Logs:Revenge
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| RL Date: 16 March, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Jo |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Aishani (formerly Brieli) and Jo talk revenge and... men? after the hatching feast. Then, business. I think they're friends! |
| Where: Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Leova/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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| On the walk over from the living cavern, Aishani is silent - and with good reason; the bowl filled with dragons, foreign and domestic, taking their leave all over. Some are likely listening too. Iesaryth is certainly watching from her ledge, observant eyes bright and blue. Her ledge. Oh joy. Once they've come up the stairs into the weyr proper, the Weyrwoman lets out a long breath, as if she'd been holding it the whole walk over. "I need another drink. I don't know about you, but..." She's already finding a bottle, glasses, not waiting for Jo's answer. Her hands are shaking. Jo remains silent herself, her dark gaze keeping on watch for any untoward behavior coming their way. If her hand is straying towards the concealed knives at her side, it seems she doesn't notice. Once safely in the Weyrwoman's weyr, at least some of the tension leaves her wiry frame as she checks to see if they were followed. When Aishani speaks, she darts a look her way and catches those hands shaking. "Ya should let me," she offers, stepping forward, watching her. "And yeah. I think we both could use one." Or more, she leaves out. Betrayed by simple biology. Shani stares at her hands like she can will them to stop, will the adrenaline to clear out of her system by sheer intent. Though her dark gaze is determined, it doesn't work. "All right," she concedes to Jo, leaving the glasses and bottle on the table, stepping back from them with her hands up, as if they're holding her up. Distractedly, apparently having noticed the bluerider's check for any spies or snoops enroute, "Iesaryth's watching." A pause. Awkwardly, "She always knew." It's not as if she owes anyone an explanation, but there's a sense of wanting to offer... something. Once Aishani concedes and moves away, Jo steps over to take the bottle and starts to work on filling those glasses. Over her shoulder, "They always do know the truth of us, don' they?" she gives as an aside on their dragons when Aishani speaks, her voice low and meant to soothe agitation. "We can keep all of them from knowin' who we really are, but not our dragons. Iesaryth would never betray ya, just as Tacuseth wouldn' do me." She turns right then, a glass in each hand, and she extends one of them into the space between them before she states, quietly, "Welcome home, Aishani. It is nice to meet ya, at last." That there's understanding in her eyes for concealing who she really was, is apparent and plain. The convict rider was clearly the last one to judge. Quietly, folding her arms, "No one ever quite understood what she'd done for me. What she has done for me. Been for me. My family... They don't accept her. Us." Aishani's gaze strays toward the ledge, for a moment deeply sad before it's all locked away. "I suppose I can understand that." When Jo offers the glass, she turns back to take it, with a faint smile. "I'm... I appreciate that you understand. She takes any confidence very seriously, Iesaryth." Tilting her drink the bluerider's way, "Thank you. And there's not so much difference, between 'Brieli' and Shani." After downing it, voice a touch strained by the liquor, "Now your turn, I think." For the drink, or for revenge? The light in her eyes says the latter. "They don'? Yer family?" Jo shows a little surprise there before she takes a drink herself. Her gaze follows Aishani's towards the ledge in silence before she says, after a moment, "So, it's true. What they did." Dragonriders and her family. There's a frown for it before she meets her gaze once more. "I saw K'del. How he looked," she gives voice to her observations now. "My own wing walked out. Glacier had a part in this? The look on all their faces." She falls silent to mull that over, to nurse her drink before does sends Aishani one of her cavalier smiles for understanding. "No difference at all, darlin'," she drawls, tipping her glass in her direction. "Just reclaimin' an old name. Folks are shocked, but, they'll get used to it in time. Like they've done Taikrin and her knot." She downs her liquor now and turns to grab the bottle to refill it, the last getting her silence as she refills her glass, then turns to offer to refill the Weyrwoman's. Wry, "My turn, yes," she says to that with incline of head. "Though, my own was admittedly brought on by youthful stupidity. There's a gesture for them to sit, her gaze less focused as she seems to recall what's led to her own need for revenge. Wryly, "They're not fond of dragons, and a gold her size... I suppose for some of them, it would be like Iovniath again." Aishani can't quite say the queen's name without a grimace, looking down at the