Logs:Tree-Bashing
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| RL Date: 10 April, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo comes upon one angry weyrling. Alida has some questions for her. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| It might be late at night - too late for the traditional weyrlings to be outside - but Alida's here anyway, the blonde standing alone near one of the benches beneath the trees. On occasion, she seems to be doing something *to* one of those trees...like maybe punching it? Unknown, since it's mostly dark, except for Timor and Belior above, and a mostly closed glow basket sitting upon the bench. Booted steps could alert one trained for it to realize that they're no longer alone. A little bronze firelizard flies in first, seeming to give Alida the customary chirp of greeting before he's out of range and Jo arrives right after. Hands in her pockets, she seems to have been walking for awhile this night, her gaze far away, though, once she catches that familiar blonde hair, her steps stop. She watches from a distance, for awhile, saying nothing. For now, observing with an unreadable expression present. Yeah, bootsteps are a kind of dead-giveaway. Not necessarily firelizards, but a chirrup in conjunction *with* the former... Still, the little beasties are kind-of rarer up here in the far north, and so sight of one of them brings Alida's gaze up to the little blighter, greens watching the bronze disappear before they move around, trying to locate his owner. Ain't easy in the night, especially when one is only human. Unlike her, Jo has dark hair, and she also wears dark clothes, so all the bluie has to go on are those bootsteps. At least she's stopped whacking the tree. Jo stands there, a bit in the shadows, not choosing to reveal herself until the last moment. Her steps resume before her words would reach Alida's ears, approaching from behind and to the side. "A bit late in the night to be showin' that tree what's what," is her greeting, acknowledging that she was there. She steps up to the side and nods, adding, "Yer either pissed off or yer workin' out some overdue frustrations. Which is it?" A little bit of goading there - of teasing - which is the bluerider's way. Still pugnacious after her earlier encounter, Alida remains under 'her' tree, unwilling to give an inch on anything right now...and so Jo's 'treated' to the blonde's stark little frown and glare, even as she oh-so-conveniently lets it be seen that she was *stabbing* the tree with a knife...the thing slid back home into a sheath at hip without a glance. "Whadda' *you* think?" is grumbled out towards the approaching bluie. Dark eyes falling on the knife, "I think yer carvin' a heart and...is that...'lida'n'some boy's name I can'...forever, carved inside of it?" Jo even makes out to be peering forward, as if there's indeed a carving there. The act doesn't linger though, for the convict rider drops it right after and gives the former guard a look with folded arms and a sardonic, "What the fuck else should I think? Yer stabbin' a tree could mean that yer as happy as a whore with marks, for all I know about yer moods. If not, then at least let me stab with ya." "Why doncha' come 'n see?" the blonde invites oh-so reassuringly, then giving Jo another sour, dark look. The older bluie's next words, however, manage to call up a stark blurt of blackest humor from Alida, the sound of it like a wheezing hyena that was cut off mid-laugh. Finally, around a loud snort, the weyrling offers a mocking little bow, and seems to offer the tree to Jo. "Fucker won't die." "So ya can try and add one more knife cut to my body?" Jo knows that game all too well, smirking a bit Alida's way. "I count that as foreplay. Ya ain' flirtin' with me, are ya?" There's a snort and when the tree is offered, "Ya know what, I change my mind. Rather watch ya at work. Ya can tell me who the tree is that just won' die for ya. Do I know'em?" A small shrug and a grin that a shark might own are Alida's only answers for Jo's first inquiry, though the other woman's next comments inspire a patently false batting of long eyelashes and a fake smooch on the air. As for revealing who the tree might be a poor stand in for...well, the weyrling only smirks in guarded fashion, slowly reaching for that same knife once again, and baring it with an efficient little tug. The moonlight...doesn't shine off of the blade of the thing...not one little bit, even as it's plunged with a sudden, underhanded motion into where someone else's