Logs:Thieves' Diplomacy
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2015 |
| Who: Celestra, Ka'ge |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: As the stakes get higher for the storeroom thieves, Ka'ge seeks another option for approaching a confession. |
| Where: Celestra's Quarters, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Dee/Mentions |
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| It's morning, that time too early to be at breakfast- if there is any- but late enough that many should be up doing their morning routines. The typical group, that is. One weyrling isn't where he should be, though many wouldn't be surprised. It's one who has been avoiding the very door and its occupant with some mild degree of effort. A rap at the door to Celestra's quarters comes, not loud but not easily unheard either. To open it would find the hooded teen, with that attire she may have seen from afar with the rest of his class- that dull black more-grey attire, gloves, and a partially-shaded grin that lingers somewhere between eerie and smug. As for Celestra, the Harper is certainly within. It was some time yet for her shift to start in the Records Room and so she was simply seated at her desk, poring over a book as she scribbled notes onto a hide beside it. The soft rapping at her door causes her head to lift and peer at the door for a moment before the sound of scraping, the unmistakeable sound of a chair moving across the floor, can be heard from within. The door opens to find the tall hooded weyrling. The barest lift of one eyebrow is the only indication of surprise her expression might hold for his presence. "Good morning... may I help you?" "I'd like to have a word, if you don't mind." Polite words seem a little foreign from him, almost uncomfortable, though the arrogrant confidence about Ka'ge isn't compromised. Blue-green eyes, somewhat notable underneath his self-made shadows drops from her to his gloves as an idle motion tugs them better into place, tighter over his hands. "In private." He adds off-handedly, almost dismissive but ensuring she understands his intention to enter. The eyebrow lifts up ever further. Blue eyes bore into those blue-green ones of his, even as they break contact to shift downwards. The idle motion does not go unnoticed and Celestra's lips curl into a small smile at his last. The Harper moves from her doorway to give him room to enter, a gesturing hand motion to invite him in. Once inside, she closes the door softly behind her before resuming her seat at her desk, one leg crossing over the other as she folds her hands to rest in her lap. "You are... Ka'ge, correct? What is it, exactly, did you want to talk about?" Ka'ge dips his head and somewhat his shoulders too in what might be an appreciative if too-much bow of sorts. Lines of suppressed amusement touch the edges of his eyes as he passes by the harper close enough for it to be noticed, but he never turns from her enough to lose peripheral notation of her. "Aye, the one and only." The grin, broader, is still shallow as if even with him, business is more important than beating around the bush for the more interesting games that could be played with one well-studied in words. "Journeywoman Celestra." is returned, supposedly as a greeting but once he stops to lean against the wall some number of feet away from the harper, it's clear he's no desire to continue formalities. "There may be a problem, and I think you can help." A testing statement as he studies her from under that hood. Keen eyes never leave that of Ka'ge's form, observing his somewhat-bow, expression. The broad grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes as he confirms Celestra's guess as to his person. A nod of acknowledgement when her own name leaves his lips, just the barest inclination of her chin dipping downwards before coming back up. This harper was no stranger to the events and rumors that floated about the weyr, always keeping an ear out for anything and everything. Though exactly what problem the weyrling might have, is news to her yet. Her expression is stoic, whatever lingering amusement from earlier gone. "Do continue." She provides nothing else, neither promising anything nor denying her assistance. "What is your.. ah," Ka'ge picks his words carefully, the arrogrance fainter now as he proceeds. Though it may not even be the situation that's bothering him enough to make that fade. Harpers... "Experience, training, thoughts," A motion of one of those gloved hands indicates an 'et cetera' on that, "On talking in someone's place in defense on their position for causing a problem?" He's deliberately slow with the way he speaks, testing, the grin all but lost at this point. Celestra leans back in her seat, though her gaze never leaves Ka'ge's as he speaks. Though it does flicker to his gloved hand with his gesture. Her expression remains unchanged, quiet for a moment or two as she deliberates. "Diplomacy," she begins, releasing her clasped hands only to fold them across her midsection, "Is something I am wholly adept with." And something for which she was employed for quite often during her stay in Southern Boll. "Though," A pause. "My assistance would depend on the problem at hand." "That." Ka'ge agrees with her more appropriate word, a lopsided shrug of a shoulder. His arms fold across his chest, a twitch of his lips indicative of him watching his mouth at something that wants to come but doesn't. He takes a breath, a small sigh. "It would require your discretion. My experience with those in your craft don't often hold to that." He offers that much as cause for his delayed 'sharing', but he continues on, "I've come into some knowledge." He begins, stilling further idle motion to be particularly unreadable as he watches Celestra carefully, "On the thefts. And I know the one who did them will undoubtedly fuck it up if they go on their own to confess now that it's out in the open." There's a slightest shift of Celestra's expression, only marked by the lifting of an arched brow once more. "Discretion is not something I am unfamiliar with." Though it was true that many of her craft would not be known for such. Quite the opposite indeed. But diplomacy could be a delicate art, a play of words. There were those within the craft, unknown to many, that practiced the deceptive nature of spies and acted as such. Few and a selective bunch they were. She had indeed heard of the thefts and the recent discovery of things tucked away in unlikely places. It was anoter moment still as Celestra considered his words. "And so my part would be to speak on their behalf to ... ah... " A quick search for a fitting word. "Mitigate the situation?" "Aye." Is an easy answer, and Ka'ge lets a few moments pass to lay in the weight of the situation in that single confirmatory sound. "Because of who this is," He presses, amusement now utterly gone and a look about him that borderlines