table. "It's true. I don't remember much, but I know some of the dragons now. And they did. Leova..." She doesn't want to finish that; just leaves it alone, but all the timing is right, isn't it? There's an involuntary smirk for K'del, but something makes her twitch about how he looked. "Iesaryth says something about him... he thinks I've wasted my life." She has no answer for that but to get a refill, move to sit. "I doubt it'll be just like Taikrin, but one never knows. And does the reason matter?" It doesn't, not to her. A pause. "The question is, what is enough." Those riders leaving did paint a bit of a target on their backs. "Tiriana." Jo remembers the Weyrwoman before Iolene, at least in name. There's a sharp look when Aishani drops Leova's name, unexpected, but she keeps silent for now. There's a snort in regards to K'del as she remarks, "Revenge isn' a waste. It makes ya formidable. It sets an example for those others that think they can fuck ya over. Ya think they-" and she doesn't clarify who they are, but then, she probably doesn't need to "-will try ya ever again, after this? No," and she shakes her head, moving to refill the Weyrwoman's glass. "It's a waste for those that do nothin'. That lets they get away with what they've done." She drops into a seat then as she drops coolly, "Like Deetan. Like his friends, Kin and Bareta. They think they've gotten away with it. Havin' me fall for that kill." Eyes regarding Aishani now, "Deetan was mine, like K'del was yers. A trader that got kicked out of his own clan for thievery. I was madly in love with him, back then." At the sharp look, as she sits, Aishani says wearily, "I try not to think about it. But sometimes, when I remember in my dreams, Vrianth is there. And I don't know if I'm putting her there or if..." She was there. It's possible. It might be in the records, but it's telling that she hasn't looked. But Jo's little speech on revenge seems to bolster her a touch, confirming what she already believes anyway. With a lift of her chin, "No one will try anything, I imagine. Even if they want me gone. They had to know. Nothing else matters. Not even the position; that's just... a cherry on top." One that has her looking smug as she nods a thanks for the refill. Derisively, "They treated us like we were nothing." That has her brooding over her drink, but listening to Jo as she offers up information freely... then she winces. "Betrayed you," she guesses. . After a moment of thoughtful silence, "She could have been," Jo says on her wingmate, perhaps facing that possibility. "She's old enough along with the rest of them." That her speech gives Aishani a little heart, the bluerider leans back more comfortably in her seat as she says to them might wanting her gone, "They'll find it difficult, if they try. Ya came out on top, so even the position matters, darlin'. Like me. Look what all I've got from where I came from. Ya had nothin'. I had nothin', too. We were both treated like we were nothin'." Leaning forward, "The looks on their faces confirmed that they didn't expect a girl that came from nothin' to rise so far. They underestimated what murderin' can do to a person. How far it can push ya." Pause. "Betrayed," she echoes that word like a bad taste in her mouth, nodding. "It was a heist gone bad. I was left to take the blame. He never even looked back at me, or called my name." Brooding over her glass, "He does well. Deetan. I've been trackin' the lot of them for turns, since I graduated. Waitin' for them to slip up. They dunno, darlin'," and she shakes her head slowly, looking to her. "They think me dead, or still in the mines, rottin' away. They are my revenge." Shani echoes, after a sip of her drink, "I don't like to think about it." Leova, apparently, has a certain amount of respect from the goldrider; enough that she's gained some little immunity from whatever she thinks is due. Or maybe she's really just out to make K'del suffer. As Jo speaks, she crosses long legs, leaning arms on her knees, really taking in what she's saying again, glass held lightly in long fingers. After a silent moment, "I think people underestimate how determined being nothing can make you. Having nothing." Her weyr is still bare, comparatively. She's not used to things. "I admire people who come from that. You and your people. Taikrin. Iolene. They underestimated her too." But she won't linger there, more interested in the bluerider's story. With a smirk, "So much for honor among thieves, yes? And if they think you dead, it'll be a nice surprise, one day, when you turn up as the instrument of their demise. I have to admit, it feels fairly nice just to say, 'I'm running your Weyr, have a nice party.' I imagine 'I ruined your life' would be immensely satisfying." That the respect for the greenrider is mutual, that Jo gives it the nod of silence and understanding from her. She was likely thinking the same on the woman. To being determined, her smile is dark and dangerous, the convict rider seem more at ease to show that dark side of her to the Weyrwoman that's been so carefully concealed for the turns at the