Logs:Two Different Conversations
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| RL Date: 22 May, 2013 |
| Who: I'zech, Sabella |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: I'zech stops by to touch base with Sabella, which would go a lot better if Tacuseth hadn't filled her head with things to worry about. |
| Where: Fantastically Blue Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions |
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| It's late and most people would probably be in bed. But something has Sabella awake and restless when most would be dreaming. To kill whatever time there is left in the evening or to at least pass it until she's able to ease herself again, she's taken the rough sandpaper she took from stores. There's still a few sections of the weyr left that need the cheap paint scrubbed away, so she's at one of those now. With a determined expression she works over one stubborn spot, heedless of the dust this generates. Ghislaith watches like a darkened sentry on the ledge, her eyes turned upwards to the skies. There's little warning that Rojeth is coming. He likes it that way: sweeping in from the night sky like a shadow turned corporeal. It's only after he lands that a wisp of fog is present, but then only that much and fading fast. Perhaps it says something about how long I'zech intends to stay, or Rojeth's willingness to share space with Ghislaith that he doesn't take off again right away. And with little warning, there's little time for Sabella to drop her sandpaper and meet him on the ledge, so he just heads right in. She knows where he's been and he knows that she knows, so as he stands just inside her entry way, it's with hands spread, almost a helpless 'what can you do?' pose, at least until the wave of his fingers beckons her to bring it on. Ghislaith appears only moderately surprised by the bronze's sweeping arrival, but perhaps some part of her was expecting it. Whichever one it was, her rider at least heard the arrival before I'zech stepped into the entry. There's a quick pause, where she turns to throw a glance over her shoulder at the man and his beckoning fingers. "Did you find out everything you wanted to know?" She asks, returning to the task at hand. Perhaps a more desirable thing than meeting him head on the way he seems to want. "And then some," I'zech answers with a weary sigh, eyes rolling to the side and head tipping after. He drops his hands, since she delivers pretty well. "What do you think I was asking?" Or maybe it's more like 'what did you hear I was asking', but he doesn't bother to specify. He just folds his arms to wait patiently for the reply and lets his glance skim along her sanded walls in the meantime. He hasn't been in here before, after all. It's better looking than it used to be, but it's still not the prettiest weyr at High Reaches. "Why do you want to know what I think you were asking?" She returns, another glance over her shoulder with a gentle lift of her eyebrow. She'll let the silence fill the moment while he responds or doesn't, turning back once again to the wall. "You're going to get me into trouble, you realize that, right?" "Oh good, it's the questions for questions game," I'zech drolls out, eyeing that stubborn bit of paint she's been working on. "I'm not going to get you into trouble," he tells her plainly as his gaze from the wall to the girl tending it. "It was just Jo." Like she's the safest thing in this Weyr. "And I'm sure the two of you can make plenty of trouble on your own. You don't need my help for that." His mouth pulls in a quiet smirk. Sabella finally stops working on the wall to turn on him, leaning her back into it. "Have you been at this weyr that long that you've gone soft?" Maybe it is the questions for questions game. But this time she follows it up with something more concrete. "She's questioning my loyalty. Tacuseth is questioning Ghislaith. She doesn't need much to tell someone else and then, the possibility that I could be out there in the world and have something happen to me? Becomes very real." At his remark that it's just Jo, she purses her lips and shakes her head. "Never trust anyone. Even the people who say they're out to help you." "Sounds like something you should probably get used to," I'zech mutters without much sympathy. "She won't tell someone else. There's nothing to tell. I probably know more about their business than you do." Which could, at least in some ways, be true. If nothing else, it's an assumption he's willing to make as he sizes her up now. "She's not gonna sell you out at the drop of a hat. Doesn't mean she won't sell you out somewhere along the way, if she has to." So yes, he agrees, trust no one, at least not completely. "You don't know that, you have no way of knowing that." Sabella crosses her arms over her chest, shakes her head. At this mention of knowing more about their business than she does, she rolls her eyes upwards. Taking a tightly controlled breath, "You set me up to have my loyalty doubted. And it is now. I'm not sure why that's so difficult to comprehend." Her chin lifts in the direction of the ledge behind him. "Leave. Before you get the idea to cause me anymore trouble." "And you have no way of knowing if I'm wrong, either. If you think anyone's got control of this -- me, you, or Jo -- you're..." But with a snort, he changes direction. "Listen," I'zech says quietly, dropping his chin as hers lifts higher, stepping toward her as she tells him to gtfo. "You're gonna need to grow a thicker skin because that life," that life, "is going to strip more control than it gives you. You want in, great. I said as much to Jo," kind of. There's a 'but' that lingers unsaid, if only briefly before he surmises. "Loyalty relies on love or fear. You wanna be loyal? You're gonna have to get comfortable with one or the other. Just remember you don't need them anymore. You've got options." But then he's said enough and with a shake of his head, he turns, ready to retrace his steps. Maybe because she's already said it, said it before and felt like he hasn't heard her. Or perhaps chosen not to hear what she's been trying to convey so she just looks away from him when he goes into the assertion that she needs to grow a 'thicker skin' or develop some 'loyalty'. There's no further denial or attempts to convince him otherwise. She told him to leave and he's going, so there's no dramatic attempt to get him to come back now. "How're those options working out for you?" "We'll put it this way," I'zech says, turning on a heel as he continue toward the door, to walk backwards a few paces while he meets her eye. "I'm not afraid of what's going to happen to me out in the world." He flashes her a grin, big and unworried, not about his fate or his dealings or whether or not she's feeling unheard or hearing any of his remarks in turn. See, Rojeth knew this would be quick, and he's been silent and still, waiting and listening, and now he unfurls his wings to be ready to leave again as soon as I'zech mounts up. He has nothing to say to Ghislaith. "Maybe you should be." Sabs doesn't move from her spot on the wall, back still neatly pressed against it. At least not until the pair are both off of her ledge and gone, back to wherever they came from. "Oh no, baby! Don't go! Come back and ravish me!" Cried Sabs as his dragon flew away. I'zech mishears and leaves a basket of radishes on her ledge the next day. Sabella makes fun of him to all the girls. What else is new? The part where you have herpes? Does she know because she got them? A girl doesn't divulge those kind of specifics. Convenient. Dimple. Penis.
CommentsAlida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 29 May 2013 00:52:44 GMT. < Do I have to send you both to your separate corners? ;)
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Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 29 May 2013 00:52:44 GMT.
< Do I have to send you both to your separate corners? ;)
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