threatening in its seriousness, "It's a very delicate situation. I can't afford it to go wrong." He can't, apparently. But what does he matter? "The Weyr can't either." The addition implies more importance than just some boy that dresses weird. "I will do what it takes to ensure that." The stare he has on her implies something about that cryptic statement, but what exactly, he doesn't find it important to sculpt out quite yet. The weyrling lightens that intensity a touch by giving a pause before he offers her more necessary information- but yet only the necessary, "The cause behind the actions were meant for good reasons, or at least that's what this person intended. There was no implication of harm, just action where there was none for the Hold after the landslide." The weight of the situation is not lost on the Harper, though in the following silence, she adds nothing else. Words, however, were obviously needed. As Ka'ge continues, Celestra notes his expression, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Despite his youth and position, there was indication enough for her to realize that whoever it is he is talking about is not the only one involved. And whatever the other person's position is, must be high indeed. Especially if he believed the Weyr would be affected. "Hmm." It's a noncommittal sound, coming from the Harper. "And yet the ends do not always justify the means." she notes, though her tone is not patronizing, straightening her position as her gaze remains on Ka'ge's. "And what, precisely, do you believe might happen were I to not participate in mediating?" A question to satisfy her own curiosity or something else? Ka'ge is well-aware of the lack of committance in her response, and there's a beat or two in which he considers if he's gone far enough to be too far to simply leave. A tap of a gloved finger on his dark sleeve takes the place of that moment or thought. Eventually, "The items never left the Weyr, so there were no ends except the.. misplacement of objects from a locked stores." He gives another tidbit of information in that, something that identifies some of the complexity of the problem, "It was stupidity from the start," another shrug, a hint of annoyance that's short-lived, "And that's why this person could use your talents in.. diplomacy. A stupid young person made a bad decision that could ruin their life if it doesn't go well. A mistake that they know it was and wanted to confess before," Ka'ge pulls a hand from his folded posture to indicate the 'Weyr' beyond her door, likely meaning the discoveries. He clearly ignores her last question, and instead, "Am I wasting my time here?" The supplied information is indeed enlightening, if anything, on the situation. Celestra offers the barest of nods, again, acknowledgement for his words. The shrug, a flash of annoyance in his expression. All noted as the Harper further considers the matter at hand. A flicker of a glance to the door. The disregard of her question are curious, but otherwise not mentioned. She shakes her head once. "No, that you are not." She shifts, legs uncrossing as she moves to stand, starting a pace about her small quarters. "You have good foresight to seek assistance. I would merely like to be fully aware of the details before I become involved." She pauses about a foot away from him, peering up at him through his hood. "That is not unreasonable, I should hope?" Ka'ge straightens from his leaning as she approaches, drawing on that mocking, arrogant grin that he'd had when he'd walked in the door. His eyes narrow a little bit, but it still seems.. subdued under the matter at hand. He has no problem with less personal space and he even takes his own step forward to make that about half a foot. "I will give you nothing else but a name." He answers, his volume dropped further but not quite a whisper even if eerie is the best way to describe it. "Speaking to her will give you a better idea of why I need you." The words are disgusting in his mouth. He doesn't need people. But the unnamed is now, at least, gendered. And she won't let him represent her, so there has to be another option. "If I give you this name and I hear it-or mine- in rumors before the meeting... I will be back." To talk, of course. What else could he possibly do? But his eyes relax their stare, flicking up and down the journeywoman at this close distance, the edges of his lips drawn in a grin that falters as he gives the last piece of his puzzle, for which he assumes she's familiar, "Dee." The decrease in distance between the two only results in Celestra leaning her head back slightly to be able to look up at him. Her eyes narrow at his next, though already he has given her enough information to assess the situation. The last, and likely most important piece is yet to be spoken. His tone does nothing to face her yet stoic expression, nor does the implied threat? As confident as his grin might make him appear, the Harper senses the uncertainty at the falter. The name, once given, does indeed fit nicely into the equation, filling in the unanswered questions that she may have had. "As I have previously mentioned, I am familiar with discretion. And you shall have mine, whether or not you choose to believe me." She pivots in place, stepping several paces away. "When will I be able to speak with her?" Her body turns to face him once more, waiting, assuming he would be the one to arrange it rather than have the Harper seek the young goldrider in question. Ka'ge watches her as she steps away, but given the release of that more tense 'moment', he turns a shoulder to her to face himself towards the doorway but doesn't yet head towards it. "Tonight I'll tell her." Warn her is the real word to be used there. And there's some aspect that gives away some exhaustion in the matter, though faint it is intermixed with a breath of a chuckle at the concept of believing her. But he elects not to comment on it, instead answering the more important. "Soon. I'd rather not waste anymore time. It's already precarious enough." A step or two is taken for the door, "I'll be in touch with firelizard." For he, certainly, won't be coming back here willingly. "Understood." Celestra offers a nod, stepping towards the door now that she sees him facing it. "I shall be waiting." That said, the door is opened, the Harper standing to the side of it to give the weyrling room to leave. "Good day, Ka'ge." is her deparating phrase when he leaves her room. Once gone, the door closes softly behind him with no other departing phrases. Celestra lets out a soft sigh, relaxing her shoulders as she makes her way to her bed. A hand goes to her temple, rubbing the ache that has begun to make its presence known. She could only hope for to ease the situation... but her unease would only be relieved after she spoke with Dee, it would seem. It was going to be a long day. |
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