Weyr. She briefly lifts her glass to those words, the glint in her dark eyes present as she states, "That's why we do whatever it takes. That's why we can do it. We have nothin' to lose." She then drains her glass to that, her smile lingering on her admiration. "I would have liked to have talked to Iolene. I, too, can admire such. Why else do we get along, after all?" There's a low chuckle to that, though it fades in light of her own story. Wiping a hand over her mouth, "Only look out for yerself," she drawls darkly, lips pressing together. "He taught me many things, but that lesson stuck with me the most. Vowed to never let anyone get close to me again, after him. It's difficult, since bein' here." Pause. There's laughter on the last and she tosses her wild hair back. "I imagine the next few days might prove to be interestin' for ya, Aishani," she notes in humor. "Some may not treat ya the same as before. Now that Iesaryth isn' the only one that knows who ya really are now." "We do what we have to do. It's just some people have the luxury of never finding out how much they have to do." Aishani's fingers are quick to lift the glass in return, amused at the glint in Jo's eyes and the words both. It might be easier to see the tomboy scars on her hands, or notice them now that there's reason to look, the calluses there. As for getting along, she laughs a little. "Indeed." And she might tip a bit of drink on the stone floor, since they're talking about a woman past and gone, before downing the glass in her honor. Watching the bluerider carefully after, she takes time in choosing her words, but when she speaks, it's oddly... encouraging? Weird. "It's important to watch your back. But having someone to watch it for you... I'm glad we have an understanding, for example. It is difficult though." A pause. "She wasn't the only one who knew. N'rov did. Vhaeryth's. He's... with me." Awkwardly offered, with a flush that she can't hide now that she's been drinking. "But I know. I'll know who's worth talking to, I suppose." Jo softly snorts to the first as she states, "Perhaps, more luck to them, then." Eyes don't miss much, and so she does take in the scars seen, the calluses. It's likely approval seen glimmering there in her gaze as she fingers the surface of her glass, and when Aishani speaks on having someone watch her back, there seems to be a studying pause from the bluerider. Brows furrow just a bit, choosing not to speak until N'rov is revealed and his relations to her. She might be even quiet a bit after that before she sets the glass aside on the table and continues to regard the other before, almost awkwardly, "Z'ian, he's..." She stops, such a topic perhaps a bit difficult for her before she begins again a little more briskly. "He watches mine. We...get along. He understands me, and I haven' had that in a long time. He knows, about me. Mostly." There's an awkward little shrug that's unlike her as she adds, "N'rov. He's from Fort?" I remember, the flight..." That flight in which H'kon's brown came to win. "He doesn' judge either?" That last gets her mulling over that and its implications before she does set out the inevitable, "So what now?" Yeah, Aishani's not all that good at this girl-talk thing either. Perhaps they should have stuck to the revenge and the killing people and stealing and whatever else they're actually good at discussing. Business. Not men. Glancing back at Jo with a bit of a shrug at first, she's quick to pick up on; "It's nice to have that. Understanding. To have someone know and not judge, no. To have... sympathy, as hard as that can be to take, at first." She sets aside her own empty glass, grimacing at the idea. "And yes. From Fort. He was there." There's not much more than that, said simply. She doesn't explain; why wouldn't he be? But still: H'kon. What a downer. The bluerider's question has her pursing her lips, looking over, dark gaze open, for once. "Am I done. I wonder. The Weyr won't suffer for what was done. But I suppose it depends on what people do. How they react, yes?" So there's the awkwardness between Weyrwoman and bluerider on the girl talk as it were, Jo bemused, but she's not one to shy away too much from any topic. There's a firm nod to what's said on having someone not judge along with, "Yes." Beat. "The sympathy is hard to take at first. He worries about me, and I'm not used to that. To havin' someone worry while I'm out. He's seen the scars on my body," the scars mostly if not all hidden underneath tight black leather, "but he knows I can take care of myself, and I respect that. I respect him for not tryin' to change me to be somethin' I'm not." It's really the most she's ever spoken about her personal life, and the words seems to spill rapidly as if they've been dying to be freed for months now. There's the glimmers of a smile showing on account of N'rov, the convict rider stating wryly, "That he knew all this time, and didn' break confidence...he sounds like a keeper." There's a small exhale of breath to the last, Aishani's own revenge having been met, and so, "I will watch and keep and eye, in any