Logs:Who Benefits
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| RL Date: 8 May, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo stops by to talk family business and Weyr revolutions. A Girls' outing is what gets concluded from all of it. |
| Where: Aishani's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. |
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| The day after the mock threadfall that... really wasn't, the Weyr is possessed of an odd mix of moods from the exhilaration of finally seeing something happen to fury over what has happened. It makes for an unsettling atmosphere, but Iesaryth, at least, is still relatively calm - but the dark clouds on the sunny horizon might indicate something of her rider's mood. It's not Aishani that this rebellion seems to be against... but that doesn't seem to matter much to the weyrwoman. Not by the dark expression she wears as she stands tall and leans over her stone table, staring at a map of the High Reaches area like it might change before her eyes to offer suggestions. To anyone, it would seem like what happened with the threadfall didn't much register on Jo's radar. She and Tacuseth was certainly present, but, beyond that no one can really say if they can remember her reactions or her mood over what happened with the wings. So perhaps it's no surprise to find the tall, black-leathered bluerider and her dragon arriving on Iesaryth's ledge, the woman dismounting with ease as she sends a nod towards the gold dragon on her way in. With thumbs hooking into pockets, she approaches Aishani as she enters the inner part of her weyr with a brisk, "Lookin' for help in the most unlikely of places?" There's an easy nod as she comes to a stop across from her with the table between them, giving the map her interest as she adds, "Wanted to come by sooner, but things have been tryin' both within and outside the Weyr." There's certainly room enough on Iesaryth's ledge for Tacuseth, who is greeted with a pleasant rumble from the queen, one that's echoed more quietly for Jo as she passes into the massive weyr proper, still as devoid of decoration and personal effects as ever. Given she's been warned, Aishani doesn't have to look up to see it's Jo entering, but she does anyway - sidelong, not straightening up from the table, looking too weary for her few turns. It's not quite Taikrin level yet, but she's tired. "No. I'm just... I don't know. Trying to figure out where trouble might come from next." There's a slow smirk for the bluerider's last, and along the same lines, "There's always something, isn't there? We've both been busy, don't worry." "Won' have to look too far," Jo remarks, joining Aishani in looking at the map. "Seems like, there's enough trouble brewin' right here at home." She's not saying names, but then, she probably doesn't have to. Now she's studying the Weyrwoman in much the same way she was the map, adding in observation, "Yer tired, darlin'." She probably doesn't need to point that out, either, but this, she does. "Bet ya and Taikrin have been," she goes on to say for the last, straightening up with a hand on her hip. "Ya wanna talk about it?" Then, in an afterthought, "Got some words from the bosses myself," she adds now, indicating that this was not just a social call. "Want me to get more information on ya and yer family so they can consider properly. They can be pretty paranoid, ya understand. As long as I'm not interruptin' anythin'." There's a slight lift of intonation at the end of that, suggesting that it could as well be a question, too. Perhaps a mark of respect from one so unruly, that she affords her a little formality. With a purse of her lips, "Every time I concentrate entirely on one thing, I lose sight of something else. I won't do that again, if I can." Aishani does stop her hovering over the map though, pushing off the table with a low sigh. "I am. I'm tired of these rebellions and I'm tired of the utter hypocrisy of some people. I'm also a little tired, yes, but it's less exhaustion than simple weariness." Apparently, she does want to talk about it, though she stops there, looking back to the table, dark gaze made blacker by her mood. "I should let someone else do this, see how they like it then." That thought occupies her enough that she almost misses Jo's news - but that the bluerider has word piques her interest... though she doesn't precisely look any more pleased with it. Arching fine brows, "Not interrupting anything important. And information they don't have? Or information they want to confirm?" Not that she's that offended; paranoia, she understands. Considering what's said, "Who do ya think's the leader behind this current one?" Jo muses aloud, giving Aishani a knowing look either way. The ex-con has a few names on her list, by that look. There's a flicker of understanding in her gaze for the black mood, and she drops into a chair and drapes her hands over the armrests. She falls silent and for now, turns to the topic of her bosses. Nodding, "More the former than the latter, I reckon," she answers on information needed, the corner of her mouth lifting. "They're the sorts that value discretion. The same was done to me. Basically," and she leans forward to say this, "they need to know what it is exactly that ya want from them. What ya want them to do for ya and what yer offerin'. Yer family," and she inclines her head to this. "They want details. Who they are to the person, if any are convicts, if any are on the run, how many innocents, what their skills and talents are...what yer and yer family want us to do for ya." Leaning back once the brisk litany is done, "Ya know. The usual, I imagine. They want to see how we all can...benefit from each other." Leaning a hip against the table, Shani first twists a derisive little smirk - who does Jo think? - then actually takes the time to consider the question properly. Folding her arms, "I wonder if it's K'del specifically. I don't know. But they're all bright enough to do it without anyone looking like the leader. It's