Logs:Painting The Town Red
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| RL Date: 19 September, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and Alida meet up for drinks and runs into Edyis. Meanwhile, the Blue Duo makes their debut through some weyr 'finger painting'. |
| Where: Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 11, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Jo and Alida together makes for some raunchy commenting. ;) |
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| It's early evening in the Reaches, with most of the riders returning from their sweeps to unwind with dinner...and lots of drinking, of course. So, it's not really all surprising to find Glacier wingriders Alida and Jo getting an early start on the drinking at the riders' lounge - surrounded by their dragonrider peers. With Tacuseth and Ilicaeth having dropped them off before winging on to their own endeavors, the two take up a part of the bar with their mugs and their backs up against the counter as they watch everybody else. One can be sure there's the usual of uncout comments being passed between them, too. If Alida's ever seen 'hanging' with much of anyone, it's more likely Jo, the 'Blue Duo' (tm) apparently having more in common than might be recognized. By this point in the early evening, the two women aren't into their cups - *yet* - but they're likely headed that way, given the relative speed of their imbibing, and the light fare they occasionally snack upon. Pretzels are so damned good with beer...or whiskey, or what the fuck ever. Right now, the blonde is lifting her chin out at one particular brownriding male across the room from them - with his own little group - the guard then inclining her head towards Jo's ear a little so she can smirk out some low obscenity about his prettiness, most likely. Alida whispers "Notice how 'e keeps lookin' around? Wonder what the fuck 'e's waitin' for? (So much for the thought of oggling his prettiness for more lewd reasons.)" It isn't entirely unusual for Edyis to be in the rider's lounge, though the Savannah greenrider who was supposed to be her drinking companion for the evening, seems to have been called away on one errand or another. Making her way to the bar, generally trying to avoid collisions with anything or anyone, it's only after she has her drink ordered that she spots a familiar bluerider and a not so familiar one. So the scribe does what any sensible sober person in a bar full of Glacier riders would; "Hey Alida!" calling over and snagging her cider inviting herself over without much shame. "Probably for some pretty lil' ass to come swayin' in," comes Jo's comment to something Alida says with a toss of her dark hair, ruffling her black leather riding jacket as she throws a glance at the rider in question. A little lopsided tilt of her lips is all the indicator of her amusement with their banter, her casual lean against the counter about as calm as the night sky. Then, nudging her wingmate with a nod in his direction, "Why doncha' go over there and wiggle it for him, huh?" she teases, waggling her brows before bringing the mug to her lips and hearing Edyis's call and approach. "Could be..." Alida murmurs about another deep draught of her beer back to Jo, the blonde then rolling her eyes, and lightly elbowing her fellow wingmate in the side. "Putz..." the younger of the two murmurs with no rancor, her attention then clipping over to the female voice that calls her name. Blink. "Ed!" is roared over the din of the crowd, 'lida apparently not minding a 'self-addition' this time, even as a male steps into the high bar, then moves over towards aformentioned brownrider, settling upon his lap quite forwardly. "Well, *he's* a pretty piece, too..." the guard comments smirkily of the boy-on-boy scene beyond them, then chuckling as the two men settle down to drinking and snogging on each other. Beyond their riders, perched on the Rim, Ilicaeth starts to feel a little of his rider's growing buzz, and reaches out (naturally) to his brother in banditry - if not direct blood - his lazy swirls of gritty sand scouring through Tac's arena, looking for ... something. There's no words, yet, just bits of skullduggery and 'youth's' need to get around and DO something. (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) The scribe grins, settling in a seat next to the former guard, lifting her glass to Jo in greeting. "They're starting early." Edyis smirks in regard to the snogging couple. "I'm so glad you are here! I thought I was going to end up drinking