Logs:Mostly Business
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| RL Date: 16 May, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, Jo |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: K'zin asks Jo by to pick up a load of sketches for her dealer. They catch up a little. |
| Where: Guest Weyr, Telgar Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, L'dur/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| With Rasavyths injury and extended recovery, it's hardly a surprise that Jo hasn't heard from K'zin about business or otherwise. The bronze is so often walled off from everything and everyone in these past months it's easy to assume it is like that always now. But proof it isn't so comes when Rasavyth's tenor and shimmery ooze flap a mimicked banner in Tacuseth's direction. « If you and your Jo have the time, my K'zin has sketches for her to pass along. » Simple and eloquent. A feeling of location - one of the Telgar ground weyrs - accompanies his touch. Whether Tacuseth is close or in the area or not, the older blue sends back in record time the rough breeze of the hot arena sands. « We come! » gets sent back in welcome, seeming as if they had been waiting for their call all this time. It's more that likely that they had managed to catch the rowdy pair at the right time. It's a few moments before suddenly the blue's presence can be felt in the space of Telgar, and further on he wings right down towards the ground weyr in question for a landing. He bends for his rider to leap off easier - Jo, wrapped in her black leathers and bravado. She never leaves home without it. Rasavyth is sprawled on the low ledge, though there's still room enough for Tacuseth. His injured side is to the wall, so evidence of the surely healed tears or other lingering deformities are hidden from view. He could be a one dragon freak show if he turned around, but who can say. Maybe he always has been though. The blue is greeted warmly with a thrumming low in Rasavyth's throat. After all, once you've spent an evening brooding over a lost flight together, you're bros for life, no matter how long it's been since you saw one another, or how reclusive a certain bronze has been in the wake of his injury and long recovery. K'zin is stepping onto the ledge, freshly bathed judging from the short-cropped wet hair, and neat attire - brown leather riding pants and a tan shirt. "Jo, hey." He greets. He looks better. Of course, since Jo hasn't seen him, he probably still looks less well than the last time she saw him. He didn't lose a tremendous amount of muscle and tone, but it's taking time to come back now that he's not practically in a coma. Thankfully, it's been months, so he doesn't look sickly anymore. "Come on in," he invites with a gesture toward the inner weyr. Tacuseth probably doesn't see the injuries, though, not through his lack of trying - he lands on the uninjured side as Jo dismounts, the greeting returned with open fondness between comrades. It's almost as if time hasn't gotten away from between them. "Hey yerself," Jo greets in like kind once K'zin emerges, drawing her sharp gaze over him once as if looking for any out-showing bruises. With him gesturing for her to come in, she follows behind as she quips, "Ya know, I was rather surprised in gettin' a summons from ya on account of sketches'n payment." It's an idle notation as she walks in, his easy gait there throughout her wiry frame. "How's it been, stranger?" "Should I have been calling you here to wrestle instead?" K'zin queries, brows raised as he glances back over his shoulder. "It's not like I could call to have you break me out of here. There aren't any locks to pick on my invisible shackles." There's a slight edge of humor in his tone for that, and a gesture with his arms to indicate what can't be seen. Telgar probably would gladly hand him over, if only his dragon could fly. "It's been--" the bronzerider might contemplate in this moment of hesitation putting a happy face on the whole matter; just an unasked for vacation, or some such, but with a shrug like it doesn't matter, he answers honestly, "Like living on the Red Star, for a while. Then better. Still, it's not home. The dragonhealers are hopeful that maybe after turnover," Still a couple months away, "I might be able to make a go of it and come home. 'Til then the drawing helps keep me busy when I'm not working. How's it been for you?" "Suggestin' yer a prisoner of Telgar, then?" Jo chooses to answer K'zin's question with one of her own as she takes a liberal look around the place. "I could almost believe it. Gettin' yerself all injured'n all." She drops to a seat at the edge of the bed, leaning back on elbows as, finally, her gaze returns to him. "Yer ain' missin' much, darlin'," she gives in a perfected bored tone as she resumes her study of the weyr. She is most likely speaking of their actual home. "Folks that other folks think should be Weyrleaders are'n the skies are behavin' as they should. Dreadfully borin', if ya ask me. I rather liked the chaos." Her tone's almost wistful, as in, she could be joking, right? "Other than that," she continues to say with a sigh, "it's the usual. I