difficult to fire the lot of them." Difficult, though not impossible. It's enough of a problem that she'd rather focus on the one she can solve, but even the bluerider's litany of her bosses' requirements seem to trouble the young woman. Fine brows drawn together as she listens, there's a slow nod. "Well. The information on my family... that will take some time. Someone will have to go, and there's enough of them differently skilled that it might be better on paper, even if burned after. As for what I want, what we want... that might be more of a negotiation. And again, something I may have to speak to them about. I think I'd see it as an opportunity for my family to get back into business and your bosses to acquire interest in a talented trader family. Perhaps more than one, if things go well for the first. Everything else is details." And percentages. "Could be more than him," Jo can agree to that, nodding with slightly furrowed brows. "I do wonder. Even some of my wingmates seem to be onboard with this. Whoever's doin' this, it seems organized," as in, not just some run-of-the-mill act of rebellion. Turning to the simpler topic for now as she mulls it all over, "Ya can write it, and I can make sure that it gets into the right folks' hands," she offers easily. "They'll need names along with those skills. I remember ya sayin' ya haven' been by yer family. If ya think it's best that someone else should, I can." All the rest is getting filed away mentally, though she does focus her gaze on Aishani's face as she says, "More than one. There's another they would be interested in?" She takes a moment then before she leans back in her seat and says casually, "Ya just want to do this for yer family? The rest, bein' negotiable? They wanna know what yer willin' to do for them. To offer them." Jerking her chin back towards the ledges, "I told'em about yer lookin' out for our weyrlings," she notes smoothly. "That's somethin' that resonates well with my bosses." "Planned, at the very least. They took the time to spread the word, only talk to people that'd be amenable..." Aishani lets out a frustrated breath, shaking her head. "It's infuriating, frankly. Especially if K'del is involved, especially after what he asked us to do when they sat in protest of Iolene. Why couldn't someone raise an objection? I've generally been willing to listen." Though, as much as she's taking all this personally, it's not necessarily the goldrider they're objecting to (except for some of the older riders maybe, the Glacier riders). As for her family, "I think... I should go. I don't know enough, and I doubt that someone coming in and asking questions will go over well, however subtly it's done." She doesn't look excited about the prospect, but determined, certainly. As for the other family, there's just a little shrug. "It depends on the family, not on me," she notes idly. "And I'm glad that my goodwill gestures are appreciated. I think we can make arrangements that would make it easier for your people to do business, move goods in the area. Given both history and my family, I wouldn't recommend storing any thing for anyone, but we can always use people who need some time somewhere high up in the mountains, far from most." A pause. "Anything from my family specifically would have to come from them. I won't negotiate on their behalf, just for their aid." Leaning forward, "For all that this is clearly aimed at Taikrin, if somethin' like this continues to go further, it's gonna cause more trouble than it needs," Jo notes grimly. "I haven' seen Taikrin in a while, not since the threadfalls. Thought I'd pick yer head on if somethin' needs to be done. Somethin' that involves me, if need be," as she subtly brings up her services offered to the Weyrwoman. An offer that remains. When Aishani admits that she needs to go to her family, that gets her to blink with interest. Quietly, "How...long has is been since ya seen them?" she asks, slowly straightening up. She's inclines her head on the other family, but it's the next that she comments on with a little smirk. "Move goods and do business," she echoes, nodding a bit to that. "I can spin that. I can see benefits on both sides with that. I'm willin' to leave the details involvin' yer family to you, then. If ya can get me that note to send on over, I'll pass on to them what yer willin' to negotiate, personally. Thanks, darlin'." With a sharp nod, "It's so ridiculous. Everyone talks about how we have to work together - that's what we're taught, what we're told we'll have to do or we'll die, but as soon as someone gets it in their head that they have a moral right to disregard orders, all that goes right off the ledge, yes? Any bronzerider might be allowed to make mistakes - we all know the last one certainly did." Aishani does have to pause, does have to add, "Not that I would have chosen Tillek for the first 'Fall'." Nor for any of them, by her tone, the purse of her mouth. "That's appreciated," she tells Jo briskly, enough to gloss over the next, "Not since I left for Crom. Turns. It's Iesaryth." Her gaze shifts to the ledge, both warm and angry all at once. "They'll have to get used to her. And good. I can offer other things, but there's only so much I want to at first. I'm sure the arrangement will end up being fair." That, she's quite looking forward to, negotiating, by the smile she has for the bluerider, pleased. "I'll work on that. And thank you for playing go-between. I do hope it's helpful to your status in the organization, so to speak." "Since bein' here, I've notice a lot of hypocrisy goin' on about this place," Jo seems to agree, her smile dark. "Some that seem to think they're doin' what's morally right, end up bein' fuckin' worse than those of us that don' boast so. Taikrin meant well with those threadfalls, but after this I don' see how there's goin' to be any Weyr solidarity so long as this is goin' on. As if," she's quick to add, deadpan, "after this, if those doin' this is to get what they want, that they will in turn be