alone. Who's your friend?" The scribe asks the green eyed blonde taking a swig from her own mug, perching on the edge of the bar stool. Watching to thrilling turn of events with quiet laughter, Jo lifts her mug in a toast towards the men before turning to Alida with a sigh and a "Ah, ya were just too late." Because Alida had a chance, see. Her dark gaze slides over towards the approaching Edyis with open scrutiny, watching Alida interact with her in silence. It's only when the other asks for introductions that the bluerider steps in and states, "Jo's her friend, darlin'." No, she's no hiding the fact that her gaze is travelling down the newcomer's frame in a study that was obvious. Eyeing Alida now, "Yer holdin' out on me, wingmate?" she gestures towards her, indicating that Alida -totally- is keeping pretty girls from her. Mm-hm. Tacuseth was on his ledge when the call comes, the blow of horns signaling his answer. Of course. If there's trouble to be had....well, the blue doesn't always make it his mission cause shenanigans, but with his rider's buzz growing, this release does need an outlet. « What's good? » he verbalizes to the younger blue, tossing out the challenge like a pair of human boys about to dare the other to do something dangerous or stupid. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) Not many at all are allowed to seat themselves so casually close to Alida - at least without comment or some action of hers soon following - and so Edyis' offhanded settling beside the blonde might be a little odd, to those in the know. She expects Jo's self-introduction, and when it follows, 'lida smirks thin and wide, actually nodding agreement of this friendship that Edyis assumes and Jo asserts. Again, rare for her. "My wingmate..." a point to Jo ensues to agree with the darker bluie's statement of fact for Ed "...fellow carouser, an' overall thorn in the side." Snerk, sip. "Already told 'er she's not my type, but *you* c'n have a try at 'er..." the guard trips off negligently, her free hand waving a casual gesture upon the air at the scribe. "Edyis. Scribe." That's Ed! He *knew* Tac would answer the call to action! YEAH! Hrmm... what's good... Ilicaeth's focus moves from his buddy as 'the Rock' (tm) looks all around in the fading light for what might interest them this evening. Most of what's taken in - offered to Tacuseth via his own senses - is pretty boring, really... until... « Ohhh yeeaaaahhh... » 'caeth's rasping baritone croons in dark delight at the sight of many little buckets of what he knows (from Alida's mind) to be paint are seen sitting just outside the greenhouse. The Weyr's so damned drab this time of Turn, with the long winter just around the corner, isn't it? (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) "I am her best kept secret." Her reply to Jo comes smoothly teeth flashing in Edyis flashing smile with a playful wink aimed at Alida. She even feigns a pout, "Aww, you know every time you say that it just makes me all the more curious as to what your type actually is. That one over there?" Thumbing over to the pretty brownrider and his lapwarmer. She gives Jo a long look in return, before laughing, "So in other words someone fun and worth getting to know?" Because clearly this is what is to be derived from thorn in side and carouser. Believe that Jo is taking in Edyis proximity to Alida - and the ease with which the bluerider talks with her. She snorts at the way she's described before butting in behind it, "Really? Usually ya describe me more as the hotter wingmate in our duo." Her ego knows no bounds. To Edyis, "Pleasure, darlin'. Best kept secret or no. If ya like a bit more, ah, charm in yer life, ya'd wanna get to know me. How do ya know each other, eh?" she asks as she flicks a glance between the two. What's good indeed...Tacuseth revels in the other's mind, and when the image of the paint buckets appear, there's rumbling call of laughter. What to do with those innocent-looking buckets of paint? « What's up that wing of yers, buck? » he asks, already dropping from his ledge - presumably in search of Ilicaeth himself. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) "*My*?" Alida drawls in lengthy fashion to Edyis, the bluie touching her upper chest in faintly astonished manner, her features trying for blandly innocent, and actuall making it there at least half-way. "May ya' never find out..." the blonde comments with ample hints of only partially feigned foreboding to the scribe, more beer swilling taking place as she looks between the other two women. There's ample grinning around her beer as Jo and Ed size each other up in their own ways, 'lida huffing a little laughter aloud at Jo's ego, then managing to nod in world-weary fashion as the dark bluerider claims to have more charm than Alida. "No contest..." the younger of the riders sighs dramatically, then pointedly turning to Edyis to warm her with all apparent seriousness, "Watch out. Jo'll wring ya out like a sponge, leave ya dry." For her fellow Glacier wingmate, "Kept happenin' across each other at random points. Finally found each other tolerable enough ta strike up a bit uv' an accord." Shrug, sip. Noooothin'...'s up his wing. Snigger. Again, no words are needed, only images and some emotions exchanged with Ilicaeth's blue brother in spirit: Paint; their noses and paws; bland and rocky walls all around them...especially the spires. And the growing darkness which soon will coax most everybody inside, and disguise their actions from prying, fuddy-duddy eyes. (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) Laughing, the dark haired woman does her best to play offended. "Oh you cut me to the quick you do Al." Edyis drains her glass before ordering another snagging one of those pretzels for herself. "Lady-killer this one is?" Remarked of Jo that smile all the wider, "Really she's so very charming once you get past the gruff," she adds for Alida with something like mischief sparking in her eyes. Jo regards them both as they speak of her, the slightly narrowed study more on the newcomer than her wingmate. Maybe she's staring at her ass, rather. Or her tits. It might be hard to tell. To Alida, "It'd be a shame to leave'em wet," in her baudy drawl to her comment on sponges, the coarse innuendo not even a veiled one. To Edyis, "I do what I can, and I'm very charmin', rough or no. What do ya do 'round here?" Here, as in the Weyr. As if to justify the question, she gestures about them before adding, "I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd remember ya if I had run into ya before." She even laughs at Alida's answer about how they knew each other, adding in behind that with an elbow-nudge, "Yeah. I can't ignore someone that's willin' to fight me out in public. Not so bad, for a former guard," and she passes the bluerider a shallow wink before she drinks. Ahh yes. To Tacuseth, it would make sense to transfer this paint to places with artistic license. Who would suspect them? Granted, his mind isn't all in the logical sphere where it's supposed to be - the haze of liquor from his rider blurring the lines between right and wrong. Sharpening those images sent, « Lead the way! » he sends, perhaps his proximity felt as he leaves his ledge. All in the name of art! (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) She's been called 'Al' enough, but, maybe strangely, not by many Weyrfolk, so Alida lofts one brown a little at Edyis, then rolls one shoulder a bit at the nickname. With Jo's comment comes a near cough as the blonde almost chokes on her next draught of booze, her face pinkening from more coughing as her eyes tear up a little. Snerked low to Edyis, "Believe whatcha' want..." of Jo, then factoring in, "Lady, man, whatever gender it is... she'll trounce it." The way 'lida gives the word 'trounce' special inflection might just give it a whole new twist, the paler rider finally setting her drink down upon the bar top in order to nab a hankee from one pocket, and daub at her eyes, blow her nose from the beer that nearly came up through it. Meanwhile, "'Former' guard; shells! Once a guard, always a guard. We never fuckin' retire." Eyeroll. His own grape is a little fuzzed from his own rider's slowly growing inebriation, Ilicaeth grins wickedly, widely - much like Alida in some moods - and his glinting, golden sands swirl into rasping motion as he flings himself down from his perch, soon angling in towards those forgotten-about buckets below. « There's weyrlings... » That they can always blame this on, if - for some weird reason - someone tries to blame them. (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) Edyis takes a long pull of her drink, grinning - though maybe it's a good thing she swallowed before the wet comment. As for the nickname she just smiles. If she's Ed. Alida is Al. That's how that goes. "Well there's probably something to be said for that - trouncing, seems like fighting and fucking are the official pastimes of some I know, more seem focused on the latter." Yes the swearword sounds out of place, she's really not a person who should swear in that soft soprano of hers, it's just