Logs:Slipping Under The Guard
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| RL Date: 1 August, 2013 |
| Who: Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Jo's out (big surprise) when she hears the news on the new Weyrleader. |
| Where: Some stable around Nabol |
| When: Day 23, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Z'ian/Mentions |
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| Jo had him by the throat. She had her target by the throat when Tacuseth announced that the Reaches have a new Weyrleader. The news hit her so suddenly that it only takes a half-second of a slip in her guard before the lanky man clocks her right in the face. "FUCK!!" the word explodes from her mouth along with the pain, the grip on his throat twitching as she fights the urge to touch her busted nose. Blood was already leaking down her face as she uses force to slam him hard against the wooden wall of the stable they're crouched in - away from prying eyes and ears. The hard slam does enough to knock the boldness back out of him, but the ex-con's in his face with her busted nose, snarling, "Do that one more time and yer endin' up six feet under anyway, fucker! Now tell me where!" Jo, angry without a knife, was intimidating. Jo, angry with a busted nose and a knife, was probably terrifying. The sharp part of the blade was snug against this throat now in less than a second, causing the man to sputter. "I-I-I told you I dunno!!" Weyrleader. "'Dunno' ain' cuttin' it, here," Jo presses that knife just a little further into his skin. Her patience was running out, and he could feel it through the sweat beading on his forehead. "Arskar. Where the fuck is Arskar? I know ya know." Z'ian's Weyrleader. Tacuseth's shadowy-and-dust-filled mind touches her right then, right when the press of her blade starts to produce a line of blood from his throat. She can practically smell his fear now, and it stinks. « Ya wanna go to him. » he invades her innermost thoughts without apology, the smirk heard than needed to be seen. Fucking WEYR-leader. « We gotta find this asshole, » Jo sends back irritably, right as the man answers in a blubber, "I-I-I-I dunno-" Jo removes the knife only long enough to aim a sharp blow to his gut. The man tries to crumple to the ground, but the sheer force of her arm holds him up against the wall. « The asshole can wait, » Tacuseth is pretty casual in assessing the current situation. « Ya worry. About what this means. To you. For him. Who ya are to him now- » "Place. Now." The man's recovering, and the bluerider in black leathers tries in vain to block Tacuseth out of her head. "I don'....I dun-NO, alright? But I know-" « Nice try blockin' me, sweetheart, » the nicked and scratched blue seems to gloat, seeming to be entertained by sifting through those thoughts that no one knows about. By thoughts hidden with an overblown ego. « Ya never could, ya know. Anyway. Go to him when he's ready...» "-someone who does! I have his name, alright? His name's Hanser! Hanser! You-" Jo knocks him out, but at least he's leaving this impromptu meeting with just a concussion. As she turns away from him to sheathe her knife, letting him fall to the ground in a heap of stinking fear and dirty clothes, Jo sends to her dragon, « Call Jormunth and Hiyudath'n pass on the name. The man was tellin' the truth about him not knowin'. » Not that it stopped her from knocking the man to the ground with her fist. As for the new Weyrleader... She looks down to find that some of the man's blood had stained the bracelet that he gave her. Her thumb rubs over the surface, smearing it before she starts her walk out of the stable. « When he's not engaged, » she now sends to the waiting blue, covering the stained bracelet with her jacket sleeve. She was going to have to wash it before she got together with Kait and M'ron. Sybile has been hanging around them, too, wanting in on the engagements, but this particular one wasn't exactly Greenfields business. This was Kimren's, and he was paying top mark to track down a man named Arskar. And then there's Z'ian, a difficult man that didn't want to be Weyrleader, and now... She didn't know what the implications of all of this would mean or be, but she didn't want him to go through this alone. Not now, and not ever. For once, she was looking to something other than business. Arskar and Hanser can wait. |
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