Logs:Give It Back
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| RL Date: 2 July, 2016 |
| Who: Drex, Silva |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Drex finds a knife. Silva wants it back. |
| Where: Hot Springs, High Reaches Area |
| When: Day 4, Month 3, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
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Even further north than the Weyr itself, a short flight between crags and over crevasses that even a wing-scarred veteran of Fall might undertake, a cluster of clearings lies low in the shelter of hardy trees and ancient stone. The outer two clearings might have been lost to more stubbly trees Turns ago, if it weren't for the centre-most: a natural pool of warm, softly bubbling water several dragonlengths across, with enough space for perhaps a half-dozen people and their lifemates. Though the air is cold all Turn round, and snowdrifts frequently whiten the ground, the geothermal activity heats the mineral-scented water to such a consistently comfortable heat that it becomes a refuge for those who don't wish to travel further afield to wash their dragons. Of the clearings that abut the spring, the nearest is only a few steps away, though it's small enough that only a few dragons can lounge at once. A steep trail descends to its substantially larger neighbor, a gravel-strewn crescent with enough space to spread out and enjoy the crisp air and the mountain range's admittedly spectacular views. It's cold outside, but not here. Hear the warmth from the watersprings have warmed things enough that Silva's barefoot as she walks around the edges of the springs, moving from rock to rock. Zaisyreth is nearby, though not actually //here// on the edges of the springs. About half-a-spring away from her a bag sits with it's contents - a bottle, a knife, and some food - spilling out onto the ground. The sky above is crystal clear with every single star alight, and the moon giving enough to the earth that Silva can see clearly despite not having brought glows with her. Walking up from the larger clearing, Drex is bundled in his coat, audible as much for the fact that he grunts now and then, on top of the sound of crunching gravel underfoot. He seems to be favoring his right arm, supporting it with his left, and picks his way carefully up. He's unaware of Zaisyreth's presence, angling as he is for the nearest spring, but it's the bag of stuff that he notices -- mostly because his foot catches it and he trips, all but face first, onto the ground with a startled yelp that echoes in the otherwise silent eve. Spend more than a few sevens drunk every night and then attempt to turn around abruptly and you'll be as jumpy as Silva is. ESPECIALLY as she pretty much expected to be alone. (Zaisy fell asleep. The poor guy hasn't been sleeping well.) There's a seriously undignified sound that comes from her mouth as she slips off her rock into the water. Turning, face white under her natural tan, Silva stares at the lump that is an unknown-thing atm. There's a pained sort of groan, as Drex rolls onto his back. A moment of silence, and then: "Fuckin' fish tittted asshole. Who the fuck leaves shit lying around?" His voice, not to mention the cursing, probably make it not that difficult to identify the owner. Pushing upright with his good arm, the sailor starts poking through the stuff around the bag -- pockets the knife with a pleased grunt, and then another one as he secures the bottle, uncapping it with the intent to gulp down a good portion of the contents. It takes Silva more than a few seconds to recover her composure then.... He is STEALING HER STUFF. Important stuff. STUFF SHE HAD PLANS FOR LATER. The whiteness in her cheeks gets replaced with anger. Striding forward she moves towards Drex, clear murder in her eyes, though she'll stop very short. "Give it back. My knife." Oh. Her. Drex's expression says it all, fairly gloating as he gulps down the contents of her bottle. He's still seated, so she has the height advantage over him, though that doesn't seem to dissuade the dirty sailor from taking a second, generous gulp of her wine. "Aint yours. Found it on the ground, all abandoned. Nearly broke my fuckin' neck for it, too. You saying that was you?" "No. That's my knife." A small slender hand is extended, palm up, and showing a jagged scar that cuts across the lifeline. Her voice is quiet, almost still as the stars above, though it's clear she's doing a careful job of keeping her temper in reign. "You'll find my name on it. Silva. S-I-L-V-A." As if Drex cannot spell. "Aint yours," Drex disagrees. "It's on my belt." If he's aware of the