Logs:Running in the Rain
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| RL Date: 13 February, 2013 |
| Who: Z'ian, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Z'ian thinks he's almost done being sick and goes for a run. Jo disagrees. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 13, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Heavy Rain |
| Mentions: Taikrin/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. Hey, what shouldn't you be doing when it's freezing outside, there's heavy rain and you're getting over a cold? Go outside in those conditions you say? Surely you must be joking. Z'ian didn't get that memo. The bronzerider isn't going to keep in physical condition if he lets a little thing like illness (or a rain storm) stop him from going for his afternoon jog! He's not exactly dressed for this kind of weather, but he does have a hat on so that has to count for something in all of this. When he reaches the far side of the lake, he stops by the trees and benches. He leans over and puts his hands to knees, catching ragged breah. Breath that's indicative of how he really shouldn't be doing what he's doing right now. Imperfect weather seems like perfect weather for convict riders to be out and about. Their dragons missing and seeming to be fine in the rain, Jo, Kaitlin and M'ron are heading towards those same benches that Z'ian is jogging towards. Jo looks completely drenched, and oddly enough, she's dressed in a long drab-brown overcoat with matching pants instead of her usual black leathers. She's dressed similar to the other two, and the three of them seem engaged in some talk that sounds leisurely enough - which must not be since it all comes to a stop before the bronzerider. "Zach," Jo calls out, suddenly, stepping from the two flanking her. Of course both Kaitlin and M'ron eyes the man intently as he's doubled over. She reaches him with drops of rain leaking from her hair, looking him over. "Runnin'? In the rain?" she points out now with slight amusement. Nothing to see here, not dying or anything. Z'ian turns at the sound of his name but he doesn't move from the hands-on-knees position yet. He does raise one to wave at the two other riders, even flashing them an easy smile. Something that likely seems completely out of place at this juncture. To Jo he turns his chin up, eyes drifting over her change in wardrobe. "Hey, nice coat." He coughs and clears his throat, taking a few seconds to let his lungs and chest ease out. "Sure, why not? There's less people to weave around when it's raining. They all go indoors." Except for these three, he flickers an unconscious glance towards Kaitlin and M'ron. When Z'ian waves at them, Kaitlin, nodding to him and looking all kinds of leery. M'ron's not all that friendly. Jo snorts when he notices her brown coat, her hands going inside its pockets as she gives a shrug and answers, "Ya like it? Just for this weather we're havin'. Soaked through my leathers and I'm gettin' them dried. Ya don' look so good to be out, though." She's turning her head to see his face better, that flicker of concern perhaps detectable through that tough girl exterior of hers. When Z'ian looks to those behind her, the bluerider, turns a fraction and jerks her head in their direction. "Kaitlin. Jormunth's. M'ron, Hiyudath's." That's her introduction, and Kaitlin's quick to put in a playful, "And you're Z'ian. Seen you around. He's looks fine to me, Jo." She doesn't seem to be talking about his health, either. M'ron says nothing, seeming to glare the bronzerider down before he moves over to touch the other brownrider by the elbow and grunts out, "We'll see you around, Jo." He was leaving, and he was taking Kaitlin with him. "So... you're just wearing the coat and the pants there?" Z'ian obviously alluding to whether or not there's a top on underneath that. This question he asks from his doubled over position, the one he's beginning to work out of. Arched eyebrow, just a touch suggestive. "I'm alright, I felt better this morning. I figured that the worst was passed." Which it might very well be, except for that part where he shouldn't have gone running out in the rain. He smiles incorrigibly to Kaitlin, still managing to pull off the charming look despite being more pale than usual. "Yeah? Seen you around too." M'ron gets a quick look over and his expression changes to amusement as he finally straightens completely. When the others are out of earshot he comments with no small amount of mischief, "I don't think one of your friends there liked me too much." Cue a small cough. "Yer thinkin' I should just drop the coat right here, right now, for ya to find out?" Jo counters, taking any bit of suggestive talk and running full pelt with it in her dark gaze. Studying his doubled-over position, she adds, "I don' think yer ready for any real coat talk." She doesn't look wholly convinced in what Z'ian answers about on his health, the convict rider shaking her head to him as she says, "Yer one that love to glutton for punishment, hmm? I won' be surprised if yer sicker tonite than ya were yesterday. All because ya had to run today. Right now." His words to Kaitlin gets a snort from Jo, but a beaming smile from Kailin all the more, who's watching their exchange too closely. "You should come hang with us at the Rusty Nail," she offers, with there being a coquettish tilt to her head despite M'ron now trying to lead her off. "Really. We could use a pretty face in this group." Then the two brownriders were off, the blonde woman looping an arm around the taciturn M'ron's as Jo states to that note of mischief, "M'ron doesn't care for outsiders," is her wry answer, the woman looking after them as they head back toward the lake shore. "Took awhile to even get him to trust me." "I wasn't going to suggest it myself, but if you're going to offer. Who am I to refuse?" It doesn't seem to matter that what she said wasn't actually an offer of any sort. Z'ian directs a wondering gaze and lifted eyebrow for her coat again anyway. When another dry cough takes him, he wheezes slightly. "You're probably right on that." He admits, albeit sort of reluctantly. His reticence on the last doesn't stop him from firing back a quick, "Oh, sure. Anytime. Send me a line." to Kaitlin before she's hauled off by the other brownrider. Catching that snort from Jo, he flashes her an amused smile and nudges her with his elbow. "Not if you'd rather I didn't, though." That's added more quietly for her ears, not Kaitlin and M'ron. His eyes follow the exit of the two riders, "Well, not everyone is a friendly and charming as the two of us. Some people