Logs:Answers and Sage Advice
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| RL Date: 12 March, 2013 |
| Who: Barnabas, Wakizian |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Wakizian runs into Bones and gets around to asking him for favors, answers, and, unexpectedly, advice, and gets all he was looking for and more! |
| Where: Snowaisis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: High winds whip through the bowl and whistle up the walls around the spires. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Nicky/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
Most days qualify as long days when you're a candidate who happens also to be a crafter. There's chores, and lessons, and more chores, and more lessons. Whatever duties have kept Wakizian in their clutches all day have finally released the Smith-turned-candidate to the little bit of free time he can claim before he'll have to sleep, only to rise and do it all over again. Tonight, Wakizian is opting to spend that time here in Snowaisis. He plods over to the bar, eyes scanning the room for familiar faces, and while Bones' face is not overly familiar, one or two encounters with the man (and a healthy fear and respect of him) is enough to make his memorable. Waki pauses in his path, observing the aura of silence, then, squaring his shoulders, he heads up to the gardener. "Evening, Bones -- er, sir. Mind if I join you for a mug?" A hand gestures to the klah the other holds. Bones' face isn't particularly grumpy once he lifts it enough for his messy hair to fall away from obscuring it. Then again, it's not particularly anything, just somewhat flat. It's not until he notes the face, and then the youthful body attached, that an eyebrow raises. "Sir." The title is repeated incredulously. "Why am I up to my tits in teenagers lately?" Not a question for Wakizian, precisely. Still, there's a smile forming at the edge of his mouth as he turns on his bar stool to face the candidate, one arm still heavily leaning next to his klah. "Have a seat kid." "Search. We've both been at the Weyr long enough to know that when the eggs come out, they find more of us than they wish they had by the time the eggs hatch. And in some cases, you might be up to your neck. Nicky's pretty tall." Wakizian replies fairly matter-of-factly, though his tone holds some humor in it. The observation about his best bud is made casually, but as Waki's not the most skilled at subterfuge, it's obvious that he dropped the name for a purpose, and his eyes watch Bones' face for a reaction. "Sorry about the sir-ing. I wasn't sure what the protocol was now that I'm not a weyrbrat Smith, and a candidate. Didn't know if you-- had a thing for candidates calling you sir? Some of the lower caverns women have been pretty-- adamant." There's a story there for sure, but Waki doesn't seem to be inclined to tell just at this moment as he slides onto the stool next to Bones, silently signaling the bartender that one of what Bones is having is sought for himself. "Everything well in the greenhouse?" He inquires, politely interested. "Oh, right, Search." He speaks as though he'd entirely forgotten, and in truth, he had up until that moment. He looks down at his mug before taking a sip, still smiling a surprisingly subtle smile. Subtle for Bones at least. "Nicky. Sweeter'n sugar that kid. He calls me Sir too." There's something between a chuckle and a scoff as the big man shakes his head. "But to answer your question, I don't know how much I feel 'bout the title. Feels like whenever it's said, somebody's just tryin' to butter me up and make me feel big." He pauses to take another drink of klah, but picks up right after. "I am big, but don't want that goin' to my head y'know? Man's gotta keep humble. Hehe." In the pause that Bones' sip is taken, Wakizian's drink arrives, and the young man is momentarily distracted. Just long enough so that he speaks at the same time as Bones, Waki's statement of "You are big," blending seamlessly with the big man's own sentiment of the same. This makes Wakizian laugh. "In a good way." He adds, lest it be taken otherwise. "Seems to me that being aware of one's presence is probably better than not, given that-- well--" He looks at Bones a moment, then instead of speaking snags a sip of too-hot klah, burning his mouth. This is another distraction and there's a series of lip puckering and tongue-lolling panting to try to soothe the scalded sensation. Eventually, the candidate just comes out with it: "You can be pretty scary. In a good way. Sometimes, I guess rightly so. But, look, sir, er-- Bones, can