scar on Silva's hand, or it's significance, he seems not to care. "I'm sweet on a girl called Silva? Gonna give it to her on her next Turnday." Instead of handing her the wanted knife, he hands her the mostly empty bottle. Silva takes the bottle in her hand, breathing deeply. She even closes her eyes to try to reign in her temper but.... nope. It doesn't work. Instead she'll do a repeat of their last encounter and throws the bottle at the rocks between them. At least she doesn't hold onto it this time when it shatters, so it's just her unprotected feet that will get nicked by flying glass. "The. Knife." The bottle lands close enough that the sailor flinches, at least, turning his head away in case any of the glass goes flying in his direction. "Woulda drunk that. Was being nice, leaving you some," Drex says, with a scowl. "Aint yours." He goes to cross his arms, gives a pained grunt and makes a face, before he shifts his weight with the intention of standing. "I. don't. care. That is my knife. Give. It. Back." Silva bites off most of the words, keeping her voice pitched low. Somehow the shattering glass didn't wake up Zaisyreth from his slumber, and she is determined to keep it that way. "Give it back or I swear on my dragon's name I will find a way to murder you where you sit and I don't give a fuck what happens to me then." She actually sounds serious - though there's a hug size difference here. Drex rises to his full height, and gives the girl a look. It is a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Yer gonna murder someone over a knife? You dragonriders really have a fuckin' huge sense of entitlement." "Right now I don't really give a damn about the fact that I'm a rider. You are stealing and invading an intimate moment of my life. Give. Me. Back. My. Knife." He's standing now, and Silva has to look up. There's no hint of fear in her gaze, more a mix of anger, bitter resignation and... excitement? It's confused. "I was... what? Wait," Drex grins, now. "Were you masturbatin'? I mean," he glances around at the public space, "I suppose every woman gets off in different ways, but, don't let me stop you," he gestures, as if for her to continue. "Won't even say nothin', promise." Which is something, for him. That's enough. It's more than enough. Stepping forward - don't ask where Silva got the self composure to not scream when a few shards of glass dig into her exposed feet (that stuff HURTS) and moves to slap him - full handed, across the face. It lands. "Ahh, fuck, that hurt," which is undoubtedly the whole point, but Drex is offended, because, "Aint meant it to be dirty. I mean, if yer don't have a man to keep you happy, you gotta do what you gotta do, you know?" The sailor rubs at his cheek, alternately grimacing and scowling. Silva closes her eyes, because damn her feet hurt, but she takes a deep breath and flicks them open again, pinning Drex with the look. "Then be that fucking man." It's pure challenge at the same time while Silva makes a grab for her knife. "Aint sayin' I'm no pansy, neither," which seems to mean that Drex doesn't intent to return said knife. He's smirking at first when Silva makes a grab and barely twists his body to make it impossible for her to reach the knife at his belt, however in doing so her grab touches his left arm, and he howls in pain. Silva's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but she can at least figure out that touching his arm=hurts=upperhand. So she's going to grab at that arm with one hand, with the other go after the knife again. No matter that the hot water is right next to them just waiting for stupid people to fall in fully clothed. Now Drex goes into a defensive posture, belatedly trying to twist his arm away from Silva's reach, the fingers of his other hand rigidly trying to grab at the bluerider's wrist to free her grip and twist her away. He's panting, sweating even, trying to stifle another howl of pain as he twists, towards the springs. Silva's barefeet can only take so much on the glass before Silva's going to have to give into the pain in her own feet. They are NOT an awesome pair, and if Silva's going to go down by all that is holy she is going to take him down with her, into that water because it would be much nicer to land there then on more class. The splash would be more impressive if it weren't punctuated by inarticulate yells, flailing, and cursing to boot. Somewhere in that fall, Drex keeps a grip on Silva, and though he's a strong swimmer, it's harder with one arm broken. Also, somewhere -- during the struggle or the fall, the knife's gone awry. Maybe sunk to the bottom of that spring? They're both going