case," she says on what people will do now. "People speak easily to a bluerider that seems to only have an agenda in gettin' in their pants," and there's a dark little smirk to that. "Particularly certain wings, like my own. I'll feel them out. Show my shock and concern over this pivotal news like the rest of them. As for the Weyr," and she spreads both hands away from herself, the gesture bold. "It will always be what it is. Even with a Vijay at its helm." "Not trying to change you." Aishani echoes that part with a certain nod, not-quite as awkward now or even bemused by the conversation, but pleased that there's that commonality, that there's something they understand, but perhaps even pleased that Jo does, in fact, have that. There's also a certain sympathy for the words spilling out, a self-deprecating smirk. She's been there. As for N'rov; "He went to my family for me. He's done a lot for me, carried lies that... weren't even mine. Because I couldn't have it on my conscience alone. It might have been easier, if Vhaeryth had caught her." But would she be there with the bluerider in that case? Who knows. Smile fading, "I'd appreciate the help with Glacier. I think that relationship will certainly change. You have my help for anything you need, and if there's questions over the weyrlings you brought in, I'll deflect those. The dragons choose - there's little we can do." For the last, a wry smirk. "I'd argue that the Weyr might have fallen apart without a Vijay at the helm, but I doubt anyone will listen." Over a tired sigh, sliding down in her chair, "You should go, try to salvage the day. Evening. Whichever. Vhaeryth'll be along soon, I'm sure." She won't be alone. Once the awkward words were out, there's more of a genuine smile on Jo's face than before when Aishani understands, too. It's one more facet of trust, even. On N'rov, "It would have been accepted more, yes," she says on his bronze catching. "Those with traditional leanin's would have been contented in that and would have not noticed anythin' else. People like to see only what they want to." She nods with a quiet chuckle on Glacier's account, and when certain weyrlings are brought up, there's a considering look going to the Weyrwoman at that before she says, carefully, "They'll be smart and keep their heads down, like I did. They'll do what's told of them, or they'll have to answer to me." Chin lifting a bit, "I'd appreciate the deflection, should they need it," she murmurs in confidence, her gaze significant. "In that, ya'd have my generosity." And loyalty, but that doesn't need to be said. She lets that linger between them before the last has her getting up slowly from her chair, looking the Weyrwoman over once more to make sure that she was well enough for her to go. "Thanks for the drink, and, the talk," she says, her tone genuine, more comfortable that there were no pretenses between them. "There's a few stops I do need to make, and business to be had," and there's a little dark smirk to that bit. "Those beyond the Weyr will want to hear of this day. Ya know yer welcome to my weyr, to call, if ya need me?" With her out and about, such an offering a big thing to give from her. "Mm. But then there'd be a Fortian Weyrleader, and we'd be business to each other, and I just don't know." Aishani's slouch in the chair reads both of weariness and a little buzz on, but doesn't seem to be in any sort of distress or trouble... just drained, now that the nerves and adrenaline of the moment are wearing off and the booze is really kicking in. She looks up at Jo as the bluerider stands, pushing long hair back from her face, holding it there with one hand. "If they need it. But it's nice to know that you have people to help you." Thereby helping her. She knows the score. "Thank you for the back up and the company," she replies, quite seriously. "It was easier to do knowing there was someone covering me, literally. And I appreciate that. I'll keep it in mind." With a flash of a smile, "For now, get on with your business. Too many more drinks, and you'll tell your life story every stop on the way." Not likely, but she's amused at the idea, offering the convict a lazy salute by way of farewell. "Iesaryth will be in touch." "No regrets," is what Jo says to all that - to the helping her, to the covering her back, and to the delay of her other work. "Anytime, darlin'. Now I've just gotta get used to callin' ya Aishani instead of Brieli, hmm?" There's a little chuckle for that, it being easy for the convict rider to find humor even in the darkest of moments before that salute is returned and then she's heading out of there.
CommentsComments on "Logs:Revenge"Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 17 Mar 2013 07:26:34 GMT.
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Comments on "Logs:Revenge"Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 17 Mar 2013 07:26:34 GMT.
Ahhh revenge. Something Alida understands well...something waited for...burning hot and bright, then crystalline cold, for Turns... Waiting for that moment.
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