Logs:Candidate Catalyst
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| RL Date: 15 June, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Eadgyd, Haliya, Kaelige, Nasci, Paislie |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The arrival of a new candidate prompts altruistic (if illegal) action. |
| Where: Candidate Barracks, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Early in the morning and late in the evening, the cold rain falling turns to almost-pleasant snow, but most of the day is mired in a bleak, gray drizzle. |
| Mentions: Lilah/Mentions, Natlie/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Someone will add poses after Dee left! <3 (EDIT: All complete!) |
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>---< Candidate Barracks, Fort Weyr >----------------------------------------<
The Candidates' Barracks is longer than it is wide, with the head of each
cot head against one of the two side walls. Alongside each cot, there is a
hook affixed to the wall where a Candidate's robe may be hung, while
clothes and personal effects are usually kept in the trunks at the foot of
each. Designed to house about a hundred young men and women at any given
time, the place alternates between feeling cramped when dragons go out on
Search and very empty when there is no clutch on the Sands.
The beds are neatly made when Candidates are imminent and expected to be
kept that way by each young person who claims them. Between clutches, they
are stripped bare, with linens kept in cabinets along the walls nearest
the entrance. Candidate robes are stored in a large nook off to the side
for Candidates to pick and choose from; especially old or filthy robes are
discarded regularly, with new ones made by the seamstresses or apprentice
weavers in their spare time. Now days into turn 38, the candidates in the barracks are more or less back to their usual routines, the gift of time off to celebrate turnover now past. Late afternoon finds the barracks with a smattering of its usual occupants, those finished with chores, on a rest day, or here for less sanctioned reasons. Dee is settled on her cot speaking quietly with one of the younger girls in the barracks, visibly troubled by whatever it is they're talking about in low voices, her fingers picking their discontent on the fabric of her floral-embroidered skirt. Candidates are still forever being recruited, only days past did Dee's Jemizen join the barracks, bringing the number of Candidates past thirty with more still to come. 32 comes in the form of a bedraggled young woman, her muddy, worn clothing damp with the cold rain outside as she is escorted into the barracks and then abandoned by an assistant headwoman. Only the white knot that sits on her shoulder is new, and for all that Nasci must have come from further afield than the Weyr, she carries next to nothing with her. But her eyes are rimmed with red from crying, despite coming directly off Search, as she shivers and stands there, not taking further steps into the barracks to claim any part of it. Paislie doesn't belong in the barracks for any particular reason, but in she comes with an armful of clean linens to be dropped off where the clean linens for the candidates are usually dropped off. She pauses there when she notices Nasci, who she doesn't know from anyone else, but definitely recognizes the signs of crying. There's a weak, meek smile from Paislie if the woman happens to look in her direction, but mostly the redhead is looking for someone else to Deal With Things. Specifically Dee. Why not! Eadgyd is off in a world of her own. The shoeless candidate has her feet propped up on her pillow and her head at the foot of the bed, and is engaged in her favorite pasttime of throwing a ball against the wall. She's remarkably unaware of anyone else in the barracks, barely even sparing an awkward glance from her reclined position when footsteps enter the barracks. No, she seems quite content to keep throwing that ball with a resounding thunk against the wall. Catch and repeat. Kaelige is sitting on his cot, reclined with boots, gloves, and hood still in place as if he'd just come in or is just about to leave. A new face entering the barracks isn't spared any attention. All of that is being spent listening to a couple of guys talking in hushed tones in the cot one away from his own, though Kael himself messes with a small knife between his hands. A finger tip on the point of the blade, idly rotating it around with greenblue eyes staring steadily at it, the boy appears to be paying little mind to anything beyond his area. Whatever Dee's troubles may be, they don't seem to lend themselves to her being particularly observant either. In fact, it's the girl she's speaking to that pauses mid-murmur to reach a hand to Dee's on the bed and then nod toward the newest addition. Dee's hazel eyes turn to her and if the young woman's entrance