Logs:Accidental interrogations - Revision history

R'hin at 00:04, 1 November 2015

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Squishy at 08:55, 29 October 2015

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Squishy at 08:54, 29 October 2015

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Squishy: Created page with "{{Log |who=Alida, Edyis, Quint, |what=Edyis and Alida catch up, Quint gets accidentally ambushed. |where=Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |involves=High Reaches Weyr |custom=17D 2M..."

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 Dragon> Ilicaeth is likewise disappointed that Alida's grilling of the Harper has been brought to a close by sudden Wing 'business,' but he's still undistracted enough to reach out to Akluseth and rasp a dry baritone, << Be good ta know more. Tell Ed ta be careful how she pushes. >> For more information. Harpers are wiley beasts, in general. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth)
-Edyis watches Alida, listening, and the bluerider gets an affectionate grin of farewell. It's only when she's out of sight and earshot that her attention returns to Quintus with a laugh. "No, more an apology of sorts. I hope you will forgive my friend her curiosity. She's fiercely loyal, and never quite stopped being a guard. It's one of the many things I admire about her, even if it does make for awkward conversations now and then."
+Edyis watches Alida, listening, and the bluerider gets an affectionate grin of farewell. It's only when she's out of sight and earshot that her attention returns to Quintus with a laugh. "No, more an apology of sorts. I hope you will forgive my friend her curiosity. She's fiercely loyal, and never quite stopped being a guard. It's one of the many things I admire about her, even if it does make for awkward conversations now and then." There's a wry smile for being out knowledge, "So long as you don't call on me to answer questions I suppose it's in good order. I'm not sure anyone could completely and honestly grasp the history of this place, but what actually keyed my interest was the Hold, Hall, and Weyr relationship and where those rifts first developed." She grins, "Of course if you'd prefer we can just sit and you can enjoy a few free beers since my friend won't be able to partake of that pitcher."
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 There's a wry smile for being out knowledge, "So long as you don't call on me to answer questions I suppose it's in good order. I'm not sure anyone could completely and honestly grasp the history of this place, but what actually keyed my interest was the Hold, Hall, and Weyr relationship and where those rifts first developed." She grins, "Of course if you'd prefer we can just sit and you can enjoy a few free beers since my friend won't be able to partake of that pitcher."
 Dragon> A watery rumble, deep and echoing, a yawn perhaps. << I can never tell if she's flirting or interrogating, but whatever the difference is I pass the message along. >> (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth)
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 Dragon> Huh? The slow crawl of the tides and sluggish motions of great shadowy shapes cues some sense of alertness in the brown. << What's with the yelling. Is the Weyr on fire? >> Because clearly that's the only reason anyone would be waking him up from a nap. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth)
 The harper gives a brief nod at her speculations. "Change provokes consequences. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. But as the saying goes, you can't please all of the people all of the time." Quint doesn't ''at all'' look put out at being abandoned to tackle the remainder of the beer himself, with an understanding smile that suggests he's at home with the oft-used reason for the departure of a rider. "I think I can manage," he allows with a smile. "Good eve."
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 Dragon> Fucking slacker. Worse than useless. Ilicaeth will have to remember this in case of true emergency. The brown's feeble attempt is shoved aside, the huffy blue bypassing Akluseth entirely, except for his tart rejoinder, << If you can't be assed ta pass on potentially important information ta Edyis, then *I* can't be assed ta bother, anymore. >> (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth)
 Edyis shakes her head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It was impolite and put you in an awkward position." She smiles softly, "Thank you for letting me pick your brain, enjoy the rest of your evening." And with that, she's off.
 Dragon>  Currents shift and grow faster, << Whaat the fuck are you on about man. I passed on your message. >> Waters grow agitated. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth)
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 Dragon> Blues indeed. << We're ta be envied. >> Chuff. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth)
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 Alida's not much into gambling, but on occasion, she does join Glacier for that past time, now that Savannah and darts are gone. Tonight is one of those evenings, and the blonde looks about as serious as can be as she examines her cards - the fan of them kept tight to her chest - considers the other riders about her...and then tosses a sixteenth mark into the kitty. Give them all another 45 seconds, and soon enough the pale-headed bluerider is laying down her cards, accompanied by various groans, sighs, and other sounds of defeat or resignation. Raking in what she's won of the pot, the ex-guard notes blandly to her tablemates, "Tol'ja' I didn' wanna' play." Shrug. An Icicle brownrider mutters his dour riposte to another player at his side, "*Your fault. You an' Br'an encouraged her." Give Alida another few moments, and she's depositing her winnings into a small pouch at her hip, and begging out of any further games with a laconic, "Hour's good enough fer the likes uv' me. Evening." If she's feeling sassy over her win, the woman doesn't show any hint of it, 'lida merely rising slowly from the table, nodding to her fellow poker players, then making her way over to the bar. If she saw Edyis enter earlier, no sign was given. But *now* there's a bob of head and a twist of lips that almost approximates a small smirk for the Snowdrift brownie.
-[Monitor] Rose has disconnected.
-:laughs when she meets that green gaze. There's a wave of sorts, that might be interpreted as an invitation. "Isn't exactly fair to clean them out, but I suppose the lack of the usual competition makes anybody seem like easy pickings." It's a bright touch of humor despite the seriousness that still lingers in her expression. Flicker peeks out from her perch coiled about the brownrider's neck and offers a sleepy chirp.
 Edyis laughs when she meets that green gaze. There's a wave of sorts, that might be interpreted as an invitation. "Isn't exactly fair to clean them out, but I suppose the lack of the usual competition makes anybody seem like easy pickings." It's a bright touch of humor despite the seriousness that still lingers in her expression. Flicker peeks out from her perch coiled about the brownrider's neck and offers a sleepy chirp.
 As the two women meet up, Alida merely shrugs again, then notes in her usual tone, "They *insisted* I play. Heard one uv' the drunker girls hangin' on R'ees' shoulder mumble somethin' about them cleanin' *me* out." Smirk. "I have no pity." Not even a smidgen. Headshake. "How you doin'?" is inquired of the brownrider, those astute green eyes flicking over Edyis to take in not only her seriousness but anything else observable...including Flicker. The sleepy green's chirrup inspires a gentle hum of sound in return from Alida.

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 Dragon> Fucking slacker. Worse than useless. Ilicaeth will have to remember this in case of true emergency. The brown's feeble attempt is shoved aside, the huffy blue bypassing Akluseth entirely, except for his tart rejoinder, << If you can't be assed ta pass on potentially important information ta Edyis, then *I* can't be assed ta bother, anymore. >> (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth)
-The casual demeanor slips away from Quint's expression at her words, and it is the Harper, not the man, who regards her evenly. He doesn't pretend not to know what she asks about. "It is my job not to infect a report with my own beliefs and thoughts, to not prejudice any outcome or provide any bias to any who may read it." It's a Harper line, well-practiced and given with a strength of belief, while blue eyes fix on the brownrider.
+Edyis shakes her head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It was impolite and put you in an awkward position." She smiles softly, "Thank you for letting me pick your brain, enjoy the rest of your evening." And with that, she's off.
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 Dragon>  Currents shift and grow faster, << Whaat the fuck are you on about man. I passed on your message. >> Waters grow agitated. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth)