Logs:When Is It Enough?
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| RL Date: 20 November, 2007 |
| Who: A'son, N'thei, Amerie |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 11, Month 4, Turn 14 (Interval 10) |
| Enter A'son, sweaty looking and gross. It's more than likely that he just got off drills by the look of him and the well, odor. The warmer cavern he starts to peel off his jacket and other riding bits and pieces. All the while he moves slowly around, interrupting a conversation or two to ask, "Seen Jolak? Funny looking kid? Blonde hair? Long winded? Thinks he's an inventor? No, alright then." When it seems he's made his rounds around the entirety of the cavern, the bronzerider makes his way to the exit. The expression on his face represents clear displeasure at his failure. "Damn kid. How hard can it be to find someone? Shards." "When you're looking for someone, they say it's best to just stay still until someone finds you." N'thei volunteers this information from the corner of the room, where he sits in one of the big chairs with his feet on a stool, provides himself with an ample view of the comings and goings both from the dorm and the lower caverns. He really does wait till A'son's made his way around the entire room, even until he's on his way out the door. "Or maybe that's for when you're lost. Either way." A'son has dark brown eyes set underneath equally dark eyebrows. He sports an overgrown crewcut in definite need of a trimming. His ears are a little bigger than would be desirable. He has a strong jaw, angular face and a straight nose. A shadow of a beard covers his face and his lips are shapely, though often pressed together in a firm line. He's not so tall, standing at a modest 5'10. His shoulders also aren't that wide. Work-worn hands are attached to muscled forearms and shoulders. On days that he's wearing cut off pants or a bathing suit, it would be noted that he has well developed legs, indicative perhaps of lots of physical labor. Amerie's point of entrance is from the caverns, nose wrinkled delicately in the wake of some unpleasant smell or the other. As she pauses just inside the common room, her dark gaze flicks first A'son's way - the offender. With a shudder, she steps deliberately /away/ from the man. As N'thei speaks, she's simply an arched brow for the other bronzerider. "Is that meant to be practical or philosophical?" "I'm almost certain it's for when you're lost." A'son responds drolly, even as his eyebrows lift at the surprise N'thei spotting. He casts a look over to Amerie, catches the step away and sighs. "I normally bathe, promise." Slipping attention back to the other man now, he asks, "This is where you spend your leisure time now? Sitting in chairs, lying in wait for others?" N'thei flaps his hand in a most effeminate gesture toward Amerie; "Whichever you prefer. It seems to have worked though, as you are exactly the someone I was looking for." Pulling his feet off the stool, he kicks it forward, a scrape across the floor, for whichever of the two As gets there first. "How else should I be spending it?" With a remarkable alacrity without sacrificing grace, Amerie's got the stool called. Glancing back to A'son as she seats herself to cross long legs, "I'll believe you, I guess. You weren't anywhere near this offensive the last time I met you." Her tone is matter-of-fact, even as she smirks at N'thei for the gesture and tells him flatly, "Lazy." "Well, you could be eating. Which is exactly what I plan on doing once I eventually track this kid down." A'son replies, leaning his weight into a nearby high-backed chair. "The last time you met me?" He looks at Amerie and sudden recognization floods his face. "Right. You're that girl that B'yan was referring to as Crom. In the bowl. That was awhile ago. Yeah, I didn't smell that bad that day." N'thei nods agreeably to Amerie, after he gives pause to appreciate the speedy grace; "Yeesss, whenever I can be. Refreshment?" Not wearing his coat, it hangs over the arm of his chair, and he two-finger lifts his flask out of the pocket to offer it, again to whoever gets there first. "Speaking of Crom, and forgive me for cutting short that fantastic reminisce, A'son." He pretends to stifle a yawn. With a crinkle of her nose, Amerie affirms both A'son's memory and lack of stink then with a simple, "Yes." Lips curving into a pleased smile for being right - as she does love being right - she charitably waves off N'thei's flask for the moment, leaving it to the guy who obviously came off drills first. "Business," she notes. "I believe all is going well at this point? If somewhat vindictively." "It'd be impossible not to forgive you, don't you know that?" A'son replies, eyebrow lifted and tone tinged with light sarcasm. There's a grunt of thanks as he reaches out to the flask. A quick drink, a refresher indeed before he offers it out to Amerie. "Yeah, how far do you plan on us going with our trips?" He asks, leaning heavily into the chair again. "Remarkable thing, how close vindictive