didn't draw attention, perhaps the tall brunette's, "Nasci!" which carries the length of the barracks from her cot to the entrance, will garner some. She's excusing herself in her next breath and taking long graceful strides toward the woman. Seeing Paislie there nearby, she half reaches for the redhead as much as she does with the opposite hand for the woman whose face must now be imprinted on her from events at Lux's Ledge. "Nasci, what are you--" but the white knot makes the answer to that obvious, the next is not nearly so: "Where's Natlie?" "She's with my father. She's-- The Weyr wants Candidates, not--," is Nasci's hesitant reply, her words hitched even as she draws her gaze past Dee and towards the gathered Candidates there. She draws away from that touch, almost sadly, before she moves away from the shiny bright Paislie and the shiny bright Dee with only the offered, "Your plantings didn't have enough time, before winter. They all died," to the latter as she does so. Then, she is searching for a cot to claim as her own. Paislie is a little too distracted by the newly arrived woman to even shy away from Dee's reach. She takes a few steps in that direction, but stops again when Nasci starts moving further into the barracks. The redhead looks at the door she came through to get in here and takes a deep breath before turning her gaze toward Dee instead of fleeing. "Is everything okay? Do you... do you think she needs anything?" That shouting does get Eadgyd's attention, for a moment. As the ball bounces back into her waiting hands, she twists around on her cot to get a better view of this 'Nasci' whom Dee seems so excited to see. But the girl is unfamiliar. With a grunt she shifts to lay on her back again, but the ball doesn't leave her hands. She simply holds it over her chest as she listens carefully, trying to pick out the words of their conversation from halfway across the barracks. When this proves difficult, she gives a sudden, sharp whistle through her teeth and crooks her finger in a 'come here' motion toward Kaelige's cot, somehow managing to aim in exctly the right direction without even glancing over her shoulder. The idle movements of his object of interest slows in rotation as Dee's exclamation can be heard over the whispering Kaelige was focusing on. Mostly shadowed face tilts up enough to look across towards the gathering- two familiar, the third not so. The excitement is curious, the new girl's response is moreso. A whistle? Of course it would snap his gaze in Eadgyd's direction, and whatever expression change she earns from calling him in such a way goes unseen given his distance and attire. He considers the request (command?) and perhaps because it's so out of the ordinary does he entertain it. Booted feet swing over the side of his cot and he crosses whatever cotspaces are required to get to Ead's bed- unrushed, hands shoved in pockets, head tilted down. He'd sit next to her, at the foot of her cot with or without further invitation, a tilt of his head supposedly serving as the 'yes?'. Dee's initial exclamation is easily mistaken for excitement from its volume, but as the brunette looks after the newest candidate, it's obvious from her too-readable face that excitement was really surprise and now concern. Something is wrong in the world if Nasci is here, that much is plain for anyone looking. "I suspect," Dee says quietly for Paislie, "that the help she needs pales, compared to what her daughter needs. And her family." It gives the teen a momentary look that some knowledgeable people might recognize as the expression before someone does something rash. "Can you bring sheets?" is asked of the redhead before she's following Nasci, heedless of the eyes on her. "All of them, Nasci? There was never much hope, but-- all? Is the Hold sending aid?" And then, "Will your family leave if it comes to it?" These are not the sort of 'oh hey, are you getting settled in?' sort of questions one might normally here directed to the newest recruit in the barracks. Nasci's small bag is dropped on a cot, without much care for what little must be in there, before she turns to meet Dee's questions with a shake of her head. "Fort Hold, Fort Weyr-- no one's offering help," is a bitter answer on the young woman's lips. The last answer is met with a hint of a flush, the stubborn tilt of a chin, "And give up our claim to our holding so that Fort Hold can take one more thing from us? That is what will happen if we abandon the land." Sheets. Paislie can do sheets. She watches after Nasci and Dee for another moment, then turns back to the linens to pull out a set for Nasci's cot. She moves after the pair much more quietly than Dee is managing once she has what she needs, but she glances over to where Kaelige and Eadgyd are before quickly looking away again. "Sometimes it's not worth holding on," murmurs the petite non-candidate in a very small voice of experience, almost as though she's not saying it to Dee or Nasci. Eadgyd almost balks as Kaelige comes to sit on her bed, but she manages to keep the shock in check in spite of her expression briefly betraying her. It's not surprise that he joined her, because she didn't exect him to join her. Logically, he'd sit on the bed. But proximity is always her enemy, and so she turns her head just enough so that she's staring at the ceiling and he's visible from the corner of her eye. "What are they saying?" she asks, offering no further specifics as to who 'they' might be. "You've better ears." Kaelige leans forwards, forearms rested on thighs and gloved hands hanging limply between. The first thing that comes is a sigh followed by a very slow, deliberate shake of his head. He turns his face upwards enough that his eyes can be seen, if shadowed, but he's looking beyond Ead to watch the group- and, more specifically, Dee. That gaze of his narrows as if there's judgement there, a warning that won't become a verbal one. For a real answer (sort of) to Eadgyd's question, Kael's response is simple, "Things that aren't our problem." Details aren't important to share, apparently. "Shit," is the real swear coming out of really Dee's mouth as Nasci speaks. Her eyes flick across the barracks and briefly linger on Kaelige before moving to Eadgyd before coming to rest on Paislie. "They're going to starve, aren't they?" It's a question for Nasci. Only it doesn't wholly sound like a question. Agitation is the least to be scene on Dee's face; there's frustration, helplessness, and agony. She doesn't even wait for the answer before she's bee-lining toward the younger girl, Haliya, she was speaking with when Nasci arrived. Haliya, who is now on her cot, conveniently close to Eadgyd's. "How soon can we be ready?" It's a low question, but she's clearly not showing enough concern for who might be listening. "Some of them will," admits Nasci simply, as if it is already a reality that she has come to terms with. But it's the question that finally sets the new Candidate back to the crying she must have been doing before she arrived, accepting the sheets offered to her before dropping onto her cot. Those sheets will soak up tears, for now, as she hugs them to her chest. Crying is something that Paislie can sympathize with, but comforting someone who's obviously upset may be beyond the scope of her own comfort zone. "I... I hope everything works out," she murmurs, perhaps not even loud enough to catch Nasci's notice. The redhead finds Dee with her eyes again, then starts to turn so she can continue on with her chores and let everyone else deal with the crying woman. "Come on, Hood, don't let me down now," Eadgyd chides in a teasing tone, although there's an undercurrent of annoyance as he fails to be of any assistance. In a move that surprises even her, if her expression is any indication, she reaches over and taps him on the leg. After a couple of taps, her hand falls to the cot where it stays resting beside him. "Our problem?" There's an arch of her brow, but whatever else she has to say on the subject of our problem (and oh, there's plenty) is put aside as Dee comes closer. Eadgyd twists slightly, tilting her head to better hear the other girl's poor attempt at covert conversation. "How soon will you be ready for what?" she asks in a dry tone, fixing Dee with a challenging smirk. There's a brief moment where better judgement and lack there of wars within him, noticable perhaps only by the curling of his fingers into his palms. Eadgyd's tease doesn't go missed, nothing really does, but all she receives for it is a wink as he starts to stand. No words are given to her question as without forewarning, he has to go retrieve something somewhere. And that somewhere else is apparently right next to Dee. It seems a leisurely thing as he rises, following the inappropriate volume and lack of restraint of her final question contains. He moves the short distance between Eadgyd's cot and Haliya's, 'accidentally' passing so close to Dee that his shoulder pushes against hers- enough to not be missed, not enough to knock her down, one would hope. The words "Remarkably stupid," are said very low as he passes her, but he directs them downwards to some plush toy that sits by a girl's cot. Whoever owns it will briefly miss it, as Kaelige picks it up and returns to the foot of Eadgyd's cot to stare at it between his hands as if it holds some sort of importance. "We need the key," is Haliya's quiet response to Dee, and that's when the brunette makes a snap decision. These things, someone might want to tell her, can get a girl in trouble. "Pais!" she calls to the retreating redhead, and an urgent beckoning to the younger woman. That's when her shoulder is bumped and startled eyes go to the taller boy. She sucks in a breath, looking briefly uncertain. When her eyes latch onto the weeping woman, it prompts her to look toward Eadgyd and to Kaelige beside her. "Lux's Ledge needs help." This is at least innocuous enough, though arguably the follow-up of, "They're going to get it," is not. Paislie jumps at the sound of part of her name being called, turning quickly back toward the direction it came from to look at Dee with uncertainty. She hesitates, of course she does, before moving carefully toward where the brunette is talking to the other candidate. One might notice she gives Kaelige and his friend a wide berth. Eadgyd's attention is torn between watching Kaelige with sharp eyes as she so often does, and listening in to Dee's odd conversation with the younger girl. Key? A frown knits her brow, but before she can direct a question to either of her fellow candidates, Kaelige is up and moving. She watches him closely, suspicion in her gaze as he picks up his prize from some poor kid's cot. There's no chance she's buying that casual move as the reason for his movement, and she attempts to make that abundantly clear by flicking his arm with one finger when he returns to her cot. And then Dee makes her declaration, and Eadgyd's attention is thoroughly diverted. She lets out a sharp bark of laughter and asks, "What, from you? What can you do?" A glance goes toward Kaelige, and she adds, "Is this why it's not our problem?" Kaelige doesn't look up again as Haliya responds and Dee makes her decision known, never meeting the gaze Dee sends towards Ead and himself. In fact, with the way he continues to look at the toy, it's as if he didn't hear a single thing. He made the effort, whatever follows now will just have to be dealt with. The flick on his arm does get a sideglance, no expression easily definable under that hood of his. And, even though a simple yes or no would be easy confirmation, he continues on this path of ignorance as his pretence, and gives Eadgyd a single-shouldered lopsided and lazy shrug. "From us," Dee answers Eadgyd quietly and with no trace of humor. Without looking at Kaelige, the teen turns her face toward Paislie. She has a visible swallow as she addresses the redhead in a low murmur. "Pais, people are going to die if no one helps," and they remain stubborn. "I have to do something," does she understand? "Will you help me? Us?" Again, the nebulous 'us.' Even more quietly, though chances are good that given Haliya, Eadgyd, and Kaelige's proximity, they can hear the question put to the girl, "Would you get us your sister's key to the stores?" Paislie's first reaction is to step back and shake her head. She glances toward Eadgyd and Kaelige as though she might expect them to run off and tell someone already, or do something else equally horrible. There's clearly no trust there. "Lilah?" she says as her hazel eyes return to Dee as if she has more than one sister with keys to the stores. "I... I don't know. I don't know if it would be a good idea." But she looks over at Nasci with an anxious frown. "What are you going to do with them?" It's a question for Dee, even if she's not looking at her anymore. Eadgyd rolls her eyes at first being ignored, and then the ignorance not far from her. Her hand still rests near Kaelige's leg, and she now flicks at that in the hopes of getting some kind of reaction out of him. She's focused on that and determined to largely ignore Dee's strange entreaties to Paislie until she hears words about the key to the stores. With that, Ead's head whips around to stare hard at the other girls. "Faranth, are you serious right now? You're asking the sister of a weyrwoman to steal the key to the stores, when you're clearly not going to do anything good with it," is hissed in their direction in a sharp tone. "Do you think her sister won't be able to guess who took it?" Her pointed gaze fixes on Paislie as she adds, "Your sister won't trust you again if she finds out." Kaelige is hearing details; the details he didn't want to know. Another breath is demonstrated by the slow rise and fall of his bent back. When Eadgyd continues her pestering to attempt to eek an answer out of him, the hand closer to her ends up with the plush doll which is then basically shoved into her lap. He rises again, but this time not with intention to go do any more pety thefts around the room or shove into Dee again. No, he turns away from all of them and returns to his cot. He flops back on it with no elegence whatsoever, content that his bed is far enough away from the collected culprits that he will hear no more unless Dee gets ramped up again. A hand lifts to the peek of his hood and he pulls it down over his face, then both arms fold across his chest as he lays there as if he's going to sleep- not that he's ever once slept there. Dee's jaw tightens at Eadgyd's words, turning her face just enough to speak sidelong to the shorter haired candidate, "Do you have any better ideas?" It's a challenge, if a subdued one, because fighting with Eadgyd is not top priority just now. To Paislie, she answers candidly, "Get them what they need to have a chance of surviving the winter." She glances toward the candidate from Lux's Ledge and back to the redhead. "Pais, she has a little girl. She can't be more than four. Back with her family in her Hold." Dee's alto is quietly imploring. Kaelige's departure, glimpsed in the periphery of her eyes and focus causes her shoulders to stiffen slightly, but she's come too far to be warned off by that. Paislie is obviously uncomfortable with the idea of, well, some part of all of this. Maybe all parts of all of this. She's a little pale, breathing shallow breaths, but she nods at Dee and will apparently just pretend that no one else exists in her general vicinity. "I don't know where she keeps them exactly," she murmurs. "But she's probably busy with Eliyaveith on the Sands." So she'd have time to look around a little bit, presumably? Eadgyd scowls as the plush toy ends up in her lap rather than an answer, and she immediately tosses the thing after his retreating back. Of course, she's aiming over the top of her head from her reclined position, so it's entirely likely that her aim is horribly off. The word 'coward' is muttered under her breath, before her attention shifts back to Dee and this horrible plan of hers. "What are you going to do with the key to the stores? Raid them for supplies?" So maybe she has heard a whisper or two. "So you'd have her either steal or borrow a key from her sister, which either way would probably be traced back to her." She twists again to glance back at Paislie, before jerking her thumb in the redhead's direction. "I don't know her all that well, but they seem close. Is some stranger worth risking her relationship? If it is, by all means, keep encouraging her. But if you really want to steal something, be a halfway decent thief and pick the lock." At this point the girl sits up on her cot, shoving the long-forgotten ball to the side. She pulls her legs up and perches cross-legged at the end of the bed, surveying the girls with a challenging stare. "I'm sure more than a few of us," once glance for Kaelige, "are capable of that." Kaelige is hit in the back with the toy, so very savagely. It squeaks pitifully as it strikes him, then again when it flops to the floor. But it didn't deter him or change from that path to his cot he'd taken. Nor did the word coward that may in other situations get some sort of sarcastic rise out of him. He's remarkably still on his bed, only sign of him not being asleep is the intermittent picking of his fingers at his folded sleeves. "We can trust Paislie," Dee feels sure of this assertion, frowning at Eadgyd. She keeps her voice low enough that not the entire barracks should be privy to the plan (just the people in this quarter or maybe half). "Paislie is a good person," is further asserted with conviction, which must make her trustworthy. "And if you would like to offer your talents, then that'd be great," it doesn't sound great - perhaps more annoyed than great, "But I'm working with what I have." What she has, evidently, is Lilah's not entirely willing sister. "Do you want to help?" It's asked bluntly of Eadgyd. "Because no one is helping them." This seems important to say again. She doesn't even bother addressing the matter of strangers being worth a (or many) risk(s); the answer should be obvious as Dee would make it. Paislie has done a pretty good job of not letting her emotions get the best of her, but she's had about all she can handle from Eadgyd, evidently. "You don't know anything about me," she scolds the younger girl who practically had her in tears the last time they interacted. Who might have her in tears again in a moment, if for different reasons. "I'm not afraid of my sister. And if no one else is going to help, I will." It's basically snapping, coming from Paislie, even if she still kind of looks like she might be in the middle of a panic attack. "Do you get some kind of delight out of twisting my words?" Eadgyd asks sharply, addressing Dee with a scowl. "At what point did I say that Paislie can't be trusted? What I said was that you are asking this girl," here she gestures to the redhead, "to potentially destroy something which seems to matter to her." Her eyes widen slightly as Paislie 'snaps'. She seems to take a moment to reassess, pressing one hand to her forehead and casting a subtle glance in Kaelige's direction. If only he were closer and she could throw all of this frustration at him. "My mistake," she tells Paislie in a carefully restrained tone that hints at the anger underneath. "I apologize for thinking you valued your relationship with your sister more than this shit with the strangers, and for trying to warn you of what happens to relationships when you steal from the people who love you. Once again, I'm clearly trying to be cruel and to hurt your feelings." At this point she puts both hands up, shaking her head at the pair of them as she gets to her feet. She's a few steps from her cot when she says, "You two clearly have it well in hand. Why would you want my help?" And then she's off across the barracks, to claim a spot on Kael's cot as he did with hers. If he doesn't stop her, she'll put one hand on his arm and squeeze with the force of all that boiling anger she's keeping locked up. The feeling of another body on his bed would not be a bad thing in any other circumstance, but this time- "Who's the coward now?" Is proof that he didn't miss her comment. Sarcasm is present, of course, and his smirk is too even if it's hidden by the drawn hood. Kaelige doesn't move, even as his arm is squeezed rather... hard. "If you want to break me," A low chuckle, as if none of their conversation had occurred and this is happening entirely out of the blue, "You'll have to try a little harder than that." His arms slightly unfold, if only to lift the cover over his face just enough to evaluate just how flushed Ead's expression is in comparison to her rather strong grip. Emotions are running high, to be sure. Dee's are among them, and it's probably that that sees her following Eadgyd to Kaelige's cot and taking a seat too (if she's not forcibly stopped). Crowded much? Her expression is mixed defiance, annoyance, and frustration. "If it were your parents or your child starving, wouldn't you want strangers to help you?" She lets the frustration out in a sigh. "If you know people who can pick locks and who would help get them what they need for a fighting chance, then they need you. We need you." She clearly doesn't like having to ask for help from Eadgyd in particular, and yet, it seems pride is not one of Dee's great flaws. Paislie's emotions are all out of sorts. She's gone from panic to a quiet sort of fury that has her face flushed but no words coming out of her mouth. She practically glares after Eadgyd, but instead of following Dee, Paislie turns heel and heads for the door with only a brief glance toward Nasci along her way. "I'll still kill you," is muttered in his direction, althought the heat behind Eadgyd's words isn't really meant for the boy beside her. At least not this time. "Believe me when I say that I have plenty of ways of breaking you." The latter is said with a ghost of a smile before her expression falls back into a scowl. There's no question that her cheeks are rather pink, although that flush may not be entirely attributed to anger. "If it were my parents, I wou-" She cuts herself off with a sharply exhaled breath. "I would want to help myself. And if I wanted to help a stranger, I'd make sure they're comfortable living off of stolen goods before I throw my own life away." Her hand hasn't left Kaelige's forearm, still squeezing even though the initial force has has started to dissipate. Her gaze goes to the ceiling, and then back between the pair, hesitating. Paislie's exit is barely noticed. "I know how to pick locks. I just don't think you stand a chance." "I'd love to be broken by you." Comes the likely expected response from the boy whose smirk has spread into lining smugness over his face. But it's not to last. The sarcasm drains when Dee joins them, in knowledge that the conversation he had tried to leave behind would be joining with her. Though, he makes no attempt to deny her a seat. Kaelige's fingers pull his hood back down to cover all but his mouth, covering the majority of his expression before it can betray anything else. How many promises and terms have been broken so far? He makes no helpful comment, certainly doesn't remark on picking locks, and in general acts utterly distanced despite the presence of two ladies in his bed with him. Talk about unfortunate timing. And the squeezing of his arm? Tolerated, but he seems remarkably stoic about uninvolving himself in this.. for now. "I don't," Dee is the first to admit that, "but I'm not alone," she had said 'we.' The hazel eyes look from Eadgyd to Kaelige and back. "I can tell you, but not here. Not now." She seems to consider the situation a moment and then is up off Kaelige's bed. "If you want to help, help, Eadgyd. We're in this together." She doesn't mean 'we,' she and the girl she so obviously frequently doesn't get along with, but the nebulous we, whoever they are. "You can make a difference." A brief pause later has her adding, "Just let me know if you decide you want to know more," before she's turning and walking back toward the previously abandoned Haliya, stopping to murmur something to the girl before moving on to Nasci's cot. It takes a bit of time and some quiet talking, but not too long later, the teen has convinced the girl a few turns her senior to rise and accompany her (the words 'bath' and 'food' prominent among the coaxing). There's probably some old auntie about the Weyr who'd happily tell Eadgyd that her eyes are likely