Logs:Simiron's Security
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| RL Date: 13 February, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Oliwer |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin has a problem. Well, several. Oliwer tries to help with the ones he can. Some things can't be helped. |
| Where: Oliwer's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Gvanna/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Simiron/Mentions, V'ros/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| K'zin hasn't made it too regular a habit to seek out Oliwer after one of his visits to Tillek, but today finds them drinking tea in the healer's quarters, the bronzerider wearing a troubled expression as he looks at his cup. "Sorry. What were you saying?" He looks apologetically to the older man, now looking troubled and guilty for having gotten distracted. Oliwer is studying the bronzerider, brow furrowed with his own concern. It might not be personal, though. Oliwer's job is to be concerned with the welfare of other people. And K'zin happens to be a people. "Is the man doing well? Simiron? Are you doing well?" "As well as can be expected," K'zin answers with a sigh, reaching up to rub his face. "Him, not me. Well, me too, I suppose." The bronzerider looks at the fire a moment before forcing his brown gaze onto the healer. "Simiron's not very happy in his work, but being close to the sea is better than being far away or useless, I expect. The healers are looking after him, which, you know, doesn't fix his problem, but at least there's people to care and do what they can. He hasn't told me much more than we knew already." This surely isn't why Oliwer is asking, but perhaps it helps K'zin to say it aloud. "And I... I don't know what to do." It seems an honest vulnerability as he looks toward the flames again. "I don't know what he expects. He's not in a state to be at sea. It's a shame, to be sure, and I suppose it's his decision to do as he wishes, with the information he has, but," Oliwer trails off since that's probably not something K'zin is here to discuss in great depth. "Perhaps he doesn't know more than that, hmm?" The journeyman tries to look sympathetic and he doesn't want to press, but he asks, "What do you want?" To do? From the situation? He leaves it up for K'zin to decide. "He might not know anymore," K'zin allows with a shrug, "or he might feel those bonds of kinship that are developed between men that serve together in a task and feel he shouldn't betray their memories. We can't really expect him to be on our side, but that won't stop me from trying to win him over." He chews his lower lip. "K'del chewed me out. I involved someone else. A former guard I was a weyrling with. I thought she could keep track of him in case he decided to vanish. I'm no good at that. K'del was pissed." He sighs s'more. "So I put off telling her where he was, and now..." He shakes his head. "I don't think he's going to run." Oliwer does look somewhat concerned for the Weyrleader chewing anyone out. Especially in something he was involved in. But he refrains from asking if his involvement is known. Even if it is, he would have heard something by now were he in trouble. "It's not in his best interests to run. Not if he has the care that he needs. He seems like an intelligent man. He knows that." There's a pause before he asks, "And your friend? Is she wanting to know where he is?" "That's the thing." K'zin seizes upon it, turning to face the healer more directly, taking the moment to even scoot his chair a little more under the table so he can lean forward. "She's not my friend. We were, once. Agreed to be partners back when we were young and stupid and dreamed of changing the world. But things happened and we had a falling out. Anyway, I thought she'd be good for this, but now... I'm not sure it's a good idea. I mean, what if she kills Simiron? She's got just as much temper as V'ros and more training. It's not like Simiron is diplomatic. I mean, she's supposed to be invisible when she does it, but what if she doesn't. I don't know that I trust her not to go and talk to him herself. And then his death is on me." K'zin's down the rabbit-hole, but he looks truly concerned about it as he turns his eyes back to the closest thing to a mindhealer in the room. "Can you tell her that you don't need her... her services anymore? Perhaps if she knows that the Weyrleader is aware of the situation, it won't become, well, more of a situation." Surely the woman can't be that unpredictable that she wouldn't respect the Weyrleader's displeasure, right? Oliwer sips at his tea but watches the younger man as though he'd like to be more comforting that he is, but isn't sure how. K'zin has to frown. He might like to say something more colorful, but he goes for the tactful but dull, "No, she'll just decide I've betrayed her again, even though I never did the first time she thinks I did. But I'm not sure there's anything for it. I don't want to be flayed