Logs:Hears All Drag- Bullshit.
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| RL Date: 20 June, 2013 |
| Who: Sabella, Jo as ST, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Sabella goes to make I'zech's drop. It doesn't go as planned. |
| Where: Outside Sattle Hold, High Reaches Area |
| When: Day 9, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Foggy |
| Mentions: I'zech/Mentions |
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| Outside Sattle Hold, High Reaches Area
She's a quiet thing, that girl he's meeting tonight. Sabella approaches from behind, casually brushing her hands over his hips before slipping around in front of him. The greenrider's dragon isn't immediately visible and she doesn't necessarily look like a rider herself this evening. She's wearing a jacket that's warm enough to ward off the weather, but nothing like traditional riding leathers. "Have we met before?" She asks with a slow flash of a smile as she moves out of the reach of his hands and arms.
"If I took something from you don't you think you'd notice it was missing?" Sabella questions back, leveling him with a disarming smile as she puts one hand onto her hip. The other goes to the canvas bag slung around her neck, one that she reaches for the buckle on. He jumps and goes for his knife and she looks utterly unconcerned with that the action, seeing as how she's beyond that reach of him anyway. "Oh, I'm not? I thought you looked like someone I would know. Well, I'm supposed to be meet someone here. So if you're not not Narigan, than you best be on your way. Because I have business here." "Should I frisk you and find out?" There's a toothy grin from Narigan, the young man looking like that's an option he would very much like to put into action. He even demonstrates by lifting up both hands with wiggling fingers. Enticing. Sabella's latter words have him waving one hand away as he states, "Hold up, hold up. I'm Narigan, but you can't be I'zech." It's noted with a deliberate look towards her chest. "I was imagining someone less hot and handsy. Not that I mind the change, but then, changes like this can make my boss and ones like me a bit suspicious. I mean," and he takes up leaning his lanky frame against the tree, "how do I know you're not just some girl that's heard of this meeting, coming by to rob me blind? Or to knife me for the information I've got?" He's smiling now, at least. "Or you could check your own pockets and see if what's there before is not there now. But I can see where that might be too confusing for you." Sabella lifts her slim shoulders, that hand stilled over the buckle on the bag. "How observant. No, I'm not I'zech. But I do have what you're waiting around for. Of course..." And here she takes the opportunity to wave her hand around at the general area they're in. "If you'd like to wait around all night and see if he shows up, that's on you. I get paid either way." Now the greenrider presents him with another smile, seeming intent on ignoring the looks and comments for the time being. "Also, if I knifed you? I don't imagine you'd be doing much talking for very long. Dead people are often silent." Assuming that Rojeth was helpful enough to pass on some directions, now the chill mist sweeps in, prickly with ice crystals. « Has he come? » (To Ghislaith from Rojeth) The wood groans with the weight of her observation. « He was here first. » There's an image of the pair talking swept along to the bronze. « He does't believe that she comes in place of you. » (To Rojeth from Ghislaith) To Ghislaith, Rojeth is hardly surprised, though the fog swirls around that image she's sent, hunting for details. « He wants to get paid, doesn't he. » There's extra hiss in his rasp, impatient perhaps -- though with what is entirely unclear. "I think I like my option better," Narigan's quick to counter on that score. "But thanks. Once I check my pockets and find things amiss, I'll just make it my mission to come find you. It's what I'm good at doing, anyway." Either way, he doesn't look all that concerned on whether Sabs stole from him or not. Moving on, "So what is it I'm waiting for, then?" he asks, watching her. "Cuz, what I've got's pretty important, too. I would think for something like this, he would've wanted to be here for it instead of sending someone in his stead. Show me," what he wants to see, presumably. That last gets an even wider smile from him, simply replying back, "Ahh, but there's many dead people that can tell tales, too, pretty lady. You can be surprised." That garners a quick round of lighthearted laughter from her. "Oh, go right ahead and look for me." Sabella snaps open the buckle on the bag to pull forth a pouch of marks. She's cautious of their distance now, opening the bag to flash him the contents inside before quickly pulling it closed. "You're waiting to get paid aren't you?" There's a distinct sigh there, as if Narigan's beginning to bore her while they banter back and forth. "He had a