carved heart dwells. A flare of something within green eyes with the imagined hit soon dies away, the ex-guard staring at the blade's hilt while murmuring, "Likely." A few moments for thought presages cool green eyes turning over to Jo, followed by a clipped inquiry, "Whadda' ya' think uv' workin' with a big knot versus workin' behind the scenes?" There's an equally fake hand to her chest towards the batting eyelashes as Jo says in a deadpan manner, "Alida's makin' eyes at me. Think I felt my heart skip a beat." Hand drops and she jerks her chin towards the tree in question before that question seems to be put to her out of the blue. The bluerider looks sidelong at her in that moment before she answers with a brisk and casual, "Big knots can trip ya up if most yer business is behind the scenes. Too many people wantin' to look in on ya and yer progress. I don' like havin' a whole lotta eyes on me unless it's because they're starin' at my ass or somethin', ya get me?" There's a lift of one corner of her lips as she steps a little forward and turns to face Alida. "However, it ain' bad havin' a big, fat, shiny knot though. A little power does certain people good. Might do me good, one day, but it ain' everythin' when it really comes down to it. Why?" A snort rife with unspoken dark humor and sarcasm are Jo's answer for the continued banter between them, the blonde now working on prying her blade from the tree. She stuck it in deep, so even though the things is fiercely sharp, it'll take some intent work to free the thing. While she does so, Alida listens to her fellow bluie's take on her question, green eyes occasionally flicking from her work to the older woman, a faint smirk given to that ass peering comment. "Like I thought..." is murmured starkly, the weyrling then noting, "Whatcha' gonna do with that big knot if it's awarded to ya? Not like we're in a Pass...no scored hides at stake." No, she *didn't* answer that 'why.' "Depends," is Jo's answer to what she would do with a knot. "If I'm expected to lead, I'll lead. Build a good rapport with those I'm leadin'. Make them loyal to me like it is out there-" 'there' being, the wildlands where guards are the law. Watching Alida try and free the stuck knife with barely hidden amusement on her features, "Make'em uniquely useful to the Weyr they're protectin', I suppose. Yer right. No Pass, but that don' there ain' anythin' worth doin'. Still gotta keep the Weyr from burnin' down to the ground, ya know?" There's a pause before she notes, "Ya ask of me a lot, and give little, if anythin', away yerself. I could be bullshittin' with ya because of that." "You sound like Quinlys..." is snerked out, Alida instantly dour for giving up some bit of emotion before Jo. "Suppose you think that position'd be yer due..." is clipped off in a neutral voice, the knife finally plucked from the tree, absently spun about in her hand to reverse it, and again sheathed. Along the way to such the ex-guard notes, "Couldn't help notice ya' standin' up there with Aishani Hatching night." Greens flick over out of their corners to peer at Jo. "Kinda' outing yerself 'n yer basic stance." Shrug. Headquirk. "So many folk here think the other party's gonna fuck up some way. Either gotta' be their way 'r the flyway." And when the full rider calls her out like that, the weyrling finally pivots to fully face the ex-con, a soft smile upon her lips. "You could be. I tend ta' err in favor uv' people tellin' me at least half truths, if not outright lies when it comes ta' personal shit." Beat. "So whaddaya want?" Jo gives silence through most of that, leaning on one leathered leg. "Then I must have said somethin' right," she snerks almost dryly. "Ya can always do the very opposite of what I've just said. Done that so many times in weyrlin'hood myself." There's a pause, especially in regards to what happened at the hatching before the ex-con smiles far too quickly and notes, "Didn' want to talk about it then, when I approached ya about it. Now ya do?" Beat. Dark eyes meet green steadily, and hands spread out from their crossed position as she says, "Don' tell me ya think she's a dirty criminal like me, too, like all the other bastards in this place, eh? Guess it makes sense. Since ya know I came from the mines, and yer boyfriend now does, too." Her gaze is pointed, now. "So what, yer one of those that like to sit on the fence? Of course someone's gonna fuck up. Just gotta make sure it ain't you that does." As to what she wants, there's a sniff as she rubs absently at her nose and