Logs:The way things are
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| RL Date: 2 September, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Keysi |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Keysi talk, somethings are said, but mostly unsaid. |
| Where: Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
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>---< Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr (TP Room - HRW) >----------------------<
This larger sub-cavern - located not far from a tunnel accessing the
outside - has an arching ceiling and smooth-hewn walls to better
facilitate both safer workouts and better circulation for the Weyr's
residents, if the outside weather is inclement. Various implements are
stationed in ordered symmetry about the cavern, including free weights,
punching bags, and many others. Along the glow-lit walls are pegs for
holding clothing, and large mats hang from sturdier braces, allowing for
softer falls, while large covered bins and lockers hold smaller
necessities, such as boxing gloves, jump ropes, and more. The whole weyr has been buzzing of late, Snowdrift particularly so with the announcement of their wingleader taking over the acting Weyrleader position while K'del recovers down south. Tonight at least, the workout room seems comparatively quiet, well after duties and drills are done. Edyis is at the bags, already working one, hands wrapped and in a sleeveless tunic that leaves much of her tattooed flames and notably bruised midriff exposed. Tonight it's an especially vicious routine, her ponytail bouncing as she shifts into another set. Keysi is in a sour mood; that much can be determined simply by the way she walks into the room. She looks at no one, and her stormy eyes are stormier given the draconic-chatter glaze that haunts them heavily. It seems she's either in the midst of an argument or Neianth is scolding her about something, given knowledge about the pair's dynamics. Hands are already wrapped, probably done therapeutically for idle motion on her way through the tunnels to get here, and she has her back to the rest of the room as she slams a fist in the first bag she comes near. It's followed rapidly by numerous more; punches, strikes, palms, elbows, and best of all, hammer blows. It's an amount of anger she's only shown an outburst of a few times before, and it's likely a very good thing she made it here unbothered by passersby. It's the viciousness of the strikes, that extra snapping sound in the leather as it takes the blow that has Edyis looking up from her own workout, taking a moment to dry her face with a towel as she watches the former healer. "Don't you look royally pissed off." She chirps moving over to where she can watch, but also careful not to get into the danger zone. "You ok Keys, I don't suppose you want to talk about it?" "Fan-," Jab, cross, "-tastic." Keysi replies through her teeth, hissed at the strikes. As the bag swings back from a fourth hit, she misses. And, given the amount of effort she'd put into the swing, she stumbles a step forward. That one was Neianth's fault more than being out of control, any look at her face could tell someone that given how unfocused her eyes became over that moment. He must relent, because then she turns somewhat abruptly to look at Edyis. Heightened everything is steadied, controlled in a practiced inhale, exhale. "I'm fine." She offers, straighter, slightly- even if not wholly- believable. "How was your day?" Her words are tense but not dismissive, and she turns back to throw a much slower hook following her question. "See the problem is I know you better than that." Edyis remarks of the fantastic and the suddenly placid exterior. "All things considered, I am alive and kicking so that's always something." She exhales then her eyes shifting to the bag nearby, "Today? Well my new wing leader also happens to suddenly be acting weyrleader. Akluseth decided to chase in a senior flight so I feel like I went through a bar fight, but didn't actually get to enjoy the fun parts of doing so." Maybe it's the crookedness of her smile at the end that suggests she expects an honest answer when she asks, "So why are you beating the bag to a pulp?" "You just breezed over about eighteen different problems in about five-" Keysi, amidst another set of flurried strikes, misses again at the last. She swears under her breath, a long string of sharp words barely tellable for what they are except bad. "-Seconds." She eventually ends her sentence meant for ears beyond her own. "Any of them in particular bother you?" There's a sharp wince following her words, likely also the fault of her dragon, but the sting of how she says them is hardly characteristic; her usual shield, her mask pulled down enough that there's raw Keysi in those harsh tones. "Is it really a problem if you can breeze over it?" Edyis grins, but that easygoing smile doesn't hide the worry lines that mark her expression. "It isn't anything we can't survive." Then Edyis does something rather dangerous, which is getting between the brownrider and the bag. "Hey. Is he giving you problems?" Neianth she must mean, catching those uncharacteristic slips for what they are, but fully intending to look Keysi in the eye if she allows. "Y-" Keysi blinks, mild surprise betraying her as her reply is stuttered, "Yes." Brow furrows, as her intense stare looks over Edyis. "Do you realize why your wingleader became acting weyrleader?" Carefully crafted control forces incredulity down to a minimum, forces the violence that simmers under the surface into her curled fists, well-clipped nails biting into the cloth of her wraps.. "Yes, K'del's in southern doped out of his mind because someone managed to get a knife blade into the upper part of his back while he was visiting in Greenfields, nearly fucking killing him." That cheerfulness slipping however briefly, betraying something deeper beneath. Still Edyis steps away, perhaps sensing the violence beneath the surface, or else feeling it bubble up herself. Something dark flickers in her expression before Edyis moves over to a bag, starting up her own set then. "That doesn't count as something one of us can't survive?" Keysi, in all the time she'd struggled to keep herself separate, has no problem gathering the unity of that statement. There's a clear tension of her form at K'del's name, as if she already wasn't worked up enough. But instead of brimming over the lip of her rage, a flash of guilt colors her face and she turns away to keep her back to Edyis as she moves to her bag. The next jab she throws is sickeningly