unnatural. That Alida nearly chokes on her drink earns the blonde a heary thump of Jo's hand to her back as she says, "Oy! Surely that's not the worst ya heard from me!" She chuckles aloud and then snorts on the guard part, adding in, "Might be why I still wanna fight ya, hm?" To Edyis with a wave of her hand, "Both are the same in some ways, if ya ask me. Ya were born here?" Down Tacuseth goes, seeming to know the direction the blue goes since he's close to his tail. « They get blamed for everything, » he speaks about the weyrlings - their chosen scapegoats. Because, surely, dragons would get blamed otherwise. There's a controlled glee in the older blue as he glides down towards the bowl, keeping an eye on any passing dragons that should choose to pay close attention to their mission. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) There's another cough from Alida with the thump that Jo gives her back, and finally the blonde's done spluttering, and now also finished blowing her nose, fastidiously folding up her hankee and repocketing it before she takes up the remnants of her beer again. Sip. Ahhh, better. "Caught me when I was vulnerable..." the younger bluerider protests. "Waste uv good beer." Nose-wrinkle, sip-sip... and yet another old soldier lies dead. Turning at the waist to wave over the bartender, the guard soon enough turns back to the other two, uses her free hand to wave off Jo's comment. "All we'd get outta' that is busted up blueriders, bitchin' Healers, 'n dragons that'd not let us outta their sights until they fer'got." Snork. "Fight...fuck...sometimes they feel nearly the same," Alida comments to Edyis, nodding her pale head, then quieting to listen to the scribe's response to Jo's inquiry. Edyis says, "Well one seems more accepting of biting than the other." She seems to decide, before answering both of Jo's questions. "Esvay Hold Nabol, I stayed on as an assistant to Master Jeroman after Iesaryth's previous clutch hatched." She smirks, at Alida and Jo. "I wouldn't know." If fighting and fucking are the same, she probably means. Excellent strategy, Tac! That's the feeling the elder blue gets from the younger as Ilicaeth soon backwings to a landing near those buckets, heavily lids his jeweled eyes, then slowly moves in the gathering darkness towards his ultimate destination. While Tacuseth watches, 'caeth tunes in, waiting when told to halt, proceeding when given the all clear. Within five minutes, he's got those buckets hanging from their handles by his lower teeth - the things lidded, thank Faranth - five of the eight there in his possession as he then hurls himself skyward, inwardly cackling in delighted fashion. « Where first? » is inquired in muffled fashion, as if the buckets in his yap are interfereing with his 'speech.' (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) "Vulnerable," Jo echoes that, snorting into her mug at Alida. "I'll buy ya both the next round. Consider me in a generous mood tonight." She even turns toward the bartender when the other flags them down, gesturing towards Alida and Edyis to reorder whatever they're currently drinking. When Edyis answers her question, "Nabol, huh? Huh. I'm from Keogh. I think I remember seein' ya on the sands now." She's at least studying her without the leering this time. "Well, good ya stuck on. I know some folks from my candidate class that still is here. Mainly cuz they've got nowhere else to go." « Find a weyr, » Tacuseth suggests, angling down to scoop his claws down to collect up one of the buckets. « One of our riders'? Mine needs some color ». He would know. He takes to the sky with his own buckets and follows, turning his head left and right and trying his best not to spill a trail of paint in their wake. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) There's a fairly-rare batting of long, pale eyelashes at Jo when the older bluie snorts into her mug, Alida grinning at her wingmate when she deigns to buy them all their next round. While they all await their next round of booze, the blonde gives a muffled, but unapologetic belch into a hand, then snagging up a pretzel from their basket of them to munch on. As for failed candidates staying on, "Ya' heard about Fort's old Candidates, right? Fer what was supposed ta be Eliyaveith's eggs." Edyis gets a quick study from rather wizened green eyes, and the alcohol does a bit more of her talking when the blonde responds just a tetch bluntly to the scribe, "Which one... 