scheduling conflict. Perhaps what he wants from you isn't as important as you think that it is? Meanwhile, we talk and the night drags on. So you either want to make the exchange or you don't." And it's not exactly that important to her or so she makes it seem. "Interesting. But hardly the point." She can sense the hunt in him. With an effort, the next image she sends to him is further detailed. More expressions, more emotion portrayed through it. The unsurprising level of distrust and general lack of good opinion from Sabella is distinct. The scene is still simple, the pair standing out of each others reach. Posturing for the upperhand in the exchange. « Perhaps not. He seems unhappy that yours isn't here. » (To Rojeth from Ghislaith) "You doubt my prowess," Narigan seems to chide with a tsk. "They always do." Hazel eyes drop towards that flash of marks, her choice of words drawing a wry, "Yeah. Get paid, and shit, don't matter to me if this don't get him hard. I've got plenty of others that will think otherwise. Either way, like you, I get paid." Flippant in the end, since business is what brings them together, "We'll make the exchange, pretty lady. Marks for information." Arms folding across his chest as he takes a breath, "Let's just say that someone I know has someone that everybody would want around." Leaning a bit forward, "I'm not talking some jumped-up renegade or anything, either," he clarifies. "I'm talking someone that would be pretty valuable to any lookin' to keep outta the way of pesky dragonriders," and there's a slight smirk to that. "You see..." and his voice drop, both brows lifting as he pins a pointed look onto Sabella, "...this someone hears all dragons. We know where they are." To Ghislaith, Rojeth is at least moderately satisfied by the improved details, clammy fingers having inspected all there is to inspect. « There's always someone who's unhappy. » And there is a sense that Sabella isn't the only one dealing with a sourpuss. Rojeth might usually sound a bit more indifferent about it, but tonight there's that edge of irritation. The next image comes forward and then it stops, pulled back as if Ghislaith herself is examining it to determine its correctness. She reluctantly forwards it to Rojeth, complete with her own brand of skepticism stamped on it. « He says that he knows the location of one that hears all dragons. » (To Rojeth from Ghislaith) To Ghislaith, Rojeth projects « Bullshit. » "I can't imagine why." Sabs responds dryly, even as her eyes begin to trace over his form. When he begins to speak, she is listening. Right up until he makes the big reveal. And the greenrider has to stop herself from beginning to laugh, what comes out instead is something of a short bark. "Do I look like an idiot? I was sent here for information, but I suspect now that you're just fucking with me. I can't go back to I'zech with some crazy story about a person that can 'hear all dragons'. I mean honestly." Her skepticism is clear, very clear. The image this time is just of Sabella's expression, more or less mirroring what Rojeth has just said. (To Rojeth from Ghislaith) A smug calm lets the mists go still and patient again. (To Ghislaith from Rojeth) Hands lifting away from his body, "Would it be more believable if I told you there's a woman in Nerat with two pairs of tits instead of one?" Narigan tosses back at Sabella's skepticism, archly. Then more seriously, "That's the news. Take it or leave it. Just leave your marks on the ground on your way out." Arms come to fold now, watching the other with mild interest. "And besides, isn't for you to believe, is it? I'm sure he's not paying you for that." "Nope." Sabella glances at that point on the ground before she lifts her shoulders, almost apologetically. "Unfortunately I'm going to have to leave it. And unfortunately for you, I'zech didn't pay me to come here and just hand his marks over for some bullshit made up story." The greenrider unbuckles her bag and drops the marks back in before beginning to carefully step back. "Because if he was here, I doubt he'd pay you." The tension seeps into Ghislaith's next correspondence. Sabella backing away, clearly not giving the bucktoothed man the marks he was expecting for the bullshit story he was selling. (To Rojeth from Ghislaith) Openly outraged, "It's not a made-up story!" Narigan shoots back hotly. "I've seen them myself! A seven from now? He can too!" Stepping off from the tree as he fishes into his jacket for a folded sheet of hide, "Have him go there a seven from now," he offers, still looking mulishly at her. "He's dragonrider, right? He'll get his proof. In the meantime, if you send me back from this with nothing but wasted time, what happens to me will hang over your head." He stares hard at Sabella now, waiting. "But you're not a dragonrider. So how do you know they're hearing all dragons?" Sabella is rightly dubious and she hasn't unbuckled the bag to give him any of the marks. That paper is regarded