weak. "I haven't been to see him." The quiet statement is a shivery cold in contrast to her previous heated outburst. "Keysi he's alive, he's breathing and able to mostly keep his sense of humor." Edyis exhales softly, "That counts as surviving." There's something knowing in the dark eyed woman's expression at the last. "Visit him tomorrow or the day after, I'm sure R'hin can factor that in when he gives out your assignments. I'm sure he's already looking into the situation." Knowing well enough that the words aren't enough, but for the moment they have to be. She starts in on another set, controlled, practiced. "No." Keysi replies evenly to the concept of visiting, picking up enough momentum in her throws to find a rhythm of strikes in sequences that require no thought. Her mind is elsewhere, so it's done out of necessity. A healer who can't go see an injured man is hardly practical, it hardly makes sense- surely that can't be what she means? "I wasn't even here," or at Greenfields, of course, "when it all happened. I was looking into..." Her comment fades, she shakes her head, her face stern, unreadable, masked. There's a heavy sigh, she moves on. "How was it, with Akluseth?" The no, that earns a look from the dark eyed scribe, stilling the bag and shifting to focus her full attention on the brownrider. "Shit, Keysi. This isn't something you could have prevented if you were. You were looking into something that needed looking into." That Edyis doesn't pry into precisely what probably says something. "You will feel better if you do, if only because you've reassured yourself with your own eyes that he's fine." That she lets the subject shift briefly, it's probably a concession to her friend who normally keeps her emotions under wraps. "It was about to be expected, he had fun, I wound up with a few bruises and dealt with the flight lust with a friend after." Her tone restricted to something factual, but not cold. The guilt, and whatever is driving it, leads Keysi to leaving the subject behind despite what might've been comforting notions. A hook, jab, cross, and hook and the rhythmic zenning of the sound of wrapped skin to hide that coincides with them seems to smooth over the hackle-risen brownrider. "Who did you hit?" As clearly that's the most important aspect of the flight-aftermath. She doesn't need to see Edyis to be observant in what realm to not pursue questions in. "Was it as bad as it sounds?" Meaning, the human experience portion. It's an admittance; one that notes she's still avoiding. That she is leaving the topic behind, Edyis takes note. "I really don't remember, to be honest. I think I may have given some foreigner a black eye." Something about that fact causing her mouth to quirk, "The fact that it's hazy though, seems to makes the whole thing easier." Especially considering how little she is able to forget. There's an exhale, "If you are talking about the actual flight lust part, I think the aggression is something you'd do well with." There's a pause, and a rather slow blooming smile that curls, the kind that lights up the whole body. "If you are talking about sex, without dragons attached. The answer is no, it really isn't. Especially when you can find someone you trust, and who is willing to take things as slow or fast as you need the first time." Finally after a moment she asks, "Does Savannah feel like home yet?" Keysi throws a harder swing, and doesn't miss. A certain voice must be cleared from her immediate thoughts at this point. "I meant the flight, and I hope you did." There would be a faint grin to come into play there, but then the event turns more sour even if she's more stable in keeping her unreadable expression now, "I don't care about any of that." Stern and resolved in the fact, she's apparently quicker to dismiss it now than she was six months ago. If she notices the growing smile and the general change about Edyis, she doesn't give it any awarded attention. When the Snowdrift brownrider changes subject again, there's a minute change in Keysi. An ease into her punches, less stiffness in the steady dance around the bag. "I'm not what they need me to be yet." That could go for any newly-graduated weyrling. "But I need them." If most of what she's said so far hasn't been strange, that's equally as foreign. "And Snowdrift?" "I hope so too. Assholes, trying to get a knot in a weyr that isn't their own." But her tone seems more playful over the fact, studying Keysi noting the subtle shifts in expression, in what Edyis can and can't read plainly in her face. The confession regarding Savannah coaxes yet another knowing smile. "Maybe, but you will be. Sooner than you think." When Keysi mentions Snowdrift Edyis gives an easy shrug. "Mielline, isn't too difficult to get along with. And so far with the exception of a handful of people, we seem to be generally accepted there." Starting again, focused more on control and form than speed an impact. "They wanted us, so we are going to do our best to be what we are supposed to. Even if Akluseth still has the attention span of a vytol." "Good." Is noted evenly in regards to the wing. The audible rhythm of Keysi's training has lost its energy, and she steps back from it, regarding the bag as if the fault lies there. "I have to take care of some things before dark." She notes after some thought-laden pause, fingers of one hand already starting to untie the wraps. "Glad to see you're doing well, Ed." There is a drawing together of her brows then, and Edyis nods pensively. "Keysi," and she stops shaking her head. Her lips pursing as she reformulates the thought. "I am glad, You getting tapped into Savannah, I am happy for you." There is a pause then, "I hope we are still friends though, I know there are things you can't tell me, so please don't misunderstand my lack of prying." Whatever else weighing on her mind goes unsaid. The soft thump of her fist against the bag filling the room in steady tempo. Intense gaze lingers on Edyis a minute longer, "I'm sorry." The apology seems to encompass a whole range of things, but to which specifically, Keysi doesn't detail. "There's no reason to pry, and that has nothing to do with friendship. There's just a few things on my mind. And Neianth is," A very faint grin manages ease at least the edge of her lips, "Being particularly obnoxious." Not Akluseth's brand of obnoxious, of course, but his own. It's enough, it seems, that she needs to abbreviate the workout. The last note comes with a hand risen in a wave instead of a salute as she slips back out of the training room. |
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