I as you a favor?" For the moment, the topic of Nicky is dropped, but reaction is no doubt filed away for future questions or answers. "I wouldn't say I'm as aware as I oughtta be. But I'm workin on-" He's cut short by the sudden reaction Waki takes at burning his mouth, the reactions comical yet concerning enough for the man to pause his speech and lift an eyebrow. Once all is said and done, he's entirely lost his train of thought, and simply waits for Waki to speak up again. "Scary in a good way." That earns him a chuckle. "Usually it's only the ladies give me that kinda compliment eh? Hehe!" That earns a shove to Waki's shoulder, a playful bit of roughhousing at an appropriate level of strength for a man of the candidate's thickness. "Sure, shoot. What can I do you for?" Wakizian's form leans with the playful shove, but there's a little bit of tension in his body that makes him more stiff than flexible. "The kind of scary that breeds a healthy respect. And that's why I'm asking." The stress shows in his face for the blink of an eye, then, courage gathered, Wakizian blurts his favor, managing to look over at Bones as he does so: "Would you prettypleasedoyourbestnottopunchmeevenwhenImessup?" He takes a deep breath and slows his speech to something more purposeful and understandable, "I know that it may not be possible in the moment, but I would really appreciate if I never had to meet your fist up close and personal. And K'del seemed to think that was a realistic possibility if I pulled a stupid. I have to say I'd much prefer a stern talking to or hours of manual labor or really, whatever other kind of punishment you can divine for whatever crime I commit." He uses crime as a figure of speech. Obviously, if it were a real crime, he'd be answering to someone with a heftier knot. Nevertheless, some of the key facts of the explanation for his request seem to be missing. Bones has to blink a few times before that rapid-fire message actually gets past his ears and into his brain. It takes some deciphering, but once out on the other side, he's still just left to cock his head to the side like a dog and ask simply. "... what?" Bones listens to what Waki clearly intends as an explanation, something about K'del and crimes and... it's all lost. "Kid, I have no idea what you're talking about. Hit you? Why would I hit you? I don't even know you." He wraps his hand around his mug and lifts it slowly up to his chin, but adds a few more words before taking a sip. "I mean I know I got a little bit of a rep, but they ain't sayin' that I go around beating people down for no reason, do they?" Wakizian starts to lift the still too-hot klah, then apparently remembers the danger, and sets it back. He settles for staring at it for a moment, and then he turns on the stool to face Bones, one hand coming up to touch the man's shoulder lightly, as though to impress the importance of what he's about to confide, then his hands settle on his knees. "Listen, here's how it is. I asked Azaylia for a date. Whether after the hatching or after weyrlinghood, and if she'll let me, I want to make good on that." He clears his throat and tilts his head up to look at Bones. "I just-- I'm going to try my best not to do something stupid and hurt her, but it'd be a lot easier not to do something stupid if I wasn't so worried that you or K'del or anyone else is going to deck me for forgetting her favorite flower or -- whatever." The man's words seem genuine enough, and there's definite nervousness in his voice as he confesses all this. "I'm just asking that if I do mess up somehow, that you-- I dunno, dunk me in a cold lake or something or make me work in the greenhouse or carry heavy things for days. Or at least try for something more like that." It's a pre-emptive favor, see? As Waki goes through his explanation, Bones slowly sinks his brow down into one flattened palm, holding back the groan that's threatening to overtake him. At least until the poor misguided youth is done. "Waaaaakiiii. Waki, Waki, Waki." He takes in a big deep breath and exhales out in a heavy sigh, all while still facepalming thoroughly. "You sad, pathetic pile of wherryfeathers." He slides that thick hand down his face to cover his mouth, simultaneously looking up at Waki from the top of his vision, eyebrows perched high. Where to begin. "First of all..." there's pause to take the last few swigs of his klah and set the mug down hard on the table. "I'unno what kinda girl you think Zee is, but she ain't made of spun sugar, alright? She's gone through some real rough shit lately, and I don't