Logs:Reaching Aspirations
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| RL Date: 18 July, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, Irianke |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo drops by unannounced to discuss what Irianke had revealed at their last 'meeting' (if you can call it that). Plotting occurs. |
| Where: Irianke's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 4, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Nimae/Mentions, B'ren/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Language and the (becoming usual) sexiness. |
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| It's during early dinnertime that Jo shows up to Irianke's ground weyr, unannounced. In her customary black leathers, she arrives on the ledge with her hands full of a dark bottle and a brown bag of something that's likely food, given the time of night. She pauses pass Niahvth with a brief incline of her head, then slowly walks forward as she calls out, "Don' need to be decent for my sake! Bought dinner!" Nevermind that the Weyrwoman could be engaged at the moment or something. Jo doesn't seem to focus on such inconveniences when she shows up unannounced. The Weyrwoman is unengaged at the moment, strictly speaking. Jo's entrance is marked by B'ren's exit, his shirt not quite tucked. But strictly speaking, Irianke is unengaged and seated at the table with a glass of pre-dinner drink in her hand. Hailstorm's wingleader nods perfunctorily at the bluerider as he saunters off into the bowl and towards the living cavern. The weyr's owner, however, is absolutely decent, if by decent you mean rumpled shirt and a skirt that's hitched up an inch or two too high even seated. "Jo!" says the goldrider cheerily and gestures. "And here I was wondering if I should go to the living caverns, send for supper, or hope you would rescue me from the plight of decisions." Jo pauses but a second to B'ren's exit, eyeing his rumpled attire before she's into the inner weyr, chuckling to herself. Lifting both hands of bottle and food as she takes in Irianke's state, "Started'n ended without me," she states, and she even gives a brief little pout before she sets the meal on her table. Leaning to the side to get a deliberate view of the Weyrwoman's hitched-up skirt, "Need help smoothin' that down for ya?" she asks, meeting her gaze as she places both hands on the table to lean forward. On dinner, "I didn' bring much," she notes wryly. "Seein' as how last time, we barely got through breakfast. I didn' bother brinin' dessert." Of course she didn't. "Thought I'd drop by, give ya that meetin' ya mentioned some-back." "Started. Don't know about ended," remarks Irianke a glance cast to that exit where B'ren went, but she seems content enough, only pulling down the skirt when Jo draws attention to it. "Dessert is the best part of the meal. Sometimes, the only part of the meal I want to eat if Niahvth weren't such a stickler for order of foods eaten. Which," she adds tartly, again looking to the ledge, "I am not sure where she picked up on other than fucking Nimae." Irianke, yes, might be a little intoxicated. "It's a turn on to me, seein' a Weyrwoman so bold," Jo notes, leaning back with a toothy smile to her words as she watches Irianke pull down that skirt. On dessert, "Be good'n I'll getcha dessert when ya've had yer fill," she seems to promise, only glancing over her shoulder towards the gold dragon briefly before dropping into a chair at the table and starts to pull out the bag's contents. It's the standard fare from the living caverns from meatrolls and buttered rolls to herdbeast slices and tubers. She unscrews the top from the bottle before setting it back down again, her study lingering on Irianke while she works in silence. Then, "Like I imagine with B'ren," she drawls towards the end, "ya've managed to effectively have my attention, darlin'. Not an easy task to do, some 'round here can say. What can I do ya for?" It's a question from last time, the convict rider's tone both suggestive and serious at the same time. Irianke seems amused at the suggestion of her boldness, but doesn't address it or the subject of Hailstorm's wingleader, pushing herself to the edge of her seat and reaching for one buttered roll to nibble on. "What can I do you for?" responds the goldrider in kind, her brows lifted waiting. Reaching for the bottle rather than the food, "Other than the obvious," Jo answers, her dark gaze flicking over the other woman meaningfully, "I'd like to hear more 'bout what ya told me before. 'Bout gettin' rid of one Weyrleader for another. 'Bout what ya see in a mere bluerider'n her so-called ambitions." She pauses, taking a drink straight from the bottle before setting it down and reaching for a meatroll. "What ya wanna know from me 'bout any of it." "Have you ever killed anyone?" asks Irianke, abruptly, once given the opening to press for information. That draws a pause of Jo indulging in that meatroll she snags. The motion stops and it's moved away from her mouth as she regards the Weyrwoman steadily. The silence lengthens as if the convict rider is considering her words carefully - considering her with slightly narrowed eyes. Then, blithely, "I imagine whatever files ya read on me didn' tell of why I was put in the mines," she states, chin lifting a bit. "Murder." "Murder," repeats Irianke, the roll coming up to rest on her lower lip like a shield. "But that doesn't answer my question. Did you ever kill anyone?" There's subtle emphasis on her word, distinguishing it from other kinds of murder, as if there are other kinds than one where someone ends up dead. Studying Irianke's face, Jo doesn't answer again right away. Seeming to gauge something in the Weyrwoman's demeanor - her eyes, her mouth, her face - she carefully places a piece of the meatroll in her mouth and takes the time the chew. It's only once she's done chewing, the seemingly mundane act of chewing done with unconcern, she finally answers with a very distinct, "Yes." Unsurprised, or at the very least, unemotional, Irianke chews her roll thoughtfully. "I like K'del," says the goldrider, changing subjects, it would seem. "We work well