'r both?" Beat. "Must be the fuck; seen ya fight." Grin. « Jo's first, then! » Ilicaeth's baritone rasps in delighted response, his wings flapping more to get him a bit more alititude so that they can access the elder blue's home ledge. « 'lida's colorful enough... » Quick images of greens, soft yellows, cremes, and some desert colors flicker at the fringes of his mind, plus a perhaps odd blurt of metallic gold and quartz-y blue. He'll 'allow' Tac to land first, since this is *his* home, and - after they both get their feet onto stone - there's the lids on the paint to deal with. Teeth are too unwieldy, large, and so the very tips of frontal claws are utilized - none-too elegantly - to prize up the metal. (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) Edyis says, "I knew there was a reason I liked you!" The scribe comments on Keogh, before mention of the Fortian queen brings a grimace. "Yeah, right worrisome, though I hear the senior is with eggs now and showing the proper signs at least." Of fighting and fucking Edyis snorts. "No Fighting. Nothing stops a bluerider in flight lust quite as quick as a solid sinking of teeth into to the shoulder." Her grin is unrepentant. Laughing outright at the scribe's initial words to her, "I can give ya plenty of reasons to like me besides that," is all Jo says to her on that before the bartender arrives with their round of drinks. To Alida's question on candidates, she frowns a bit before saying, "Heard somethin' about that. What happened?" She drains her mug then before reaching for another filled one. Alida's question to Edyis earns a quiet chuckle, one that rumbles all the more for Edyis's response. Brows lifting, "Ya bit some poor bluerider's shoulder, did'ja? Would've only be seen as foreplay if it was me, darlin'." She raises her mug to that before drinking. To Jo's. Tacuseth is not thinking about his rider will feel finding her weyr painted. In his current state, he seems to think she'll appreciate the sentiment behind the work. He's quick to return back to his ledge with the buckets, and then he works on opening them up as he flicks through the colors seen of Alida's own weyr. « This one would be good, » and he sends the younger blue the shades of their own hides - blue. Maybe a touch lavender, too. He sends softer tones of the same shades, but who's to say what colors are in those buckets? (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) "Yeah... heard Elaruth's gettin' rounder," Alida clips off in her typical fashion, her green eyes flicking from Edyis's darker eyes to Jo's, then back again. "Hope Eliyaveith's lack was just a fluke." The brassily-colored gold is still quite young, after all. Shrug. Blink...smiiirrrrk. "Sure as shit wasn't *me*, thank the Egg." Snerk. "Ilicaeth chases mostly the ones he's attracted ta' *before* they glow..." that almost-random comment might be more the alcohol talking, again, the blonde then inquiring of the scribe, "Who's gotch'er teeth marks in 'em fer ever?" A quick riposte for Jo's lattermost remark is her laconic, "She fuckin' *means* it...", followed by a nabbing up of her next drink when it comes, a quick, deep sip, then her clipped, "Mostly just shit off the grapevine, so take it with a pinch uv salt. Said that those leftover Fortian candidates're a piss-poor lot, mostly; givin' the Leadership crap over Eliyaveith not puttin' out eggs. " Colors can look different in the dark, too... even to dragon eyes. Blue. YES. Blue is the PERFECT color for Jo's ledge, and as they pry open their buckets - a little messily, likely - Ilicaeth eyeballs what they brought up here, trying to pick out purple while bobbing his head a little in agreement with Tac. « Alida sometimes smells like lavender...flowers. » Idea! « You make blue sky, I'll make flowers... » That'll brighten up their sere weyr! Enthusiastically, the younger blue dips the very tip of his muzzle into the half-full bucket, gets just enough color on it to make it stick...and starts stippling the rock wall around him with liberal dots of color. (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) The dark haired scribe just laughs, "E'nest, poor bastard, I realized it was only the goldflight that made him attractive at that moment and also realized I didn't want to see the smug expression he'd be wearing after. Savannah had a good laugh out of it. I probably wouldn't have minded if it were you, though Jo." She teases, though the expression sobers some. "I could understand being upset over it, but shells, it isn't like dragons don't rise every few turns. Damn lucky Fort is letting any of them stand at all. I imagine the other weyrs won't want them either." "Do ya get to