think nothin you say or do could even scratch her. Just smile, nod your head, and let her shove her tongue in your mouth like a good boy." Now, it's his turn to bring his own hand to Wakizian's shoulder, giving it a few pats of his own. "Second of all? Zee already made it clear in her own way that she doesn't want me goin' round and fighting her battles for her anymore. If you hurt her, well, that's between you and her, aite?" Wakizian's whole body seems to relax at receiving this kind of reaction. Then there's that moment that comes when someone realizes they've built a mountain out of an egg mound. His brows raise a bit as he listens, nodding to what Bones tells him about what to do for the weyrwoman. He does swallow a little hard and end up looking a little nervous once more when the big man suggests where he should let her stick her tongue. "O-oh. Alright then." Sounding a bit like Nicky, not on purpose. "Guess-- I thought that would be harder." He turns back to the counter, lifting his klah mug and testing it. Finding it still too hot, he sets it back down. "Then I guess there's just one more thing I have to ask you that you might deck me for. So, please, try not to?" A breath later, that question is asked as he twists on the stool again to once again face the man, "Do you fancy Nicky?" There's another sigh now, but this one of relief as Wakizian seems to understand how very unwarranted his worries were. Rarely does he have such quick success in making people feel better, a role he's taken more than he expected at High Reaches. It's as he flags down a bartender for his next mug of klah that Waki tackles the second subject of conversation, which phases Bones very little. "What do you mean by fancy?" It's such a sweetly vague word, that he has to examine it. "Do you mean do I like his company? Do you mean do I wanna take him under my wing and keep 'em safe from harm like some weird uncle? Do you mean do I wanna fuck 'em?" Maybe if Wakizian were older, or more seasoned, or even just more Weyr-raised than Craft-influenced, he wouldn't blush. He isn't though, so he does, and a pretty shade of pink it is in his cheeks, too! "Well, specifically, I meant, were you flirting with him some or all of those times that you've run into each other?" There's a pause, "But I suppose that if I want an answer to the question I'm really trying to ask, I'm asking: do you want to fuck him? 'Cause I suppose people flirt with people they don't want to fuck pretty often." The word fuck, and using it to describe its true meaning and not just as a throw-away swear, has Waki blushing more darkly. Bones was geared for a much longer wait on Wakizian finding his point, but the candidate doesn't stutter over his words despite the bit of flush on his dusty cheeks. Maybe his crass influence is rubbing off on the boy. "Eh, that's annoying to answer. You plannin' on impartin' this information back to your little friend? He too shy to ask me himself?" There's a grin on his face now, reaching for the klah that the bartender drops off in front of him just to wrap his hand around it. "Short answer is? If he wants to, yeah, sure! I prefer ladies but, he's cute, in shape. Would probably call me Sir the whole time, which y'know, if there's any time a dude wants to feel big, am I right?" It's clear with his grin that he's expecting mutual debauched humor in exchange for his filthy joke, but as he looks back to Waki's face he remembers. Oh yeah, Waki is a friggen child. His smile fades as the sense of corruption seeps in. Oops. "Hehe, sorry kid. Just, y'know, you spend as much time in the mines as I have, you learn to appreciate whatever company fate hands you." "Well, that depends on your answer," is Wakizian's response to whether or not he's just going to whisper-down-the-lane this information to Nicky. "He said he thought you were, but then said not, and then he was going to ask you for a bit of help with a girl, only he doesn't like that one anymore, so he probably won't ask, but before he knew that, I'd said it'd be rude to ask you for help with getting affection from some girl if you fancied him." This explanation comes tumbling out quickly, and possibly a little confusingly. It's no wonder the Weyr is glad to see most of the teenagers vanish into the lower caverns or back to their homes after the hatching is over. Too much like this is bound to give you a headache. He does laugh at Bones' words about when a man wants to feel big, but the blush tells that he's never been in a position to want that himself, or at least hints at it. "You spent time in the mines? Which