unchallenged." When Aishani reveals how long it's been since she's seen her family, and why, "Yer blood to them," she states, barely shaking her head. "That should mean somethin'. To reject her is to reject you. I wonder, if I were to walk into the guard's barracks down in Keogh, if my father would see the same with Tacuseth by my side." With the negotiations done, the bluerider gives into a short chuckle and a "I like a good negotiation," in pleased agreement. "And, of course. Besides how good it makes me look to the bosses...been a long time, since I've enjoyed the company of another female." Pause. "That wasn' sexual." Well, she had to throw that in, her tone wry at the end. Shaking her head again, "It's not going to do anything good for any of us. It could bring the Council's attention and involvement, it could make more of the Holds upset... And I begin to wonder if 'Weyr solidarity' exists without an outside threat. From the way things sound, they barely held it together during threadfall - I suppose it might have been only a matter of time." And perhaps a matter of too much, too soon, but Aishani's not about to admit that if she's come to that conclusion. As for the Vijays, she only has the faintest curve of her lips before, "The raid made many of them nervous of dragons. But I think anything I can do for them will help with that. I can't imagine that how I live helps." The huge weyr, the food sent to her, the fine clothes. "And I'd hope he'd be better than that." Her last is quiet and yet, unbothered - she knows who her people are. But Jo's last comments bring her out of that more melancholy reverie quick enough, the very last bringing an entertained laugh, surprised. "Thank you. And I didn't think so. I likewise appreciate the company. Particularly of someone who understands what it's like to have... so little and come to so much. To know what it's like to be angry about that and grateful for that." It's more serious than she'd intended, but it's still out there, dark gaze even. "That wasn't sexual either." Okay, not that serious. On Weyr solidarity, Jo quips back, "I'm think yer right about that. Maybe Taikrin's fightin' an uphill battle, here with this. But I'll give her this, she's determined." On Aishani's family and dragons, "I can imagine it in their boots. They aren' the only ones out there, either that think like that." But it seems to warm the ex-con's smile to be able to bring forth that laughter from the goldrider, fingers tapping the chair armrests as she remarks, "I understand all that and more, darlin'. People I work with understand that, too. We know what a hard life is like. Didn' think anyone got that when I got framed for those I thought had my back long ago. Didn' think I'd find folks like me here." This Weyr. Even the last has her laughing enough to say, "Not that I don' find ya attractive. Ya know me. But. When there's a bit of time, and ya need to get away from all this for a few hours, ya and me will go out for an hour or so. I don' care where. Think it's sometimes good to step away from somethin'. Come back with a new pair of eyes, right? We'll make it happen, and I'll even not hit on ya the whole time! We can shuck knives at a post pretendin' they're people we hate." She tries to even make that all sound so enticing with that crooked smile of hers. Nodding, "She's determined, and... she shouldn't be judged by her past necessarily either." Aishani might have a personal interest there too, though... doesn't she judge K'del by his past, really? Um, never mind all that. The goldrider will likewise leave off discussion of family for now, not a fun one for either woman, for another grin and a little lift of her shoulders. "I suppose dragons need all kinds. Or it's fate, if you believe in that." By her tone, she's not entirely sure one way or the other. When Jo calls her 'attractive', she looses a hand to pat glossy curls with as much vanity as she can muster, dark eyes bright. "All right, I'll agree to that. Somewhere different. I agree with you, I've been looking at this place, these people, too long." People she might like to throw knives at, by the glance she gives the bluerider. "My cousin is a knife-thrower, and I haven't seen her in forever, either. I think it's in the blood." A pause, then with what seems like true sincerity, "Thank you, Jo - for being helpful." When so many people are so not being helpful. "And yet..." Jo counters on Taikrin being judged, a half shrug given. "But hey, I'm pretty used to bein' seen in a certain light, myself. But then, I'm not in any position of leadership, either. That suits me fine, for now. Fate." She seems to taste that word, seeming to determine if she does believe in it before she sniffs and says, "Maybe it just ain' the riders that are cracked. Tac seems to like it when I'm drunk." Dragons can be weird. When Aishani reacts to being called attractive dramatically, the convict rider steals a hand over her leather-clad chest and drawls, "Now yer just tryin to steal into my dreams at night." Chuckling at herself as she drops the hand and gets to her feet, "Good. We can call it a 'girls outtin' or somethin'. I've been overdue for one of those. Keep these folks stab-free, eh?" Yeah, she saw that look, and she's amused by it. With it being in her blood, "Must be in mine, too, though I didn' really develop a skill for it until I got out of the mines. Yer on, then." She steps away from the table, noting that sincerity with a quiet nod. "Anytime, darlin'," she gives with that casual ease she's known for. "Now, I better let ya get back to yer work, and I to mine. Keep on breathin', Shani." 'Work'. The map Aishani's been staring at? Well, presumably, she has other things to work on as well, weyrwoman-type things. Turning back to the table, still amused and looking lighter for it, at least, "Likewise, Jo. Keep your back to the wall." Assuming the bluerider works alone, but for Tacuseth - who's pretty good backup, really. Who needs other humans, pfft. |
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