do my duty to Weyr'n then I do my duty to me. What else can ya expect? Where're those drawings?" Now she asks, looking his way. "If only. A prisoner of limitation." Not that he didn't suggest that it was of Telgar instead of the fact that they can't yet fly. "I keep telling myself accidents happen," it's not like they planned for Ras to run into another bronze during that green flight, "But it doesn't help much." The weyr is pretty standard. A table with some chairs, a hearth to keep it warm, a couple of low steps leading up to where the bed is. Other than the quilt that is all High Reaches colors mixed with the same burnt cinnabars of Rasavyth's hide, it doesn't look like even in all these months that the two have been making it anything more than just a place to lay their heads. K'zin crosses to the press at the foot of the bed. "Behaving. The audacity. What're the odds like? Hraedhyth must be coming up on rising soon," The bronze on the ledge flexes his claws on the stone unhappily, "Does the betting pool favor K'del or someone else?" And as for the duty to herself, he does ask, "Found many more places for your map?" Out of the press comes two twine bound stacks of about two inches thick each. Rather than bring them to the table, he drops them on the bed. "Feel free to have a look. I've been bored." Really bored says the number of drawings in those stacks. "I've got something else too. Don't know if it's his kind of merchandise, but it's a bit up the same alley." He pulls out a palm-size wooden box with a clasp, offering to toss the thing to Jo if she's willing to catch. Continuing her casing of the place as she listens, "Yeah, I think so," Jo answers on Azaylia's queen, turning to regard him now. "Must have Ras chompin' at the bits to be here, right? As for this bettin' pool, darlin', I think it does seem to be in K'del's favor. Some have been tossin' in Breteth's L'dur's name into the mix, too," who was a bronzerider from Glacier. "Who really knows how these things turn out," she goes onto to say, seeming not in the least bit concerned either way. "It could very well ended being some foreign bronze that snatches up the Reachian queen. Imagine the chaos that would bring." Well, there's definitely a spark in her eyes at the possibility, referring to her previous statement on liking chaos. "But really, 'M bettin' it'll be K'del," she returns to non-chalance as she folds her arms. "Cadejoth seems drawn to winnin' queenflights. Got anythin' for the bettin' pool yerself?" As to map making, there's a brief frown before shaking her head. "Haven' had the time, darlin'," she answers in distaste. "Soon, though. Wanna start expandin' as far south as the southern continent." Then the sketches appear and the bluerider leans forward to snatch them up off the bed the moment they land. Before she could even give the first drawing a thorough look-over, K'zin's tossing the wooden box her way and drawing her attention. "What is it?" she asks as she turns it around in order to open it. "Surprisingly, no." K'zin says this with a frown. "Not that I'm looking to wear a Weyrleader's knot," yet, "but it is strange that he's so disinterested. Maybe it's because of how he got injured, or maybe because of how he's been trying to charm the Telgar queens. Maybe we've been too long away from home and everything happening there feels as distant as if we were really foreign." That the bronzerider goes on so long has him ending with a blush and a, "Sorry." Then, "Anyway, they're dragonpoker cards." The box. "I'm sure I'm not the first to have the idea, of course, but seemed like it might be of interest to the right people." Apparently Jo or her contact are supposed to know the right people. "I've made three sets and they'll stand up to play." The next is almost an afterthought, "Feel free to keep one for yourself as a sort of thank you or tip or gift or whatever." The other two sets in equally plain wooden boxes are tossed onto the bed. And at long last, "Odds are against Cadejoth and for K'del. It'll be interesting to see if the wants of the relatively undivided Weyr bleed through and help Cadejoth get the win; I've heard of that happening before. You'll have to come by after and let me know how it all went down." Though couldn't (wouldn't) Telavi tell him? "Yer enjoyin' Telgar, then?" Jo takes a more casual lean on the bed as she listens. "I mean, yeah, it is interestin' that that bronze of yers ain' interested. Considerin' the considerin's." She opens the box to look over the poker card deck then, lifting the top one out. Examining one, "Not bad at all," she says, nodding to herself. "Not bad at all, bronzerider. I think ya missed yer callin' in the arts, darlin'. Don' ya worry though," and she pauses to scoop up the other two boxes that he tosses on the bed. "I'll make sure they're put to good, profitable use. I just might take one of these decks, though. Ya have no idea what chicks'll do durin' a rousin' game of strip dragonpoker." Pause. "Or maybe ya do." She flashes K'zin a naughty little grin for her loaded words before closing the first box and returning to the sketches. She nods on the topic of K'del as she starts sifting through