Logs:In Need of a Guard
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| RL Date: 18 January, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin brings another into the fold, or tries to. Alida is unthrilled. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 11, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Simiron/Mentions |
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>---< Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#350RJs) >----------------------------<
Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier
or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them
instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large
enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the
cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters
down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open
space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet,
and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's
offerings.
Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven --
only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they
add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the
centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling
and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end
of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an
array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows
are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.
Scene Set: Lovely outdoors, dinnertime, relatively crowded.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Alida F 26 5'7" Athletic, white-blond hair, Clear green ey 4s
K'zin M 23 6'1" Muscled, Brown hair, Brown eyes 0s
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Inner Caverns Kitchen Bowl
>----------------------------------------< 8D 11M 36T I10, autumn night >--- Even with the kitchen offering fewer wheat-based delicacies given the recently announced shortage, dinnertime will always draw a crowd. The lovely weather outdoors has begun to turn chilly with the setting of Rukbat over the spires, so the living cavern with the trays freshly set out on the serving tables is the place to be. It takes K'zin some time to get through the line because he seems bent on piling his plate as high with food as possible so he won't have to stand in line again for seconds. The result is a tower of a salad with an assortment of items not meant to top a salad, but rather to be dishes in their own right. Nevertheless, they're on his plate and he's in search of a seat, angling away from the table reserved for his wing. She's already been through the line, and Alida's own plate is chock full of broiled fish, a chowder made from the same, plus cornbread and carrots...no sign of wheat anything on her tray. Alone at a somewhat more 'private' table tonight, the woman is attended right now only by her own thoughts, and the inward-directed look that smudges green eyes as she absently eats. Because K'zin's mountain of food and mug arriving across from her is surely just what Alida wants to see happen right now, the first words out of the bronzerider's mouth are: "I have a good reason. Hear me out, please?" At least it includes please, and at least he's not just sitting down (yet). He isn't smiling but does have an earnest look for the former guard. Though her eyes fairly leap from their inner focus upward and outward when first the subtle presence, then the voice of K'zin make themselves known, Alida's tilt back of her head is much more stiff and slow, the motion of a rusted automaton. Or a tunnelsnake rearing back prior to striking. Only a faint flare of nostrils and a temporary leap of green witchfire within her gaze gives any hint to what the bluerider's feeling as she stares into Waki's dark eyes...and waits, her fingers gripped indelibly about her fork above plate. Since there's not so much an active invitation, K'zin says, "It'll be less awkward if I sit." If that's even possible, so he does, which at least puts his shins in range should Alida feel the overwhelming need to take out some of her hidden aggression. "I need a guard." He says simply as he lifts his fork to dig into his plate. His voice is kept low so it blends nicely with the din of the cavern, but loud enough that the bluerider can hear him. "We might have a checkered past, but we were weyrlings together. And we are both riders of 'Reaches, and this is for 'Reaches." He waits now, to see if she's still hearing him out or perhaps to feel boot on shin. If she's hearing him, the only sign of it is the motion of astute, now dead-cold green eyes as they follow K'zin from stand to sit across from her...the once softer set of Alida's mouth now harder, lips thinning by increments as he continues to speak. Even as the bronzerider finishes what he has to say, the bluie remains deathly silent and near-absolutely still, continuing to stare statue-like into her clutchsib's browns. This continues for about 10 seconds or so - more than enough to make most people highly uncomfortable - before her low, intense alto grates across the tabletop, "You aren't trustworthy." "You can take everything I tell you now straight to K'del when we're finished," K'zin offers peaceably. "We tried to have a partnership when we were barely out of weyrlinghood. You scolded my lifemate and expected him not to share that with me. So we terminated the partnership. You terminated the friendship." The bronzerider sighs, "But this isn't about us. It's about Aishani. The storm. And something that, if it's true, we all need to be a shellov'a lot more concerned about. Something more important than old wounds." There's a sigh as he pushes food around his plate - stirring? the mountain. "I'm not even the same person I was then. I don't even want the same things. I'm practically tame." The horror. "Yer lifemate terminated it..." Alida intones with heated chill, her form leaning upper half in towards K'zin enough to put some restrained - though still deadly - intent behind her words. "We sealed the deal." Cue a clench of her fist to white-knuckled intensity about the poor fork in it. For a few moments, the bluerider struggles to contain, partially quell her inner rage, and, with the help of her own dragon, achieves a bit of success...though she can't stop herself from growling a low, "Wild felines don't change their spots." Ever. A sudden, vicious thump of her opposite fist to tabletop makes their plates jump a little, but the sound of the action and the outcome isn't really noticeable in the din of the dinner hour cavern. "Spill it," the bluie utters like a curse between them, glaring at Waki. "Alida," K'zin barely resists another sigh. "If we were untrustworthy, we'd've terminated it when you," the collective, "were in a bad spot. But we didn't. I'm sorry for how things worked out, but it's for the best. We were idiot kids," nevermind she's older than he, "Best that it ended without more trouble than it did." He's grown, see? Hindsight is a beautiful thing. He shrugs. "There's a man who has information that may prove important to the Weyr. This isn't the place to say much more than that, but you can ask K'del for the specifics. I'm working on my part, but the Weyr needs to keep track of him once my part is done. I thought you would be a good person for that. The fewer people who know, the better, but I'm not a guard. If he choose to give the slip once my part's done, I wouldn't know where to start." He leaves it implied that she, theoretically, would. The look on her features, in Alida's eyes, speaks volumes to what she thinks of K'zin's take on his trustworthiness and person: contemptible bullshit. As for the rest of his words... well, she is a guard, and that part of her cannot help but be at least somewhat intrigued, and it's this that finally allows the blonde to clip off a tart, "If I'm in, I wanna be told everything. All the way, 'r nothin'." Glare. For emphasis, her fork is wielded like a dagger, spun quickly about in hand, and stabbed viciously down into a piece of fish, then shoved into her mouth, where she chews...while she stares across the table. "I'm not in charge of who knows what, Alida. I'm just playing my part," K'zin answers her. "You can ask K'del." Evidently, so far as the bronzerider is concerned, it's the Weyrleader's show. He keeps that much simple, he can't make assurances. "And just what the fuck is 'your part?'" Alida veritably snarls across the table once she's done swallowing her fish, the blonde taking up her spoon, now, to quick-dip into her chowder and consume the spoonful. Ow; hot! Frownie-wince. "I will..." is darkly promised of inquiring with K'del, the bluerider then settling her attention firmly to her dinner. Apparently, this is a dismissal. K'zin's lips tighten slightly at the snarl. "Making him an offer." It's a simple answer, if not one full of detail. He rises, lifting plate and mug, "If you elect to help, let me know so I can tell you where to find him, if things work out." He moves toward the Taiga table to reluctantly take a place there to finish his own meal. His tightening of lips garners the faintest of wolfish little ghost-smiles from the bluie, who simply gives a fractional nod while watching K'zin move to his Wing's table. When her gaze returns to her own chow, there's new focus within it...and - as always when a situation like this occurs - a promise of fire. |
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