alive by my weyrleader and she hasn't given me any reason to owe her anything." He hesitates, "And she pissed him off herself recently. And I'm not even sure how to handle it. I don't want to even mention her name to him now. It'll just link me with her all the more and I like my weyrleader, damnit." His frustration makes him clink the teacup onto the table and rise so he can pace the cramped distance available in front of Oliwer's hearth, hands rising to rub through his hair with agitation. Oliwer sits back to watch the younger man pace with a frown, settling his hands, still wrapped around his mug, in his lap. "You don't have to mention her to the Weyrleader. But she doesn't have to know that. Even if something were to happen to Simiron, you did right by getting him the help he needs and finding him a job." Even if he doesn't like it. "If he wants to go upsetting dangerous people," because, let's face it, neither he, the bronzerider, nor V'ros fit the description very well, "that's on him and whoever he upsets. Everything will be okay, K'zin." "But if I'm the one to make the connection between them, then it's on me if something happens," K'zin insists as he paces. "And if I cut her out, she might have the balls to go to the Weyrleader. I'd told her she could, to verify what I was telling her was the truth since she'd never have taken my word on it alone. Which is how I got in trouble in the first place." He frets. It's honest fretting there by the fire, but at least he turns his back so the healer doesn't have to watch him fret. "I'm not sure I'm following. So the Weyrleader does know about her involvement?" Maybe it's the fact that Oliwer is starting to feel like he might like a stronger drink that makes him ask, "Would you like some wine? It might help you relax." "He does," K'zin answers, "He gave me permission in the end because he felt like he had no other recourse. But now... If I bring her name up, given the recent whatever that has her drilling with my wing instead of her own and some something going on down at the Hold that K'del's pissed about... He'll just hate me more. At this point, I don't want him ever to even think my name along with hers. I want to be an assistant weyrlingmaster. That change of position has to go over his desk. I've got things to lose, besides just the guilt of whatever might happen to Simiron if he mouths off to Alida about his dragonrider hate." He doesn't answer about the wine, but who can think of wine at a time like this?! The healer takes a short time to mull over these things, watching K'zin all the while. "I think that if she's lasted this long, she's not going to do something that stupid. Especially if K'del is already aware of her involvement." Oliwer is trying to sound as reasonable as he possibly can. "If nothing else, I can bring her up to him, if you like. It doesn't have to involve you. I could tell him I saw her while I was visiting him or something." Look, Oliwer is willing to lie to make K'zin feel better. That should be worth something. "No, that's the thing, she hasn't lasted this long. I never told her who he was or where to find him because I wanted to see if I could get anything else from him before possibly exposing him to her abrasive personality." The bronzerider sighs and rubs a hand over his face before turning back to the healer to retake his seat and reclaim his teacup. K'zin only sounds a little miserable when he says, "This is my bed of nails to lie in or figure out how to dismantle, but thanks. And thanks for listening. I probably sound half crazy at least." There's a troubled look for that and a slight shake of his head before he sips from his cup. "You don't sound crazy, K'zin. In my professional opinion, I think you're letting this stress you out more than is strictly necessary." But Oliwer won't ask him if he has a history of anxiety right now. He can always look at his file later, after all. "But I'm always willing to listen. I'm sorry I can't be much more help than that." Oh and what a look that file is sure to be. K'zin is happily unaware of any interest in his file. "The ear is helpful. K'del's already pissed I told Alida. And he doesn't even know I told Tela. Since you're the only one he actually okayed to be in on any of this, I figure you're the guy to talk to when I need to talk." Lucky Oliwer! He sips his tea. "It's good tea," he adds as, perhaps, a segue to lighter topics. "I'm sure I'll figure it out," is his last reassuring, if not entirely certain comment on the heavier things. "Everything will be fine, K'zin. You'll see." Oliwer offers the younger man another, warm, smile. He'd probably hug him if he were more of the hugging type. But he doesn't move from his seat, just lifts his mug to sip at his tea again. "I can get you some for your own collection, if you like. Or maybe I should hold it hostage so you keep having an excuse to come visit me." He's more than willing to shift to a lighter topic. |
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