Logs:Serving your Time
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| RL Date: 9 April, 2013 "Media:Example" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 9.
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| Who: K'zin, Barnabas |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Bones catches up with K'zin, where they talk about his restrictions, and his sexy. |
| Where: Lakeshore |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Mave/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr(#276RJs) The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. The weather today is very pleasant. A few clouds chase each other across the mostly clear skies, and a soft breeze picks up in the afternoon to make for a fine day. With weyrling dragons in the barracks, there are some days when the work is never done. Tonight, it's because Rasavyth is in need of a bath and K'zin is evidently in need of supervision. The supervising dragon flies above as the weyrling pair make their way onto the beach, towel over one shoulder and bucket of supplies in hand. Rasavyth has some kind of dark grime marring a large section of his side. It's been a seven since the accident here that landed the weyrlings in the infirmary, and K'zin's nose is still discolored from the healing break. With Rukbat having set, the night is growing chillier, and that fact hastens the bronze pair on their way to the waters. The lake is still and quiet under the glow of Belior and Timor, a fact which has Bones giving a soft sigh of discontent as he plucks a stone from the sands and gives it an underhanded toss a few feet out. Not all bodies of water are built the same, and a lake is boring compared to a true sea. The soft plunk is at first the only real sound to hear, but soon the stepping of a weyrling and his dragon grow from the distance, and Bones turns to spot the damaged duo not all too far away. With a mischevous smirk, he trudges over the sands to make greeting. "Waki!" Barked from distance enough way that the shout is necessity, to get his attention. "Hey!" The greeting comes before K'zin's head has turned enough to find the speaker. "Bones!" comes the recognition, an easy smile for the gardener given as greeting. He glances skyward as the dragon circles and lands by the lake shore. His look towards the babysitter is dubious. "I suppose it would be very rude of me if I didn't greet you properly." This is said rather too loud for what is necessary, and clearly meant to sound out the reasoning why he's got to delay the here and back again trip to wash his lifemate who slithers into the water. Whatever it is he has on him, he wants it off. "How are you, Bones?" K'zin queries as he pads towards the bigger man. Bones' smile has a touch more wickedness to it than usual, at least at first, but closing the gap to K'zin has it softening out, and then briefly vanishing entirely. "Yeesh, I was gonna give you shit for mouthin' off at Azaylia, but looks like somethin' meaner got to you before I could. What happened to your face, kid?" There's a glance for the other dragon, but Bones doesn't think much of it before turning back to K'zin. "And why are you talkin' funny?" "You heard about that?" K'zin queries, his expression abruptly ashamed. It goes beyond sheepishness, for sure. "Yeah. I was an ass." He confirms with a sigh. "I'm fixing it. I turned myself into Quinlys, as Zay pointed out I ought, for the rules I was breaking, so now I can't go anywhere alone. I was just explaining loudly enough why I needed to stop to talk to you instead of just jumping to the task at hand." To explain the funny speech. He does glance towards his lifemate and then the older dragon. "Mind if I scrub him while we talk?" He doesn't yet explain what worse thing found its way to his face. The shove sends K'zin stepping a couple feet, but at least he doesn't trip over himself in the process, "Goody goody, I wish. Zay would probably like me better if I was." He sighs, "I can't even take credit for that. Somewhere in all the feet tasting with Zay I lost track of whether she was going to tell on me or not, so I felt like I was going to have to, but then Mave told me that breaking the rules was disrespecting everyone I cared about, and-- well, the way she said it, it made sense. She has a way with words, you know? You know her, right? Mave?" His bucket and towel gets left on the beach, taking the soapsand with him into the water and he gets to scrubbing. "It's not as exciting as it looks," He calls, voice lifted just enough to make for comfortable conversation. "Telavi's head is pretty hard. She fell on top of me when she was trying to stop the dragons from getting hurt." It's with the story, and it's tone of regret, that Bones loses his jubilant expression and hardens up a touch. "Yeah I know Mave. Smart, proud. Sometimes a little too much of the proud to maintain the smarts, heh." K'zin may move into the water, but Bones sticks to shore, giving his arms a rub as the air gets colder around them. "Damn, you're right, that don't sound as excitin' as I was hopin' for. C'mon man I'm always way behind on the gossip, y'missed a big opportunity to make it sound badass." There's the fun in him again. "Well regardless of who it was who put you on the path, you're the fella that decided to take the steps down it, right? You deserve some of the credit you're givin' to Mave." "Well, I was kind of a badass." K'zin says after another moment's hesitation. "Tela stepped in the middle of Rasavyth and Solith while they were play fighting, and slipping on a spilled jar of oil. So-- I dunno. She kind of said I was a hero. But only when no one else was listening." He gives a shrug of his shoulders that's difficult to see as he scrubs hurriedly. "I'm going to try to do better. Zay said she was proud of me when she thought I was following the rules. Maybe I can make her and Quinlys and the rest of them proud for real." This is more a muse to himself than to the larger man. "Hey, Bones. Do you think I'm sexy?" The question comes out of nowhere. "'Cause I didn't think I was, but then Tela said it was unsexy that I talk with you, but that must mean she thought I was sexy at some point, mustn't it?" The story is told with unfamiliar names, but Bones is certain enough he gets the gist of it to smile and nod his way through the tale of heroics, all set to compliment the young rider untill