are just suspicious." He clears his throat again, giving his chest a quick pounding with his fist. Stalking towards the bronzerider, and doesn't seem to care that he's sick and as such, she could get sick too, Jo has her hands on the front of that coat - as if she was going to do just that. Exhibitionist. Tossing her wet hair back and keeping her intense gaze right on him, she slowly undoes the buttons on the coat on downwards until they were fully free and then...pulls it away playfully to reveal that she is fully clothed. She has on a heavy grey top that's tucked messily into her brown pants, the white ornate hilts of two knives jutting out for view from her attached belt. There's laughter from her as she gives Z'ian a good look before she's doing up the buttons on the coat and saying, "Not nearly as arousin', is it. Ya can thank my wing for that." Hands going back into pockets, "Taikrin's upped the number of drills we gotta attend since she took the knot," she explains almost dryly. "Not too irritating. Tac and I can do most that stuff in our sleep." His answer to Kaitlin, then to her along with that nudges gets a warmer grin from the convict rider along with, "Rusty Nail ain' no Snowasis," seeming to warn. "But ya can come. We just drink up, play some cards away from the Weyr. They're trouble, though. The two of them. Fleece ya blind with Kait on yer lap and Ron's hand in yer pockets." And she isn't trouble, right? When Z'ian clears his throat, she looks back at him and drops deadpan, "Yer gonna die out here." Deep down, he probably doesn't actually believe that she isn't wearing a shirt underneath that coat. But for a couple of seconds, Z'ian lets himself believe. And who could really blame him? He takes in a sharp breath and then... sighs, rolling his eyes upwards. "No, not so much. So it's Taikrin's fault that you're not half naked in front of me right now?" The bronzerider slams his hand into his fist. With what is definitely mock fury, "Damn her. That woman is sucking all the joy out of this weyr. She has to be stopped." Yes, that should be put to the top of the list of problems the Weyr has right now. Jo not being half-naked outside in the rain. Dropping the theatrics, he laughs low. "It's not? And here I thought it was a twin setting." He casts a look her way and then snorts amusedly. "If Kaitlin's on my lap and M'ron sticks his hand in my pocket, he's going to be in for a surprise. And it won't be that I'm secretly rich." Z'ian seems content with letting Jo fill in the blanks on what that surprise would be. His hand goes up to massage at his throat and he winces a little, then a little more when she deadpans him. "You sure?" There's pleased laughter from Jo for the theatrics, the woman stating, "Drills are over and Taikrin doesn' have to ruin our fun anymore. There's a weyr above where there's towels and all sorts of manner of undress." It's all enticing, too, the bluerider passing him that smile of pure promise. It'll get them both out of the weather, too. Z'ian's words on the two convict riders has her laughing outright, settling the coat more comfortably as she says, "And then I might be just a tad bit jealous of them both," she drawls, stalking closer as she speaks. "Just a tad." But all manner of play lets off when Z'ian massages his throat and she closes the distance to put a hand to his cheek - as if she was testing him for a fever without overtly doing so. Looking pointed, "Ya gonna keep runnin', crazed man?" she asks now, letting her mirth bleed. "Or comin' up?" Z'ian is pretty soaked to the bone too at this point, so the offer is enticing on just about every front. "She better not ever actually ruin our fun." He comments, his mouth curving into a crooked little grin as he slings one damp arm around her shoulders to draw her in. It's definite that he's looking pleased with himself when she laughs and he tips head obligingly so that she can put that hand to his cheek. Clearing his throat again, "Just a tad? I guess I'll take a little jealousy over none at all." He rolls his eyes up at the raining sky, blinking into the water droplets. When he looks down again, his smile is more sly than crooked and joking. "I'm coming up." There's a promise in that and leans in, brushing a soft kiss onto her forehead. With Z'ian slinging one damp arm over her, Jo seems pretty content to be there, under his arm. Close enough now to inflict something, she's elbowing him lightly enough in the ribs for his first. "She and I would have a little chat involvin' no words, otherwise," is her answer, and when her hand comes away from his cheek, "And yer gonna feel like shit tonite. I've got some stuff that could help up in my weyr." There's a smirk on jealousy before she drawls back, "I think I'm startin' to rub off on ya. Next ya'll be sportin' black leather and getting' a few drinks in the face." She laughs at her own words, and once Z'ian agrees, she nods firmly and gestures for them to move on ahead. "Good," she says to him coming up with her. To that kiss to her forehead, "I can take care of ya before I've got my runs to go on," she purrs, and something about that probably alludes to more than just getting dry and offering the man any help for his being under the weather. She gestures for them to head out, her body leaning into his as the rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. "Would that be a sexy chat or a fists in your face chat?" Z'ian asks, giving her a toothy grin. She's either rubbing off on him or he's in some sort of rare humor for a guy who has been coughing up his lungs. "With everyone offering me their leftover medicine, I'm going to have a full pharmacy in my weyr in no time." He jokes before following the gesture to get moving. The ill man sets their feet on the shortest path around the lake and back to the bowl. "I'm sure that you can. Don't worry, I won't get in the way of your likely very capable nursing skills." There's a dropped pitch in tone, he knows this taking care of isn't just about patting his face with a damp towel. She can expect more of this poor, sexually charged humor for the majority of the return trip back to her weyr. |
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Comments on "Logs:Running in the Rain"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 13 Feb 2013 20:40:18 GMT.
"Would that be a sexy chat or a fists in your face chat?"
Oh, Z'ian. With those two, it can be both! :D ...not really. ._.
K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 13 Feb 2013 21:36:08 GMT.
You win the 'first RP in the new room' award! Go you!
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