya missed me, darlin'?" she asks, that cocky smile flirting about her mouth. "Aren'cha resourceful enough to hunt folks down or somethin'? Show up naked in my bed'n ya would've found me fast 'nough." "Once more into the breach, as the old harper song goes." The scribe murmurs tucking into her meal rapidly, and ravenous. " At the suggestion the former scribe grins, though. "Now that would deprive you of a challenge, which would be a waste of your considerable talent." Her ears might be faintly red with the suggestion. "Usually when people disappear for a while, they don't want to be found, it's rude to ignore such extensive efforts. Just because I can do a thing doesn't mean I should." Jo doesn't miss much, so even something like a faint blush draws more of that rakish smile from her. "So ya want me to hunt ya down, s'what I'm hearin'." It's almost more statement than question, the woman tipping the flask towards the former scribe in offering. "I can oblige, ya know. As for not wantin' to be found, well," a carefree shrug, "it's not like I was all that visible even before. Not for those not lookin'. My plate's always full." Aishani's name isn't brought up, but if one noticed her whereabouts before, one could surmise the bond between the convict rider and the former goldrider. "So," she goes on to ask, "how's life in the barracks treatin' ya?" "I am not - entirely opposed to the idea" Edyis murmurs, tilting her head with a smirk. "As it may be, it's a product of a rigorous education in the perils of locating someone who wants to be left alone while grieving - or whatever." She glances to the side then, dark eyes shifting about before resting on the blue rider with a snort. "The same as ever, different eggs the same obnoxious starry-eyed habits. They aren't all bad though. Rather lovely bunch this time through, easy bets." Amused, "Be careful what ya ask for, darlin'," Jo states to the first, a low chuckle emanating out. "I ain' the proper'n chivalrous sort." She leaves her warning there, drinking from her flask again before setting it down and returning to her meal. Grieving is brought up, and the look could very well be a well crafted dragon poker face to it before she answers, "Sure, if ya call fuckin' grievin." It's flippant, even, the convict rider easy to cut emotions before moving on. "Ya stood before, right? I know a couple in this group," she notes idly. "One that came from Crom. Ya been to see the eggs then? Tac wants me to check'em out soon enough, so..." "Don't you know this dance? The naive hold bred girl dances with the charming rider, whirling closer and closer to ruin. You aren't supposed to warn her until it's too late to turn back." The former scribe teases, and lifts a shoulder on the topic of eggs, "Oh? Which ones?" Mildly curious at the tidbit Jo tosses out regarding the candidates. "Couple of times, it is impressive clutch... but. It doesn't feel the same. There is the whole Igen matter as well, but that is a worry for those who impress." She clearly doesn't bother including herself in that number. "The warnin's in effort to have ya in my lap anyway," Jo counters quickly on Edyis's return, leaning back enough to pat said created lap. "Sides, ya don' seem as naive as ya were when I first metcha. I think yer curious." She says it like it's a major announcement, even. On the topic of eggs, "Ya'll sniff'em out, I'm sure," she answers on the candidates she knows, not giving it away. "If they're causin' trouble, anyway. Don' sound like ya think ya'll Impress." An observation as she empties her bowl of stew. "I remember I said that, too. Rest is history. Ya met that new Igen weyrwoman?" Clearly she hasn't. "Tell me 'bout her." Edyis leans over the table grinning, "I'm always curious, you just haven't quite figured out the right bait yet." Before she leans back, with another non-committal lift of her shoulder. "I have my guesses. Twice I've stood, and twice I've been left behind Jo. I'm not counting on a dragon before those eggs hatch." She sighs at the mention of Irianke, "She's interesting, competent and connected but make no mistake she has a fire all her own. She has a quality that is... difficult to describe. Something neither Aishani nor Azaylia possessed or Lilah of Fort for that matter." That Edyis deigns to challenge her, Jo has to pause to regard the former scribe as if she's studying her in a new light. Since she's not one of tact, she gestures with a dangerous glint in her eyes as she taunts, "What, yer one of those that wanna be seduced with sweets'n flowers? When someone like me could just have ya forgettin' yer own name by the end of the night, toes curlin' n'all? That the kind of bait yer talkin' 'bout, Naive Holdbred Girl?" The chuckle is a bold one, then, the kind that says that this was a game the former scribe didn't (or maybe shouldn't) want to play with the bluerider. She takes in all that's said of Irianke, too, nodding once before she states, "Ain' nobody came close to Shani, darlin'. She was in a league of her own. I might check out this Igenite, though. She what she's 'bout. Ya like her? And as for Impressin', well," she shakes her