Fort often?" Jo asks Alida suddenly - soberly for that moment. Believe that every tidit of news Alida is sharing is getting mentally filed away. "Dunno much about that young goldrider there," she states in a murmur, nodding a few times. "When ya say 'piss-poor' though...cuz, many said the same 'bout my lot..." Yeah, that got her attention. Alida's comment on Ilicaeth gets noticed, too, a brow lifting in her direction for it even though she doesn't lend comment. No, in fact, there's only the flash of teeth on the subject of biting, which Edyis answers and gets the lingering draw of her dark gaze that's both leery and studying before she says, "Yer sweet, darlin'." There's a sort of dangerous tilt to her tone, the click of teeth and the drum of the alcohol lending to any of her bad girl qualities being played up all the more. Blue would be lovely. « This I 'member mine sayin' she liked that smell on her, » he sends, the buzz from his rider bringing looser lips on both sides as he messily opens his buckets. Ilicaeth's idea draws a rumbling from him as he in turn considers the buckets before him before dipping into the one he thinks is close to the color he wants. And, well, if it's not...it's the thought that counts. Let the painting begin! (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) Alida waves off Ed's word of the bluerider she'd bitten, the blonde only minimally acquinted with him. "At least ya got it sorted out in yer head that it was only the flight. Next time one uv' 'em goes up, just try ta hole up fer a little while." The blonde remembers her first 'exposure' to a gold's mating lust, and for a moment, the meory makes her both frown, blush just a hint...and then - perhaps oddly - appear angry. All of that is quickly doused by a deep draught of beer, however, the woman nodding a couple of times in agreement with the scribe's next words. "I think some uv' 'em got sent home, but..." Shrug, eyeroll. "They'd better not come *here*, anyroad." Or what? She'll kick them out, herself? There's a look over at Jo for her inquiry, and then the blonde shakes her head, notes dryly, "Know a person 'r two that go ta Fort enough." Shrug. Is it surprising that someone like her has 'ears' in other places? There's pointed study of Jo's manner, and when the younger bluerider comments aside to Edyis, it's with a hint of dark humor just for her. "Don' tease the animals, Ed." Sip, smirk. « She smells good most times... » Ilicaeth agrees, a fleeting and ephemeral image of his rider scooting over Tacuseth's mind: wild, white-gold hair filled with many hues of little wildflowers; lurid green eyes; wild laughter issuing from Alida's slightly contorted mouth; and a burning sun blazing like wildfire behind her. It's this heartfelt feeling for his lifemate that makes the blue dart not only his muzzle, but the tips of his claw-sheathed digits into various cans, each different hue then enthusiastically daubed onto stone wherever Tac isn't already working. To their grand lifemates! To color! To the moment! (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) "Well it's that or hole up with someone I wouldn't regret instantly after." She smirks, but shrugs. "Lilah's not bad, not the most trusting person in the world but what goldrider is? " Taking another drain of her mug, before she nearly chokes at Alida's scold. "But it's fun to rattle cages." She admits recovering quickly. "I'm a bit biased," Jo notes on goldriders with a shrug. "I tend to do right by Shani. Azaylia's pretty trustin', too. Guess I dunno much 'bout the weyrwomen outside the Reaches." And, speaking of goldflights, Alida's words on it draws laughter and an aside to Edyis with a click of her tongue, "Next flight? Come look for me. Ya can bite me all ya like." Easy as that. Then, to Alida on the rumors, after the shrug given for her own unruly manner, "What's wrong with them comin' here, eh? Can' be any worse than my lot." "Yeah... but what goldrider *should* be?" Alida notes flatly to Edyis, the bitterness rising inside her for some moments. And what *blue*rider. "Got a fuckton uv' bronzers lookin' ta make themselves a name through 'em...plus others toadyin' up. Fuckin' false smiles, sweet words, then a dagger in the back..." Yes, it's the booze loosening her tongue some. And then the mood's mostly-broken with the scribe's near-choke, the rider clucking her tongue a bit thoughtfully, then quietly noting to her, "Just gotta know when the cage is ajar..." Wink, sip. Jo's words earn her the guard's greater attention again, the ex-holder smirking at those words to