the sketches, pausing on those more racy-looking than the rest. "I'll peep ya out when it gets decided," she says, briefly looking his way. "I think ya really should find a way to drop by Reaches, though. Too much of Telgar can make one...more Telgari." She could be joking there but it's hard to tell. "Some days more than others. It's a little inconvenient as it's meant I've sort of invaded my-" K'zin's brow furrows. What to call it? He starts the sentence anew, "I was visiting my bi-monthly good time when the green went up," and Rasavyth subsequently crashed. "So now I'm sort of in his space, which keeps things interesting." The bronzerider glances toward the ledge, "I'll bear it in mind as a retirement option should I survive my tenure as Weyrleader wherever that happens. Yes, Rasavyth still has plans K'zin is unlikely to escape. "I wish I had recent memory of what chicks will do during a rousing game of strip poker. Feel free to refresh my memory sometime." This is said with humor. He glances toward the table and chairs, "Could easily fit four around that table, six if they squeeze up against one another." Some of the drawings in Jo's hands reflect this very idea, in fact. Without the poker. Or the table. "Don't want to risk getting stranded at Reaches for one reason or another. We're fine apart for a while, but if I got hurt and he couldn't fly yet, one or both of us might die trying to get to the other. Some risks are worth it, but not that one." Then, "One thing Telgar is missing is a shortage of sparring partners that won't create a big inter-Weyr to do if I win. Think you can make time to come school me once a seven or so? I'm well out of practice." "Yer bi-monthly good time?" Yeah. Jo's wanting some clarification right there. She snorts on his response about strip poker as she continues to study the sketches, only looking up towards K'zin when he broaches the topic of sparring partners. Lifting one of the sketches up for closer perusal, "Suppose I could," the bluerider allows, not looking in his direction. "Might be fun kickin' yer ass in another Weyr. Least I can do to help keep ya entertained, right?" Then she flashes him a wide grin before laughing, shaking her head and setting the sketches back on the bed. "Anyway, thought ya were at least spendin' yer time fuckin' the pieces 'round here," and she says it in much the same way as if that's what she would be doing in his position. "Should be too exhausted to be sparrin' with little ole' me. Hasn' Tela been comin' 'round?" Eventually, Jo was going to bring that up. "The bronzerider I see. You know, in his bed." K'zin mentioned once before during a run in in the bathes, "He's from here." Of course, that mention was probably over a turn ago, so that says something. That over-turn-long male-on-male liaison probably explains the accuracy of some of the sketches in the stack. "Haven't much been in the way of fucking many pieces in a while. Just the two," but his imagination hasn't suffered. "Tela's been around," there's definitely a "but" he doesn't say. "I'm out of practice with the sparring," but didn't he already say that? "Probably better that I'm not ruffling any Telgari feathers by finding your amount of tail. "Still?" Jo flicks a glance over towards K'zin. It's a long, studying glance. "Hm. Must be gettin' serious then. He must be glad to have ya at beck'n call, here." One corner of her mouth curls upward just a bit before waving out towards the ledge as she asks, "Tela's been around, but? What, ya still pushin' that girl away, is it? Sure, we can spar. Not that in Telgar's space all that much, but still. Ya may just catch me every once'n a while. Don' sound all that fun, not causin' some sort of trouble for this place, though," and she eyes him pointedly. "But yer always were the sort that was bad boy one minute'n good-rule-abidin' boy the next. Thought ya would've settled down on one or the other by now, K'zin." "Not really serious, but why throw away a great lay without strings?" The answer comes with an easy shrug. "Though I'm given to understand," because he doesn't really remember, "that he was around nearly as much as Tela when I was out of commission. So no strings but not insignificant to one another is probably a fair way to put it." But that's enough about the man. As for the woman, "Tela has been filling the void with repeat partners. Good to know I'm replaceable if I bite it." Maybe it's ego-bruising or maybe it's jealousy. Either way, it isn't good. That they'll spar is now decided but one more thing needs an answer. "I have settled." K'zin can't help a thin smirk. "Let me know when you figure out which I really am." Laughing, "Guess I wouldn' really know all that much," Jo relates on the first easily. "Longest I've been with someone, he upped'n get himself injured enough to leave. For me, that's a new one. Do ya want more of her?" Telavi. "Cuz, I've been gettin' the feelin' that ya don'." His answer on being settled earns him a small smirk and a "I think I'll never know with you." "Then I'm doing it right," the last is answered first, and with a smirk that broadens after a moment into a grin. "Dunno about Tela. It's sort of