head, the laughter soft and ominous, "third time's the charm, perhaps? When it comes to these Weyrs, ya never really know, I've learned." Edyis chuckles darkly, those eyes of hers glittering. Leaning in, again. "Sweets and flowers? Do I truly seem that easy to you? You are a clever and dangerous woman; I'm sure you'll figure it out all on your own in time. I'm sure it has an appeal all it's own, finding something sweet and uncorrupted and finding the string to tug to have them sighing your name breathless." She grins, "She caked H'vier in the face, I'd say she has style and spunk." "So ya think ya can run with the big girls, now, huh?" Jo continues to taunt her, seeming to find Edyis's boldness entertaining. "All this come hither only to cower in the corner like a blushin' maid? Have ya had a woman before?" It's a bold question, tainted with mirth. The last draws a raised brow, however. "H'vier? The fuck he do now? Weyrwomen has got it in for that man. Sounds like she's someone ya look up to." Another observation. "I'm not running with anybody, I am my own and myself, I will run where I choose." She grins pushing the chair back, "and to answer your question, I've never had nor have I been had," Edyis answers honestly, "So yes. I'm curious, but not easily tempted." She starts to stand, her bowl empty. "Maybe you don't appreciate the challenge?" Yeah, Jo watches her. Like a hunter, she watches as Edyis tosses one gauntlet after the other, grabbing her bowl as the kitchen drudges head out of the kitchen. She notes it all with little movement coming from her corner, so maybe it could come as a surprise to Edyis that there's sudden movement from the darker corner of the table - that unless she's nimble enough, she'll miss the strong arm that suddenly aims to curl about her waist and draw her towards Jo's wiry frame, crushing into black leather. The move almost possessive, taunting, intimidating, the covict rider will have her backed up against the kitchen counter if the younger woman fails to evade. That's always the problem with rattling cages, sometimes the door is ajar. She'd been warned; the warning went unheeded. The arm that attempts to twine about her waist sends those familiar responses through her frame. Fight or Flight, and she laughs, barely twisting out of reach. "I'm not easy Jo." It's a taunt, a challenge, a dare. It's pure stupidity on Edyis's part. Jo doesn't have a tight hold on her after all - it's loose enough that Edyis could escape. Still, there's that firm press of dominance from her, her lingering smile answering that thrown challenge, almost mocking, before she slowly - deliberately - releases her and takes a step back. Keeping her gaze on the candidate as she backsteps towards the table in a saunter, "Someone once told me I was like a flame to his moth," she notes idly, reaching behind her to scoop up her flask to stopper it. "Lured in with the risk of burn. I didn' even have to do much, there." The smirk flicks on as she slides the flask into an inner pocket of her jacket, then takes up the empty bowl and approaches Edyis again since she's by the counter. She makes a noted pass by her at the last minute, depositing the bowl where it's suppose to be in the pause before she straightens and steps deliberately close to the candidate as if she were about to impart a secret for no one but her to hear. Her lips close - almost closer - to the other's own, "Oh I love it when girls like you break." It's arrogance in every single word before the smirk overtakes and she's turning to leave. It was a stupid thing to do. Edyis knew that, even as the laughter rolls off her that thought is there. That press of dominance, that invasion of space, and the arrogance in every subtle intonation of Jo's speech tells her that. She holds her ground, even at that threat. It's only after the bluerider turns away, that she feels her limbs liquify. Braced against the counter to remain standing. Her expression schooled into that mask of boldness, threatening to crack and reveal her as unsettled. At least Jo seems to have enough self-control to walk away. It's that careless ease in her step that shows she's in control regardless, taking in the way Edyis stands her ground with a knowing look on her face. She'll linger just a moment longer before she heads out, leaving in her wake, "See ya 'round, candidate." Maybe that sounds too ominous coming from her, but she's too far gone from the kitchen by then to ask. |
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Alida (04:05, 6 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Alida waaaaarned youuuuuu, Ed. Even the hot-headed blonde takes pains not to stir up Jo unless she utterly MEANS it. ;)
Jolie (06:31, 6 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Jo actually tried to be civilized to a point, too. But it's like poking a wild animal in a cage...and the cage is unlocked. XD
Edyis (14:10, 6 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Maybe Ed will learn eventually... No who am I kidding. She is like a magnet for "bad" influences, and worse decisions. XD
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