and vindicated are, neh?" N'thei smiles handsomely at Amerie, a flash of teeth and pleasant features that go away at the business end of things. "I plan on going until I feel better in my pride. How far you will go, we will go? Those are decisions only you can make. Second thoughts, my lovelies?" Amerie takes the flask with fingertips, like the smell might contaminate her through that little contact with A'son - though she does dip him a low nod for his latter point. Quirking a tiny smile for N'thei's hand, "The same emotion. You're awfully enamoured with words today." Pausing, she considers before; "I have no sympathies for Crom - nor am I in a dangerous position. Feel free to soothe your wounded pride." There's a smirk for the last; if it's a good enough reason for him... "The request that you never refer to me as one of your lovelies again?" A'son asks, lips pulling into a rough smile. "I'm not sure my pride would feel all the way 'better' until Crom was where it belonged again. Preferably with an apology from Telgar. I doubt the second is likely to though." Running his hand tiredly across his face, "Thing is, how long until our friends start to realize that we've been soothing our pride with their carefully guarded belongings?" He lifts his shoulders, "Bound to happen as I see it." N'thei tricks a wink to Amerie. "Always, only you usually don't let me talk enough to have learned that about me." He accepts her answer with a slow and satisfied nod, a smile that conveys the gratitude he leaves unvoiced. "I doubt the first is likely, Crom's got no reason to change its tune. They probably already know exactly who's been skimming the top off their supplies, but knowing isn't proving. I intend to keep at it until someone gives me a reason not to. Not you then?" Amerie takes a sip from the flask as A'son speaks, noting generally after, "A secret rarely stays so for long, either." Leaning forward to hand the flask back to N'thei, she merely arches a brow for the wink. "Learn something new every day," she says lightly as she rearranges her skirt. "So I'm told. And I would think someone will look into it eventually... but there ought to be some word of that first from the people at the Hold that have been - recruited." A'son lifts his eyebrows at the banter between N'thei and Amerie. He shoots the lounging bronzerider a short, curious look before redirecting his gaze. "I'd... prefer not to stop. But reality is what Amerie said, a secret rarely stays one for long." Tired face rubbing resumes before he pushes off the chair to stretch out and ward off fatigue to some degree, however small. "Recruited?" He repeats the word, looking to the girl for some expansion on her words. "I'm told Telgar Weyr's put its fingers back in our pies. You've heard this? That they've been asked to investigate?" N'thei puts this question to Amerie, the banter cast aside momentarily at least. "I highly doubt it's much of a secret now. As long as we're talking in cliches, two men can only keep a secret if one of them is dead-- and we're a dozen more than two men." He takes his turn at the flask, only just getting the swallow down before he speaks to answer A'son; "Bought, she means." Amerie is about to answer A'son when N'thei does for her - with a gesture and a tone of mild distaste for the bluntness of the term; "Bought. Yes." The news of Telgar's involvement seems to be a surprise to the tall girl. Blinking over at the larger man, "How long? I didn't hear, but I haven't been in that direction in some time." At the true number of the criminal organization, her fine brows arch. "That's - a lot of people." A'son's lips press into a firm line and he shakes his head. "I didn't realize you had that many people in total. I'm not with you everytime, exactly how often are you skimming the supplies?" Dropping his eyes to examine the threads on the back of the chair, "With Telgar's involvement, it may be a good idea for us to scale back. I'm sure you're not doing this without... without the good grace of someone higher than yourself. But keep in mind who's going to get nailed to the post when it goes down. You, me, whoever else. Not them, not whoever gave you the turn of the head to get away with this." Pointing a finger to himself and A'son one after the other, N'thei explains after Amerie's worried look, "Did you think two men handled all that stock on their own? You know of us and Jolak. Milani too. --I would rather be caught and crucified than to know..." During a pause, after his thumbnail rakes across his lower lip, he drops his flask back into his coat pocket, shaking his head. "It's all right if you need to step back, A'son. I plan to sack Crom and soon at that, but only with the willing. So long as you keep your mouth shut, we're square for you to walk away whenever you're ready. I'd sooner have you at my back than anyone else, but I understand if it's gone too far." Amerie glances between the two men with a dark, serious gaze, unwilling to yet involve herself in the conversation, though she does pin a