questions are brought up. Surprising questions. "Are you... " The beginning to a question that's not finished, as Bones needs a moment to close his eyes and pinch at the bridge of his nose. "First of all, I'm the last dude you wanna chat with for advice on the ladies. Azaylia's 'bout the only one I feel I've got half a handle on. And second of all..." A sigh of defeat is given before Bones ponders the other part of the question, taking a moment to size K'zin up objectively. "Y'ain't bad? Hard to tell. Stick out your backside and pout your lips for me, then we'll talk. Ha!" That last has K'zin laughing. "I didn't really mean-" He manages after a minute as Rasavyth starts rinsing and K'zin is wading back to shore, swim shorts dripping. "I'm really sort of impressed. It takes a lot of caverns cred to impact another guy's game when you're not even there." He towels off as he asks, "How's Zay doing? Any advice for apologizing this time? I already made her a quill and brought her a bouquet of branches for when I kissed Mave during candidacy." "What can I say? I'm a memorable guy, for better or for worse eh?" There's a double raise of his eyebrows at his own self-praise, even as he wonders to himself how he might track down this Telavi character later. "As for Azaylia? She's doin' alright I guess, just busy lately. And as for apologizing?" Again, a pause to ponder the question, this time with a little scratch at his chin. "Hmmm. Y'know, she's swamped something feirce lately, so if you were wantin' to apologize? Just do it casual I s'pose. Y'know, if you catch her 'round or somethin'." "S'a good thing." K'zin decides, grinning. "I'd choose an evening with a drink in Snowaisis with you before I'd take a night of a girl talking about tonguing boobs and then walking away, leaving me confused. I think I like it better when women are straight forward." Beat. "Shit. I probably shouldn't have mentioned that. Don't get me in trouble with her for saying--" There's a blush in his cheeks. There's Rasavyth to distract him though, shaking off as exits the water, politely avoiding spraying the pair of them. "Casual. Right. Okay. Have you met Ras?" He queries as the slender bronze approaches, eyes whirling curiously as they regard the big man. He stops just shy of the men and rumbles his own greeting. "Tonguing..." he mouths, trying to wrap his mind around just what brought on such randomness. The lack of context is briefly bewildering. "Right, straight forward. Like Mave. Who you kissed." A hand is brought to his eyes now, trying to squeeze out the mental image of the girl locking lips with K'zin. He didn't need his brain that deep in anyone's business. "No! No I have not!" A lifesaver is tossed to him in the form of a dragon named Ras, who he greets with an exuberant smile. "This the one that puts my face in your brain, eh?" K'zin, as confusing as he is confused. The reference to Mave being the type of girl he likes makes him laugh again, "Yes. But no. Not Mave. She wants to just be friends. And N'ky likes her anyway, so I couldn't like her if I wanted to." As if bro rules can rule emotion. "Anyway, I'm going to try to focus on not girls. I mean, anything other than girls." He hurries to correct his first statement that might be easily misconstrued as something entirely different. "Yep. This is him. The dragon's head stays back a respectable distance but comes level with the gardener's then sort of snakes back and forth to get a good look at it from all angles. This has K'zin giving a snort. "Apparently, now I can see your face in three-dimensions instead of just from the angle I remember it. He-- wants to know if you'll make some faces for him." This, at least is innocent enough. What starts as a smile for the little dragon grows a bit more curious at it's inspection, eyes briefly glancing to K'zin just as the explanation comes for why Rasavyth is so interested. "Make some faces?" That has him grinning again. "Alrighty then, let's see what we got." Bones starts with a personal favorite, anger. Upper lip peels over his top teeth and brow tightens up with the top of his nose, looking not unlike a snarling dog ready to bite. He holds it for a moment before he gives an exagerrated sadness, with lower lip jutting out in a pout as his brow pinches upwards in the middle. The third is simply pure goof, pinkies going to the corners of his lips to pull them out of the way of his clenched teeth while his eyes cross in the middle. It's a whole lot of watching. K'zin is watching Rasavyth who is watching Bones who is watching Rasavyth. Bronze and rider are both interested in what they watch. Then K'zin breaks into an abrupt laugh. "Apparently, I'm going to see a lot more of you." He shakes his head looking at the gardener. "You know pretty soon, I'll be seeing so much of you, I'm going to think we're the best of friends." There's a rumble from the older dragon on the beach. K'zin's eyes don't bother going to the babysitter, but to Ras and he gives a little nod. "Time to get back to the barracks. Maybe when I'm done proving I can be trusted we can get a drink in Snowaisis again. By the time however long it takes is over, I'm sure I'll need one." The towel is tossed back over his shoulder, and bucket is taken up again, readying to depart. "I did I say I was memorable right? Hehe." He fires a wink at Rasavyth as a facial farewell, then turns back to K'zin. "When you're done serving your time kid, the drinks are on me, how 'bout that?" A thick arm reaches out again, but instead of the playful shove this time there's a few pats to the shoulder in reassurance. "Take care of yourself alright? And see to it that nose of yours heals up. Azaylia'd be heartbroken if you came by her way lookin' any less pretty." "Heartbroken?" K'zin sounds concerned. He is a bit dense, selectively so. (Though not of his own selecting.) He blinks, "Alright. I'll-- well, I'll wait to apologize 'til it's healed up a bit better then." Rasavyth lets a low croon leave his throat, a warm sound that is likely the dragon's thanks for Bones' indulgence. "I'll take care if you take care." K'zin answers back. "Or try to at any rate. You can see how successful I am with that." A hand vaguely indicates the nose, and then with a wave of the bucket, he, his dragon, and his babysitter are heading back in the direction of the barracks.
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