together and he's one of those guys. Good old boys. Good people who always do good things because that's just what you do. He refuses to choose between his weyrmate, his family, and the Weyr because he is a good guy and his lack of choice says everything to me about his true devotion to his family or lack thereof, whether he recognizes it or not. Yes," says Irianke, laying her cards on the table for Jo, and leaning forward to tuck her index finger under the bluerider's chin, "I plan on replacing him, one way or the other, whether Niahvth rises first or not." Silence meets those words on Jo's end, the convict rider continuing to guage the other woman with the aura of distinct interest. It's once she's at the end that she speaks. "There's too many that regard him well here," she notes idly, tracing a finger up and down the surface of the bottle. "It was the same opposition Taikrin'n Aishani faced when they took the Weyrleadership from him. That bronze of his hasn' lost a leadership flight yet." Dipping her chin towards that index finger, "I'm listenin'." "I do not plan on succombing to High Reaches' goldrider curse," says Irianke, sealing that statement with a kiss to her finger that then finds Jo's lips before going back to picking at her dinner. "I also plan on Niahvth rising first," though that, she does not elaborate on. "Keeping in mind I do like K'del, I lack faith in Roszadyth's abilities to keep him grounded during a senior flight. Should Niahvth rise first, I would appreciate you keeping him distracted. Safely. No killing." The last, she is absolute on. "Killing means I cannot give you your aspirations." A bit dry, "The Reaches does have an uncanny ability of makin' sure their goldriders don' live to have nice, long lives," Jo quips before the lips to finger is returned before it moves away. Leaning back, "He's not bad," she admits of K'del. "Can' exactly admit aloud, though. Creature of chaos that I am. Keepin' him distracted, though," and she pauses there with a furrow of her brow. "Nah, I wouldn' kill'em," she states that easily enough. "I have my own code, hard to believe. If it's not endin' him, then what?" Brow lifts at Irianke then as she reaches for the other half of the meatroll. "Only option I can see is gettin' him elsewhere before yer queen goes up. That's gonna take great timin'. Makin' him really sick while he's elswhere, though..." there's a slight shrug given as she considers, absently downing the meatroll. "But no killin'," she seems to promise, her focus back on her. "I don' kill 'riders." "And lovers?" As if there's a distinction between riders and lovers, in this particular instance. Irianke looks at Jo levelly. "Beyond the greatest lay of your life," she says teasingly, "What can I offer you for this service?" There's a cold smile to that distinction in the question before Jo simply answers, "Already got a dear love on my shit list. Just don' ever fuck me over'n we're squared." Softening the cold smile, "I reckon ya know my 'nough of my nature to know that," she adds, a touch wry. "Trust goes a long way with me. Been betrayed enough in my life." The last gets a soft snort from her as she goes for the bottle and takes a drink before saying, "Greatest lay, huh? Mmm. What would'ja offer me, Weyrwoman?" It's a light return tease now, studying her anew. "Wingsecond if rank is what you aspire towards, otherwise, I have several contacts in the Igen area among traders that might make it worth your while if it's information or illicit goods you prefer," says Irianke. "Should K'del not become Weyrleader that should be simple. Should he become Weyrleader, in spite of my best efforts..." the Igen woman's voice trails off and she rises from her seat, only to claim Jo's lap as her own, arms drawing about the other woman's shoulders. "I'd like to keep my promise. You'll have to figure out a way to distract him that does not come back to you, darling." "Wingsecond could be good," Jo allows, seeming to mull the choices over with a nod. "Not that I pull rank beyond the Weyr. I can always do with information'n goods. I can always do with a combination of both. Either further's an aim." Leaning a bit forward, her expression taking on something more sober now, "Ya realize this all has a chance of failin', baby," she notes, watching Irianke steadily. "It'll be easier if he wasn't a 'rider. But he is. Keepin' K'del away would be an easier feat than keepin' Cadejoth away, I reckon. Damn dragons can smell a randy fellow seeminly anywhere. There's gone always be the chance that that bronze will still chase no matter what." But once Irianke is on her lap, and her legs spread out to balance them both in that chair as her arms come to draw her in close by the waist, she responds to that last with a wry, "Somethin' like this, I won' dirty my hands," she promises. "I have folks that owe me a favor or two." Arms drawing up her back, "I'll see what I can do with yer lil' problem, darlin'," she states, leaning up for a kiss. Irianke is in that kiss wholeheartedly, tasting vaguely of herdbeast and butter. "Just do your best, that's all I can ask for," says the goldrider, in between kisses and hands that investigate beneath Jo's clothing in order to make the most of her actual dessert. "Mmmhmm," is Jo's answer to doing her best, her kiss filled with her aggressive nature as she moves to try and shrug out of her riding jacket. Murmuring to Irianke's lips, "Got me in yer corner," she comments, her clever hands moving to dip beneath clothes to feel warm skin underneathe - and, to fulfill her promise of dessert like she had said. |
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K'del (22:54, 18 July 2015 (PDT)) said...
GASP.
I hate you both. :(
Jolie (22:59, 18 July 2015 (PDT)) said...
She's so convincing! D: And Jo's so evil. ._.
Alida (02:14, 19 July 2015 (PDT)) said...
Hey Jo, if this works out, you want Alida at your back? *nudge nudge wink wink junior wingsecond* ;) :D
Faryn (10:37, 19 July 2015 (PDT)) said...
Again, I find myself scared of everybody.
Edyis (19:47, 19 July 2015 (PDT)) said...
Mind you I bought the Team K'del t-shirt. But. I loved reading this.
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