looks around them. "Gotta give to get, darlin'. Take risks. Life ain' fun when ya don'. There's shit I wanna know about ya, but not tonite. Not now. Sometime soon. If ya take the risk," and a brow lifts at that. "Ya can spend that time lyin' to me if ya want to. I'll just lie, too. I've gotta whole lot of fake stories to tell." "Like enough other people, I'm just tryin' ta' survive..." Alida notes dryly in return to Jo at the talk about weyrlinghood, though a knowing little smirk is offered up in return to the dark-haired woman when she smiles so quickly. "People...evolve." And shit changes. "Quinlys? Nah, I don't think so..." a flippant hand gesture presages the blonde's, "...and K'del 'n H'kon are *much* too shiny ta' be the good criminal types." A quick lift of one pale brow at word of mines and boyfriends might show the ex-guard's curiosity, her next comment inviting further words from the rider with a drawled, "Please, do tell." Grin. "Do I look like a fence-sitter ta' you?" And then there's talk of fucking up, and the young woman goes a little dour once more, finally volunteering, "*Everybody* fucks up, sooner 'r later. How bad depends on how good you 'n yer backup are, 'n how much shit falls apart." Listening further to the con makes Alida rub her forehead, her lips twisting some as she mutters, "Why haven't you driven people ta' insanity in yer time here?" "I adapt," Jo puts out there on evolving, that smile cocky. "Aishani and Taikrin are good people. Better'n me." As to boyfriends, she drops her chin and merely states, "K'zin. His dragon came knockin' to mine, and he was askin' about whether or not it was true I was an ex-con. Don' see how else he got that information." And then, fence-sitting. There's a smirk for it that's curious-looking. "Dunno what ya look like," is her counter to that question. "Dunno much about ya to really guess either way." Beat. That last actually gets her rough-sounding laughter before she states, simply, "Tricks of the trade." "So you say..." Alida smirks back to Jo of the other two womenfolk, the blonde then shrugging. "Everybody's got good 'n bad points. Just normal." Cue a snort for that particular word...and then the weyrling's honestly blinking, quirking her head...and looking thoughtful. "Here's a little gift ta' ya', then, for sharin' with me: a truth. I never spoke ta' Waki about yer status. Ever." And the more the guard roots around in her thoughts, the more she has to wonder *who* could've known that...and finding herself not too pleased with where the trail leads. "Shells... I'm just *me*..." is clipped offhandedly in laconic non-answer, the 'ling giving a small twinkling smile. And that's just how she likes it: folks not having too much on her...though Jo's last words incite a roll of eyes. "Just like it's normal for some to focus on a person's bad points, than their good," Jo counters on that, seeming to agree with that statement anyway. She frowns a bit at the name - Waki - but she gives a grunting nod to that gift as it was before she says, "Thanks. Not that it matters. There's worse rumors out there, but..." But. She doesn't finish it, choosing instead to step back from the tree, the next on Alida just being Alida earning her a brief study from where she stands. "Offer still stands, anyway," she gives on that, the smirk briefly before it clears. "If I haven' driven ya insane. Gotta get goin', though and let ya get back to yer tree-bashin'." "Bad's more glarin', easier ta' pick apart... like you apparently bein' a convict...'n me havin' a bad temper." There's more dark humor and again, sourness, for her own observation, Alida then bobbing her own head back to Jo's thanks. "Rumors gotta' way uv' taking on a life uv' their own...leadin' to lots uv' bullshit." Apparently the blonde doesn't care for them. "How 'bout a drink 'n comparin' notes sometimes...speakin' uv' offers." Smirk-grin. "No, not yet." Speaking of insanity. "Actually made me feel a bit better. So delight in that rare gem 'n hold it dear ta' yer heart, for next time I'll likely wanna gut ya from stem ta' stern." Snort. "Have a day." Jo snorts on the first, but it's clear she cannot dispute what's said since she grumbles out, "Ain' that the truth." Beat. "And sure, we'll drink. Yer on." That last does have her snorting again as she heads off, palming a hand over her heart as she goes and tosses over her shoulder, "There's goes my flutterin' heart again, Alida." Her laughter will even linger a bit after she's gone. |
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