to roll right out of her head one of these days if she doesn't stop rolling them, because that's exactly what she's doing now in Kaelige's direction, once again. Thankfully, he doesn't say more, which allows her attention to shift back to the other girl on the bed with her. "You're a nice girl, Dee," is spoken softly, but there's a dangerous edge to the words, "and so people want to do things for you. They want to help you. You should be very careful what you do with that blind faith in you, because you're going to cause people to get hurt." A glance goes toward where she last saw Paislie, and then back to Dee. "I don't care about making a difference." But there is a chance she cares about seeing that a portion of the candidate class isn't thrown out of the Weyr. Possibly. She watches the other girl leave, before turning back to Kaelige. Instead of releasing his arm, she instead leans on it slightly as she reaches across his body with the other to 'trap' him. "You knew about this." The very observant may notice that Kaelige's body- since that's basically all it is given how little he responds to anything in his immediate vicinity- tenses slightly as Dee sits with them, and then relaxes when she moves away and subsequently out of the barracks with Nasci. It's probably because of the fact he has three times now used personal space as a method of influencing Eadgyd that he does not expect her to lean over him and 'trap' him by his arms. There's a sigh beneath her, his chest heaving heavily as if in frustration or defeat or both. "I won't talk about this here." Unlike someone obviously. "And you'd be wiser not to as well." Perhaps it's that leftover fire that has Eadgyd so brave at the moment, or perhaps she's finally becoming immune to close quarters due to exposure - although her earlier reactions say otherwise. "I'm not involved in anything," she challenges in a low voice meant just for him. "And who says I wouldn't turn on them if the need arose?" Her gaze drops to just below his eyes and slides away for a moment, betraying the lie in those words. She hasn't given up on 'pinning' him there, even as she reliquishes the topic with a, "Fine. But we will talk about this." Sorry, Kael, but the fools need guidance. "You're involved by knowing anything." Kaelige's voice is so low, the only way she could understand him would be to stay hovering over him in that.. particularly suggestive poise atop him. She may even need to bring her face closer to his for the remainder as well, "Trust is always blind." That, while probably not true, seems stalwart enough the way he says it that it's clearly his resolve on the subject. "Maybe." Is his final remark to her in regards to her demands, as if ensuring she knows that it will be by no effort of his own that they will. Eadgyd follows that voice against her better judgment, leaning in closer so each word can be heard. She matches him level for level, her voice equally low as she responds, "And that's why I know better than to trust anyone. Especially you." Her gaze sweeps up and down with this remark, surveying as much of him as she can from this awkward, too close position. "Not maybe. Yes." The words are firm, and there's a quirk of her eyebrow and a twist of her lips that hints at her certainty on this point. He may not wish to discuss it, but that knowing smirk says she's more than willing to corner him for information. There's a change in his lips, a curl at the edge of them that spreads into a cocky grin. The stubble around it giving the rest of his face the shadow his hood can't reach. "If you wanted a kiss, you just had to ask. You don't have to make such a show, though I imagine it's quite sexy." Given he can't actually see her, only feel her body over him, Kaelige reminds her of her closeness in that. Though, this time, it's more than obvious his comment is meant to derail her from that thought process. Or, if she's estute enough, to further demonstrate his unwillingness to travel down this subject. "If I wanted a kiss, I would have had one already," Eadgyd replies in a tone that's meant to be teasing, but there's a subtle edge to the words that betrays the fact that she's not entirely comfortable in this position. But stubbornness is winning out over nerves for now, when she still seems to be controlling the situation. "I've told you already, you're not my type." She hasn't missed the subject change, and there's a moment in which she cants her head and stares down at his hood, considering. With a soft sigh, she lets the subject drift away - for now. Instead, she reaches up to tug lightly at his hood to try to force him to meet her eyes. "Meet me in the classroom tonight, while you're not sleeping." There's a subtle 'or else' to the words. Before he can take the advantage from her, she's up and away, heading out of the barracks without looking back. |
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