Logs:Heel!
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| RL Date: 6 March, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia, Barnabas |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia reprimands Bones for punching H'kon, and deals out the cruelest of punishments. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 2, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'kon/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. It's been a seven. A seven since Arekoth bespoke Hraedhyth with righteous fury. Since Bones assaulted brownrider H'kon, and Azaylia has begun to greet a certain gardener with a quiet, disapproving stare. It might come as a surprise then, when said gardener is told by a passing cavern worker that he should head to the Snowasis when it suits him best. Past dinner and not yet late enough for true debauchery, Azaylia has claimed a booth with a myriad of paperwork and hides. It looks as though she's been there a while, stylus busily scrawling in her usual bubbly script. When a perfect stranger informs him that his roomate is requesting his presence in the snowasis, the only response is absolute confusion. Bones' mind can't quite make the distinction between Zee, and weyrwoman Azaylia that others more accustomed to living in a land of titles can. So as he makes his way there, his mind is racing to drum up a reason for such an invitation. It had to be a surprise party, right? And yet as he enters, there's no streamers or smiling friends leaping from behind tables and chairs. Just the snowasis as it always is, only with his familiar female friend hard at work in the corner. He approaches with a carefree smile. "Hey Zee, what's up? Need help with your homework? Ha!" Azaylia's first glance upwards might be a guilty one. Too soon is she focusing on finishing a thought, placing what seems to be a comparison of two lists. There are numbers. Nothing to interest him, of course. "Bones..." No disapproving stare now as she motions for him to join her in the booth. Brown eyes look up to catch a server's pointing at the memorable ex-con patron and lifting a finger: one please. "No. I've been thinking about what you told me about the... argument you had with H'kon." As vague as his explanation had been. "I wanted to see if you really understand why what you did was wrong?" It's not a patronizing question, though it might sound it from anyone else. No, the goldrider is openly curious, looking up at the man with patient eyes. Bones' face drops a little as she speaks, big smile drifting away to an expression that already shows weariness for the conversation to come. "Whoo boy... If I say yes, can I go?" There's a brief flash of smile at his joke, but it fades quick at seeing her expression. And the hides. She was in serious mode for certain. He hated serious mode on anybody, that was part of why he hit H'kon in the first place. "I mean... yeah it's wrong to hit people, but I went in a little heated to begin with and he just kinda pushed the wrong buttons. S'no big deal right? He got right back up on his feet, no problem." Despite his downplayed version of the incident, there's something close to guilt in his expression as he glances aside. The obvious guilt is what has that serious mode softening, not that it takes much for Azaylia to do so. "Oh, Bones." She's not completely unsympathetic, "I don't know what H'kon could have said to make you so mad... But you can't go around hitting people. Especially riders. This is your second time." Third, but she doesn't need to know about K'del. She doesn't seem to mind that he hasn't accepted her offer to sit, looking more disturbed over who exactly he hit. "Arekoth, his brown? Was so upset. You hurt them too, when you hurt their riders." She explains even as a server arrives, giving the tall man an odd glance but placing the mug of klah closer to where he is. There's a short step to the side to allow the server in to place the mug of klah at the end of the table, and it's only in that moment that Bones feels the awkwardness of standing. "Sorry..." he starts, the beginnings of an apology, but not for H'kon. "But the booths... I mean they're just all kinds of uncomfortable. My legs are too long and my knees dig underneath and..." he trails off, a few seconds of quiet as he makes a decision, ultimately just shoving himself in to the spot. It's an awkward display of legs folding, butts scooting, and his knees crashing and fumbling past hers. Finally, somewhat settled, he reaches for the klah and takes a sip. "I didn' really... factor in Arekoth on that one I admit. But rider or not, if somebody's being an ass then they're being an ass, y'know?" He doesn't want to make this a political debate, and he's quick to begin offering promises of better behavior. "But I get it, I ain't on a boat no more and I gotta learn to keep my hands off. Old dogs new tricks though, y'know? I'll work on it." "I... almost don't want to know what H'kon said." Azaylia admits, though once the server leaves she seems mildly distracted. There's a wince or two for Bones shoving himself down into the booth, brows pinching in a silent apology for her poor choice in seats. In the amount of time it takes him to sit, she's decided not to ask for details. "Arekoth accused Hraedhyth of favoritism. She wasn't happy about that. I don't want people to think that I'm going easy on you all the time, either. I want you to apologize to H'kon. And..." The goldrider holds her tongue as he takes a sip of the much-lightened klah, biting her lower lip as he does. It can barely be called such, rich caffeine dominated by most-parts milk. "I've asked the 'tender to cut down on your klah. Just for a few days." A week. Honestly doing his best to listen intently and take things seriously, Bones is already taking deep pulls of the klah in the middle of her talk of playing favorites and public perception. But as the first part of his punishment is outlined, he actually half-chokes on the drink he's in the middle of taking. And as for part two? Despite the solid grip his hand would seem to have wrapped around the mug, he actually entirely loses his grip to see the cup fall the foot or so to the table. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Anger, actual anger. Towards Azaylia of all people. "Do you... if you knew..." he hits that word hard, an internal struggle going on within in regards to information, and how much she needed. Half-spilled mug of klah is left sideways on the table, the stuff actually beginning to drip towards her documents. He moves to scoop it away from them with his hands, ensuring not a drop would reach anything important. "I'd make him choke on his teeth before I apologize for what he said about you!" Oops. For a split second there's fear in Azaylia's wide eyes. He'll see it, as well as the moment it's banished and replaced with something far more savage. That doesn't last long, either. The goldrider swallows, gaze dropping to the table so she can save her work from the spill, "I'm sorry. It's the second time, Bones and... I want you to be able to stay here." So, discipline. She doesn't look up as he reveals just what had him so riled, in a sense. Closing her eyes doesn't hide the pain that flickers all too obvious across her features, licking her lips before she manages to speak again. "It doesn't matter what he said about me." Judging from how her eyes glisten, it does. "You can apologize to him after the week is up. You don't have to do both." Her words are uttered in a quiet, listless murmur. It makes it all the more difficult for those turned heads to know what is being said- at least on her end. Immediately moves to scoot out from his seat, going at twice the speed and twice the awkward. This time, his rush sees him bang the edge of his knee on the way out. "OW! Son of a whore!" Not much of an insult, coming from Bones. The pain is sufficient to see him hop a few times even as he moves to scoop more klah away from things and down to the snowasis' floor. "Damnit I'm sorry, you're doing the right thing!" She is, but that doesn't stop him from saying it with some odd hostility that doesn't fit the words. "I'll skip klah before I say sorry. Wouldn't do nothin' for 'em anyway. Man ain't got no feelings to hurt!" Azaylia is startled out of her regretful calm, "Bones be careful!" His swearing doesn't seem to phase her, half-rising from her own seat to get a better view of his knee. His oddly aggressive encouragement leaves her baffled, and yet inspires her to insist, "It's not because of hurt feelings." She makes no arguments for or against the brownrider actually having them. "It's the right thing to do." "Punishin' me is the right thing to do..." spoken with enough conviction to be transparent as truth. At least to Bones. "... But he deserved that shot, and I ain't goin' to him with tail between my legs makin' him think I'm the only one in the wrong." By now, the klah spill is contained, and Bones' hands and forearms are brought to his side, dripping the stuff to the floor by his feet. "I'll throw him an apology when he sends one your way, Zee." A pause. "Weyrwoman Azaylia." A correction and goodbye all at once, the wet con stomping way out. In perplexed silence, Azaylia lowers herself back into her seat as she watches the gardener storm out. When someone comes over to clean up the spilled klah, she does her part in wiping down the table, her papers still clutched against her chest with one arm. After everything's clean, the weyrwoman is left to sit in the wake of such a scene. There's no time to look embarrassed, not when she's coping with the bleak fact that there will be no apologies for anyone. |
Comments
K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Mar 2013 19:21:19 GMT.
< Ahahahahaha. I loved this.
Go Azaylia!
But I think I especially like that Bones has a very well-developed code of his own. He did what he thought was right. He'll stand by. <3
Brieli (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Mar 2013 22:57:55 GMT.
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She should have kicked him out. That would have been effective, but less cruel. I've learned one thing about recovering alcoholics... and that is: they need their coffee and smokes.
Barnabas (Barnabas (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Mar 2013 23:21:17 GMT.
< @K'del: His code is well-developed. Doesn't mean it's always right. Personally, I think Bones is overreacting at H'kon. A smidge. =)
@Brieli: Yeah, he's GOTTA have his klah, which just goes to show how angry he is that he'd rather give it up then say sorry.
K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Mar 2013 23:43:34 GMT.
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A teeeeeeeny tiny bit. Yes. XD
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