ones?" There's genuine curiosity in his voice. He picks up his mug again and takes a sip before saying in a tone that is entirely too much innocence to be real, "You know, I'm only a few months younger than Nicky. So you might as well think of me as an adult, if you're entertaining the possibility of-- er--" He hesitates only a moment, and the blush that had begun to recede darkens, "-- popping his other cherry." There's certain parts of Waki's conversation that Bones can't help but focus on more than others, wearing his interests on his sleeve. "Yeah, ten years for murder. Murder makes it sound nastier than it is though, I just punched a guy a few too many times in a bar and he didn't wake up." That's a story he's told a few dozen times, and he's much more interested in hearing about the awkward sex lives of teenagers, and so he turns more thoroughly on his stool. "If all this was about was whether Nicky thought somethin' would be rude then you snagged way more info than you even needed, pup. Nicky's got a cute backend, but I'd rather see him end up with a little lady that he can actually handle, y'know? A night with me ain't for beginners." He fires a wink to the blushing best friend, and brings the steaming klah to his lips, having a slightly higher tolerance for the heat. After the sip, he makes his stance clear. "I like givin' advice. I'm the only one I'd trust to not sugar-coat the details. Send Nicky my way and I'd be glad to help the weirdo with his girl problems eh?" "Murder?" Wakizian does remarkably well at not freaking out. In fact, his brows rise just a bit, before his brows furrow. Silently there's a decision made, and he simply nods. "The mines can be rough," is as much as he comments on that. "I'll tell him you offered. I might take you up on the advice s'more, too, if you don't mind? I've never dated-- anyone, actually. So, I might be in over my head already." He blushes a bit at this confession too. He takes a long drink from his mug. "And-- uh, if you ever need a hand in the greenhouse, I'm always up for a bit more work. Or even just someone to drink some klah with. I feel like I could learn a lot hanging around." A lot of what? Well... if this conversation is any indication, a lot of things his mother wouldn't approve of! "Sure, ask me anything eh? I got enough turns and mistakes on me to help you out I bet. Just don't ask me what to actually say to the ladies. That's where I fall flat." If their conversation up to that point is any indication, he's telling the truth. "And we can keep talkin' bout your bud Nicky like he's a slab of meat eh? Ha!" There's a careful jab of his elbow into Waki's side, making sure that it strikes only when there's no danger of spilled klah. "Speakin' a work though, I didn't finish mine for the day. I gotta trek back through that damn icy wind and finish up for the night. You been out there? Feels like it's gonna rip the flesh right off your face." His shoulders shudder in anticipation. "Little piece of advice for you kid. When you go out with Zee? Be honest with her. I don't mean honest the way I'm honest, because I'm a dirtbag. But she'll dig you bein' upfront and true to yourself, got it?" A hefty pat or two follows to the teen's shoulder. "Oh, and she likes gettin' squeezed good. Y'know, tight hugs, let her feel your strength." His grin widens, something playful in his words. "But don't tell her I toldja that, because she'd kick my ass for giving you inside info. Ha!" With that, Bones grabs his oversize fur cloak and heads towards the exit. There's a few things of Bones' parting remarks that make Waki laugh, and he's left with a grin on his face. "Thanks, Bones." There's genuine gratitude in the young man's voice. "Try to keep the flesh intact on that-" He pauses a second before letting his eyebrows wiggle and eyes flare, "-pretty face of yours." A dirtbag he may well be, but an apparently endearing one with whom it's easy to joke. There's no response for whether he would say where he got the advice - probably depends on if she asks him. That whole honesty thing. He does wave after Bones, lingering to finish his klah, expression thoughtful. Then he's up and off to tend to his own affairs before hitting the sack. |
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Comments on "Logs:Answers and Sage Advice"Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 13 Mar 2013 07:26:03 GMT.
I laughed through all of these exchanges. I love Bones. XD
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 13 Mar 2013 09:01:52 GMT.
BONES. >.
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