Logs:Settling Something
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| RL Date: 5 March, 2010 |
| Who: K'del, P'ax, Silarra, W'chek |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: K'del lays down the law when he catches P'ax and W'chek fighting. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: B'tal/Mentions, Gabrion/Mentions |
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| "Bull/shit/," snarls P'ax, but at least he doesn't keep punching Whit once he's rolled off him. It helps that Silarra is now in the way maybe. He gets to his knees, panting heavily, and then to his feet. "Just like you didn't want to break Gabe's nose? Or beat up Bety? I guess it's not so fun when it's somebody who can actually hurt you back, right?" He reaches up to cup both hands over his forehead and shove them back through his hair, turning his back on the bronzerider and the girl in between them, walking back a few paces. "Fucking coward." Even if he was the one asking for the intervention, W'chek tries to get in one last blow as she intervenes, but as he's very careful *not* to hit Silarra, it's impossible for that to actually land. He has a hard time getting his feet back under him after they've been separated. "Damned well wanted to break Gabe's nose. Meddling little bitch. Consequences." His speech is slurred and muffled, and his mouth is all bloody. "Don't you fucking talk about Bety. Don't you dare." And, at 'coward', he tries to push past Silarra to get at P'ax again. Silarra turns towards W'chek, pushing him back with all the strength she can. "Oh no. You wanted it stopped? You don't get to break that now." She's not getting out of the way. He wants P'ax, he's going through the candidate. "Though maybe I should let him break /your/ nose. You leave my cousin the fuck alone, or I will send my own fists somewhere sensitive." The humor is gone from Silarra's tone completely at that, glaring full on at W'chek. Isn't it convenient, how K'del ends up wandering out of the Snowasis and into the bowl, right in the middle all of this? Without any draconic intervention, too! He's off in his own world, obviously deep in thought, right until the sound of raised voices seems to catch his attention (funny that) and he stops short. Stares. Finally, lunging forward, though he doesn't actually reach to grab anyone at this point; "The /fuck/ are you doing? /Stop/." Which suits P'ax just fine, he'll be more than happy to leap right back on W'chek and resume beating his face in given half a chance. "I'll show you consequences, asshole," snarls the greenrider. Except dammit, Silarra's ruining his fun. And K'del is /definitely/ a downer. He turns three quarters of the way towards the Weyrleader, keeping the other two in sight. Now he's got two bronzeriders to glare at. "Nothing," he replies, somewhere between cold and sullen. "W'chek and I were just settling something." Has W'chek ever mentioned how much he adores K'del? No? Suddenly, K'del is like his best friend in the whole world. "He fucking attacked me. Out of nowhere." He wipes his mouth with his hand, not that it does much to help. "Bastard broke my partial." No matter he's talking funny. "'N got another tooth, too." He's still got enough of the inscisors left to talk with, at least. Funny, though, how W'chek seems to mind the damage to his partial more. "Fucking *attacked* me," he repeats. Silarra rests her hands back on her hips. She's looking between the two fighters, watching for one of them to dart forward again. "I just figured it might be better for the weyr in the long run, if they didn't murder each other in the bowl." The candidate states dryly before adding. "Kinda reconsidering on one front." W'chek gets another quick glare. No one should be punching her cousin but her. "I left you people, what-- almost no time ago at all," grumbles K'del, shooting scowling glances at both Avalanche riders; Silarra gets saved from that, and given a peculiar, eyebrow raising gesture instead. "And you-- get away from each other. /Now/. What the shells have you got to settle that involves killing each other in the bowl?" He glances at Silarra again: maybe she knows the answer and is an impartial party! Maybe. P'ax counters hotly, "He broke Gabrion's nose." Which is obviously the BEST reason to go vigilante and break someone's teeth, right? "And I'm positive he's the one who beat B'tal up -- AGAIN. He's a fucking lunatic, K'del, a MENACE." Says the guy who just attacked him. He isn't actually anywhere near Whit at this point, standing a couple paces away with his arms folded over his chest, looking wary and tense and probably ready to jump at a moment's notice. "Didn't mean to," W'chek says, lamely, as regards Gabrion. "Just meant to hit 'im. And I didn't do anything to Bety. Don't you fucking talk about Bety." His voice is raising again, although at least he manages not to try to go after P'ax again, but if looks could kill P'ax would be a puddle of ooze. "I was just minding my own business when he attacked me," so he's back to that again. "Wasn't gonna kill 'im, just defending myself." Slightly smaller daggers in his gaze at Silarra, the traitor. "Apparently it was about that idiot hitting Gabe and B'tal." Silarra tells K'del point towards W'chek with another daggerlike glare to him. "And don't you /dare/ ever mean to hit him again." The smaller woman states before she looks towards P'ax. "Blondy was winning though. But he'd taken it from punches to trying to strangle the idiot. So I broke up the entertainment." "Dawn sweeps, two sevendays," says K'del, apparently taking the various summaries and working out some kind of truth; his words seem mostly aimed at P'ax, and are as much dismissal as anything. "And you do it again, it'll be worse." Now, this said, he turns his attention back at W'chek, eyeballing the other bronzerider. "/Did/ you hit B'tal? Clearly, don't even need to ask about Gabrion-- and how fucking dare you do that?" Beat. Then, more calmly, "Thank you, Silarra." "He likes it rough," mumbles P'ax defensively over the whole choking thing. "I wasn't really trying to kill him. Not that he doesn't deserve it, beating on the people I care about. Lousy jerk." Glare. He breaths in and nods to K'del, then salutes. "Understood, Weyrleader." His eyes flick back and forth and then he turns towards Yyth and stuffs his hands in his pockets, ambling over to mount up and head for his ledge. A sniff. "Didn't do anything to Bety." W'chek is more practiced at this denial. "Gabe was talking shit about me, so his own fault," he says, that first more to Silarra. "You don't think I got the right? No better'n *I* got and nobody ever gave anybody dawn sweeps for hitting *me*. Didn't mean to break his damned nose." That's his story and he's sticking to it. "And fuck you," again, he calls after P'ax--then theh disclaimer to the others, "Don't like him that way, no how." Silarra nods over to K'del for his word of thanks. And then it's back to glaring at W'chek. "Poor little boy. Can't even manage to listen to someone a foot shorter without needing to break their bones." There's bite to her words. "Must not be so confident in your own manhood." And then K'del gets a bit of an abashed look for adding in some not-so-helpful things there. K'del lifts a hand in Silarra's direction, particularly in the wake of that abashed look, obviously encouraging some silence, now, maybe, if at all possible. To W'chek; "You don't pick on candidates. You don't-- fuck." He can't seem to put words to it, and steadfastly ignores the issue that, it's true, no one /did/ get dawnsweeps for hitting him. "Stay away from him. And if I hear /anything/ about you hitting B'tal, there'll be trouble. More trouble." "S'not bone, s'--never mind." W'chek and his mighty knowledge of human anatomy! He probably doesn't know much outside parts that are regularly injurable. "Wasn't listening, he was telling Madilla--never *mind*," again, like he's needing to keep himself focused. He puts his hand up to his mouth for a moment. Has to pause, brow furrowed. Quieter: "Love him. Don't treat him bad. We're happy." Silarra puts her hands back on her hips. Apparently the weyrleader actually can get the girl to shut up. So instead of adding to the mess with words, she'll just go back shooting a look that could kill on it's own to W'chek, with a snort for what he starts to explain about B'tal. "To be honest," says K'del, shaking his head. "I honestly don't care what your excuse was, W'chek. You don't do that." His gaze takes in Silarra for a moment, then tracks back towards the other bronzerider. "Won't have fighting in my wing. /Won't/. Final warning, you hear?" His hands slide into his pockets, hanging there loosely in a way that only barely diminishes his righteous anger. Another little sniff--"He hit *me*," W'chek maintains again, but then there's a resigned nod. "S'over anyway. All done with. Nothing else to worry about." He waves the hand away from his mouth before returning it back. Maybe the pressure is helping a bit. He gives a sideways look at Silarra. "Do," he maintains. "Got no idea how." Defensive. And must be, to go spouting off all that in this company. Silarra gives W'chek another look over and a shake of her head. "Only cause you deserved it." She mutters under her breath before she states at full voice. "Maybe you'd better go get the healers to look at all that mouth stuff." And then K'del gets another look. "I should, uh, go inside." K'del opens his mouth, like he intends to say more, but maybe he thinks better of it. "Go see a healer," he agrees, indicating the caverns with a bob of his head. "But remember: I'm watching you." Because he is so very, very menacing, oh yes. To Silarra-- "Before you go. You after one of those... wine seal things? Ought to offer. Been helpful." She has. Apparently. Flat answer to this healer business: "No." Without details. W'chek shakes his head vehemently. "'m fine." Except for the whole lack of teeth thing. His partial's on the ground somewhere, but he's not going to go scrounging around for it at this point. "Gonna go get a rag." He eyes K'del, swears--under his breath this time. "That. Forgot that." When he decided to go into amateur pugilism. "Later." What, no bloody-mouthed lectures? "Rag. Right." And without a goodbye, he tromps off. Silarra watches W'chek go with a shake of her head. And then Silarra is turning to look back to K'del. "What? Oh, the scavenger hunt. Yes, I could definitely use a wine seal, start my team out with something at least." Silarra relaxes a bit at the chance in conversation, letting her hands fall off her hips. Frowning after W'chek, K'del takes a moment before he can respond to Silarra; his expression is apologetic. He's clearly been deep in thought, even if just for a few moments. "Here," he says, digging into his pocket to take out one of the aforementioned items to hand it over. "Gets you started, at least. I'm-- sorry you had to see that." Beat. "Them, I mean. At it. They're--" He's without words. Silarra reaches out with a gloved hand to take the seal. "Thank you." Silarra states before she shrugs. "Not a big deal. Neither of them swung at me even when I jumped in there. Seemed to be getting a bit out of hand. Better off to retaliate with one swift punch or kick somewhere sensitive and leave it at that." Silarra states evenly. "Have a good night." K'del fastens a curious look on Silarra, his lips twisting into something resembling a smile, albeit not quite. All he says, though is, "Well. Good for you, I guess. And-- yeah, you, too. Look after yourself." Duty discharged, he turns to head back off towards his own weyr. |
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