look on N'thei at his aborted sentence, brow arched. "Talking too much," she says finally, quietly. "But there is a point there. Someone will be caught eventually. I have little to risk here. But others..." A glance to A'son. "There's a point where you'll have to stop, or get caught. If you're planning to be caught, I would advise against it, but I can hardly /stop/ you." A'son rolls his eyes from the threads of the chair to the ceiling of the cavern. A moment passes before he's squarely looking at N'thei again, "I'm not going to back out now. But do me a favor? Try and keep my brother out of it. He's a kid, he doesn't need whatever punishment this brings following him around." He sighs and shakes his head, a brief fleeting smile appearing, "I was there for your back in the beginning, right?" Fleeting right? It disappears while Amerie talks. "Okay. So why don't we plan out the end game before /they/ do it for us? Caught or not? Stop or don't? What says the fearless leader?" N'thei repeats with a laugh, like this is a matter for levity, "Planning to get caught, not so much. Braced for it?" He wobbles his hand from level, teetery, uncertain, resolved with a shrug. "Tell this kid of yours to stop breaking into storerooms and we'll talk, neh? The little bastard's a criminal with or without my help." Now he laughs, but quietly, muffled through the teeth that file across his lip thoughtfully. "Coup de grace. Crom Hold, then we lay low, at least until next winter and our toes are cold as *between* again. Hmm?" Though he answers A'son, he looks at Amerie-- for approval? Dryly, "Tell your brother to stop picking the storeroom locks and he'll be fine." Amerie smirks slightly after her concern is echoed to A'son. However, she's little to say on the matter of planning the end game, though there is some small approval in her expression, then turned in a nod to N'thei. With something close to a sincere smile, "It only seems fair as the snow will be gone soon enough." It's magnanimous, really. "Stop picking storeroom locks. Don't worry, that sentiment is going to get repeated and learned." Apparently if he has anything to do with it. A'son shifts his gaze between assistant headwoman and N'thei, from him there's only a small lift of his shoulders. "Sounds like as good plan as it's going to get." He stifles a yawn and pushes off the chair once again. "Any other matters of importance that we have to work through for the evening?" "None for me. I'll find you when." N'thei looks up at A'son on his feet, scoots to the edge of his chair in preparation for doing the same, though not until the way is clear enough to allow them both to stand. "Amerie, most lovely co-conspirator? Anything particular requests?" Amerie arches a brow for both A'son's glance between her and the other bronzerider, as well as N'thei's elaborate compliments; with a twist of her lips, she looks rather bored. "No, nothing from me, thank you. Though I do appreciate any efforts you make with your brother. It'd be nice not to worry about it." Not that she looks all that worried, but still. "We're always ready." A'son states simply and gives them both a wave. "Good night, I have a criminal younger brother to find, apparently. Don't enjoy each others company /too/ much." He smirks, turns on a heel and strolls out of the room, his unpleasent odor wafting out from behind him. With an eye to A'son's exit, N'thei comments on a twinge of distaste, "Too worried about his own hide, that one." He stands on those words, pushes to his height with a look down at Amerie. "Well, my dove, it would see I've things to attend to. I'll let you know what comes when it comes." Amerie agrees, "It does seem that way." She's not too concerned with A'son's concern with his own hide, though she doesn't much like being towered over. Even so, she tilts her head back to look up at N'thei, containing her annoyance to offer, "Good luck. I think you may need it." A pause, then idly; "Do you enjoy giving people the wrong impression?" N'thei answers slowly, makes sure it's known that he's thinking over Amerie's question with all the gravity it deserves, "Suppose it depends on the impression. To which one are we referring?" He picks up his coat and folds it over his forearm, an excuse to linger with a questioning look for her. Amerie seems a little surprised by the consideration, but gives a nod for it, appreciative in her own way. Glancing toward the caverns, "He seemed to think that there was something going on between us. That would be the impression to which I am referring." With a quirk of her lips for the formality of the phrasing, "Just curious." "Does it bother you? I'll set him straight." N'thei nods stridently and heads for the door, not so far behind A'son that he couldn't be off to do exactly that right this very minute. Amerie might be surprised by the speed with which N'thei sets off by her expression - but she just shrugs, and lets him set off, calling after him, "Good luck with that as well." |
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