suspiciously and the greenrider dances forward to snatch it out of his hand quickly. She'll glance the words over, "For that kind of claim you'd need to have more than just words on a paper. I'd practically need you to have them here in front of me. You want me to send I'zech on a wild chase across Pern? You want him to go to some bumblefuck hold outside of Ruatha?" That threat of bad things happening to Narigan doesn't seem to move her, she's steeled against it. "Please. Here. I'll give you a quarter of what he was going to pay you originally, since you gave me a quarter of worthwhile information." To Ghislaith, Rojeth hesitates, but only for a beat, distracted by whatever it is that I'zech himself had to handle tonight. « Threaten to leave. » Though perhaps there's some sense that he half expects Sabella has done this already. "I was there with a dragonrider," Narigan's scowling her way now for questioning his claims. He lets her snatch the paper away before adding, "What I'd gotta prove to you for?" he quips back. "You're just the messenger! I'm sure I'zech's a big boy and can handle himself, but you know what?" He brushes his thumb across his nose as he sniffs, taking a look about them. Then he collects up his sack from the ground. "Fine," he gives. "Go see for yourself. I'll give warning, though. You're not who they're expecting, and they don't like surprises." Looking her over regretfully, "They're not going to like being jipped, either," he adds stiffly on the marks. "But by all means, since I'm blowing smoke up your ass. Come." He throws that strap over his shoulder as if preparing to depart before he says, "Anyway, that's all I've got. I've done my job. The marks?" A hand goes out as he steps to her. "Right, you were there with one. That's just like being one. As if a dragonrider from somewhere wouldn't snatch up a person that hears all dragons for their own weyr. For their own gain immedidately." Sabella takes a step back as she opens her bag, finds that pouch of marks. But she doesn't even hand him over a quarter of the marks. It's just one piece that she flips towards him. "For your trouble." And since she's a quick moving thing, she's backing away from Narigan (even as that paper she took from him disappears into her pockets somewhere) pretty rapidly. "He is a big boy. And he's not going to like hearing that you tried to blow smoke up my ass to get some quick marks out of him. So, I'll see you around. If you can find me, ever, ever again that is." Suspicions confirmed. The moving image of Sabella flicking one mark through the air towards the greatly irritated Narigan. « We're leaving. » (To Rojeth from Ghislaith) Antsy. Somewhere shrouded in the fog, things are moving. « Did he give her anything? » Rojeth wonders. « If he's not pissed enough to talk now... » Then he's not sure what would convince the man to hand over whatever it is he knows. (To Ghislaith from Rojeth) To Rojeth, Ghislaith projects an image with some words on it. But they're indistinct for her, it was too fast for her to get a clear picture. « He gave her a paper, she kept it. He says some people are going to be angry that she chipped them. » "Not from the folks I work for," Narigan says with a little smirk on his face on the first. "They're not exactly...easily accessible." But then he has current troubles to deal with more than trying to convince Sabella - one mark piece has him tossing out an angry, "What the-? Hey!! What kind of-?" but she is quick, even as he looks to be launching right after her. "Foolish girl!" he throws at her back, not chasing after her. He was going the opposite way, anyway. "Yeah, I'll find you, pretty lady," he adds on, though this one is likely not heard if she's busy retreating away. Some would even say that it was a half-hearted attempted at having the last word. To Ghislaith, Rojeth is still unsettled, the craggy swamp trees frosted and creaking, but what's done is done. « He can't get away. » That 'he' being I'zech. « He'll meet you when he's done here. » "Good luck with that!" Sabella calls out after him. If he doesn't make a move to catch or stop her, she's going to be gone, gone, gone into the shadows of the farmhouse. And if she gets that far, Narigan might be disturbed to hear that distinct rustle of leather like wings beating hard into the night air. |
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Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 20 Jun 2013 04:38:16 GMT.
< Iiiinteresting.
And I really enjoyed reading that!
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 20 Jun 2013 05:37:21 GMT.
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Oh ho ho~
Curiouser and curiouser. I really dug how immersive this whole log was, so bravo on Jo's STing and Sabella's being crafty. She really is made for these sort of things. I also liked the snippets of Rojeth, and wondering just what I'zech was up to on his end. The world may never know~
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