to drown. Well, it's likely, and likely enough that Zaisyreth wakes up at the yelling and for once isn't going to stand off. Moving swiftly the blue is by the side of the water and reaching his head in and he's just going to try to snag Silva's clothing and pull her out. No matter if he gets Drex instead. There's an edge of something like panic in the sudden thrashing of Drex's struggle, only moreso when his coat gets snagged by a helpful dragon and he's dragged out. His grip on Silva's wrist is tight enough to drag her along with him. Sputtering Silva is dragged from the water in Drex' hand. She would keep fighting with him, but there's a DRAGON in her head, and he's not being his normal chill self. Instead his eyes are whirling a bright red, and his blue hide seems almost white in the moonlight. He lets go of Drex the second both of them are out and is going to just STARE at him as Silva stands up and stumbles her way forward, "Stop! STOP!" But it's a mental battle and Drex is NOT included. Drex is largely unaware of the battle going on; instead, he's panting and coughing up water, his already injured arm cradled carefully against him. He's shivering as he begins to pull himself together, and that's when he notices the dragon staring at him, and the sailor bares his teeth, stumbling to his feet and away' from the pair of them. Nope, Zaisyreth has finally reached his limit on all of this. While there is NO WAY he's going to hurt Drex, he is going to draw a line in the sand. He's large enough that his one step takes as much as several of Drex's, his eyes remaining that fierce whirling red. "ZAISY" Silva's voice rings out and after that single large step the blue stops. Part of Drex's reaction is panic, part pain; he's shivering still, but when the dragon moves towards him, he straightens and yells, while backing away: "Get the fuck away from me. She attacked me! And then you attacked me! You think you can do whatever you want because you're a big fucking dragon, drag me around like I'm nothing!" His eyes are wide, breathing heavily still, teeth bared. Zaisyreth could probably speak directly to Drex. But that's not.... really his style. He's angry right now - a state he doesn't get very often. So while he's not going to move forward because Silva has firmly said NO he is going to sweep his rider under a wing and continue to stare at him in a no-fucking-way right now. Silva's voice comes in from under the wing, angry now because someone is yelling at her Zaisyreth!! "He was PROTECTING ME! You're like TWICE MY SIZE and you stole my shit! I'm bleeding and we were screaming and drowning!" Drex isn't weyrbred, and he certainly doesn't spend his spare time staring at dragons, so he isn't exactly certain what to make of the dragon's reaction. Instead, since Silva starts yelling at him, he starts yelling back at her: "Your idiot dragon is like fifteen times my size and was going to eat me, what the fuck are you yelling at me for?" "Don't fucking kid yourself - Zaisyreth doesn't eat people." Silva sounds completely aghast that someone would even think that about her beautiful dragon. Shoving herself out from her wing she stares at Drek, staring at him. "When has a dragon EVER eaten anyone?! Aren't you fucking a dragonrider?!" "Oh, sure. That's why he was stalking me all hungrily and you were screaming his name. Because he really wanted to be friends." Drex scowls, shifting his weight from foot to foot, a puddle of water starting to form at his feet. It's the latter phrase that receives an incredulous look. "You think I'm a-- what the fuck even?" He shakes his head, baffled and frustrated and freezing, and with a last, dirty look over his shoulder, starts to stop away. It's a long walk back in the cold, and in freezing clothes, but apparently he thinks that's a better path than staying with the crazy girl and her crazy dragon. Silva is probably going to track down Drex later, and find out what the heck happened here (because she's not sure). But right now? Right now she's sober, wet, freezing, bleeding from where she stepped on glass, and Zaisyreth is finally letting weeks of his pent up concern over her flow through their mindlink in a wave that pretty much makes everything else no important right now. Drex is just going to have to wait. |
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Alida (01:30, 3 July 2016 (PDT)) said...
I don't know who's more insane: Drex or Silva. ;)
Silva (16:44, 3 July 2016 (PDT)) said...
Drex. Because Silva has Zaisyreth who is as //stable// as they come.
Squishy (07:23, 4 July 2016 (PDT)) said...
I. Loved. This.
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