strange, really, and probably unfair, since I have him and I'm not about to ditch him to just be with her, not that I don't care about her enough." K'zin probably does, "But I don't much care for her having multiples like him on the side, except not as long-lasting and-- I don't know. It's complicated now." Again. Isn't it always? "Heard any word from Z'ian or have things pretty well ended with him so far off now?" The bronzerider asks of the bluerider. "That offer for hosting strip poker is still good if you're feeling lonely," he adds a moment later with a sense of 'cheer up' humor, whether its warranted or not. Jo snorts on that first answer as she returns to looking over the sketches one by one. She listens as K'zin explain the relationship with Telavi, looking over at him occasionally before she finally speaks. "Ain' it like men to always have an issue when us women want to make them not the only one when they do it themselves?" It's rhetorical, mostly, along with just that touch of snarky humor in her tone. "Can' blame the girl, can ya? I think ya like complicated. Wasn' it always?" Shifting to the next sketch now when he asks after the former Weyrleader, there's a small shrug as she studies the drawing before answering with, "Always do, here'n there. We'll always be friends. Ain' gonna lock down a man that's livin' so far away that the stars in the sky'll have more luck seein' than I will. Anyway, if it was meant to be..." Well, she lets that trail, finally looking his way. "Ya don' see me fuckin' cryin' about it, do ya?" this now comes in more typical Jo-style. "Strip poker. Huh. I only play that with bad boys, darlin'." The way she says it, she could be joking. One never knows with her. "I wouldn't have to play, necessarily." K'zin answers the matter of the strip poker first, because clearly that's what's most important here. "I could just host. You know, walk around serving you all drinks and looking pretty." And getting an eyeful of flesh, he'd hope. "My weyr back home is perfect for it. You've seen how big my bed is," he points out. Five-friendly. "Perfect for that kind of intimate gathering." Maybe it's easier to think about orgies than committed relationships. Who knew one woman could be more intimidating than four at once. "It has always been complicated," he'll allow for he and Telavi, "and I know it's not fair, but the heart wants what the heart wants." So at least his heart is mixed up in all of this. Then, finally, "I have a hard time imagining you crying about just about anything, Jo." Beat, and now he looks at her more seriously, "But you're alright?" If the answer is no, he'll probably hug her if he has to; it would be such a chore to hug Hot Jo. Hot, emotionally-vulnerable Jo. "Ya thought this out way too much, lover boy," Jo notes with a laughing sort of snort. Shaking her head, "I'm sure some lovely, ripe Telgari girls will be willin' to quench yer thirst there. Anyway, don' see much heart involved in Weyr life'n relationships, if ya ask me," which he didn't but she's putting it out there anyway. "Seems like, yer takin' a risk either way." She snorts on K'zin's comment about her crying, but when he asks the next question, a shrug is immediately given and she returns to his sketches. "Ya know I'm good," she says, eyeing him briefly. "I'm always good. Last time I got drawn up over a man was the last time'n that was a long time ago, darlin'. Think I'm in better shape than you, matter-fact." There's a flash of a quick grin going to the bronzerider following that before asking then, "So. Anythin' else ya wanna send my way? I'll head to the man after this an drop them off. I'm sure he'll find these...ravishin'." "Have to keep my imagination fresh somehow, else there'd be far fewer of these," K'zin reaches to tap the sketches as an answer to just how well he's thought this out. "No?" is asked of her belief about Weyr liaisons and the heart. "Certainly feels like my heart's involved. I've never been jealous before." Stupid hearts. He takes Jo at her word about matters of her heart. "That's it for now." Which should be plenty from the number of sketches she holds. "So I'll see you back to spar then," assuming she's shortly taking her leave. "Oh I'm sure ya have nothin' to worry about when it comes to lookin' for inspiration, darlin'," Jo remarks as she stands, finally tucking the sketches away into her black leather riding jacket. She merely shakes her head in response to Weyr liaisons before she adds in to that, "Jealousy. When ya've got a bubblypie of yer own?" Brow lifts his way, but she seems to be leaving it there. Turning away now, "Alright then, K'zin," she says, heading for the ledge. "See ya around. Keep me posted if ya got more for me to sell." The usual. It's all given with a backhanded wave. "I'm not sure anyone in the whole of history has ever said jealousy is an intelligent emotion." K'zin feels the need to say to her back. At least he knows he's being stupid (just don't tell Telavi). "Clear skies, Jo." He'll call after a moment, Rasavyth offering similarly cordial if more casual a farewell to his blue companion as the two head off. |
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