Ed, then shaking her head a couple of times. "I don' want more potential little snarkies *here*. You know...kinda like Sabella an' company." Cue a pointed, darkly impish, if also slightly accusatory look into Jo's dark eyes before the blonde takes another pull from her mug. The images sharpen when sent to Tacuseth of Alida, seeming to appreciate the colors and feelings accompanying them. « The best, » he voices the appreciation. « I, the same for mine. » Images of Jo in perfect shadows, perfect blue shadows of sharp angles and touches of darkness. It's beautiful and dangerous at the same time - exactly the way he likes her. He continues to slather the paint on the bare wall with his claws, seeming to enjoy the action more than what he's actually doing. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) Let this WHOLE painting of the Weyr be done in homage to their riders, then! Ilicaeth, too, enjoys and approves of how Tacuseth sees his rider, the sense of him bumping fists and shoulders with his brother in their moment of perfect accord as clear as mountain spring water. BROS! When they've finished with Jo and his ledge, there's more places they can paint to show the whole Weyr just how great life is! (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) Edyis seems content not to say anything on the local queens, though Alida's outburst earns a second look from dark focused eyes. "I suppose that is fair enough, must suck, riding gold. Don't get me wrong, I like paperwork much as the next scribe. It just seems like you get a whole hell of a lot of unwanted attention, with very little upside." She tilts her head, eyes widening a little at Alida's quip with a snort. "I don't think I've met Sabella." Reaching over for another pretzel. "That's more the world, darlin', than just those that ride gold," Jo states lightly to Alida's speech, knocking back some of her drink. "And, I think ya mean me in that snarkie group, hm?" No, she's not mad. In fact, she appears highly amused by it. To Edyis, then, "Sabella's a greenrider that comes from Greenfields," she explains, nodding once. "Greenfields tends to house shady types. Or so they say. Us shady types never did put much stock to Weyr rumor." There's a twinkle in her gaze as she says, brows lifting and falling briefly before adding in, "So yeah. I might be biased there, too." She sips. Tacuseth is so set in painting his part of the weyr that he's really not paying attention to what all Ilicaeth's doing. Only once he feels that he's done that he goes to inspect the other's work, seeming satisfied as he sends, « She'll like it. I can see the look on her face now! » Indeed. He's ready to move on though, having tasted his own artistic license and ready to spread it around to another place! (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) "Exactly..." Alida comments back to Ed when the scribe speaks more of goldriders, the woman then nipping up another pretzel, stuffing it into her yap, munching before sipping more beer. "Lucky you..." Alida notes casually to Edyis when the other inquires of the not-present greenrider, the blonde unwilling to say more about her. There's a hint of questioning in her intense, green gaze when Jo gets to the heart of the matter, 'lida murmuring low, "Sometimes, yeah. But *you* don' live in a *constant* state uv snark." Like Sabs. "It ain't the 'shady.'" Headshake, sip. "It's the...duplicitous, sweet false face...the one that'll stick a knife between yer ribs while fuckin' ya..." Is Jo really any different than Sabs? She is, to Alida. He knows their next route. « The Spires! » They can reach at least one of them, paint it up pretty! It's so damned bland. « Got any ideas? » For what they should paint up there? He's quickly gathering up buckets, forgetting to lid them, and dumping blobs of paint here and there, in the process. (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) "Rumors usually have a little truth to them, or else a mischievous soul behind them." Edyis is listening keenly to the interplay between the two riders, smiling all the while, at least until the stabbing the knife between the ribs. "Would you prefer the calloused one that sticks the knife in you when you're expecting it?" "Just cuz we don' put stock by them don' they ain' all true," Jo agrees to Edyis's words with a chuckle. "I mean, shit. All the rumors still goin' around on me didn' change anythin' for me." As for Sabs, the bluerider flutters fingers at Alida and states, "Awww, darlin', Sabs ain' really like that. Sybile's worse if ya met her, and she comes from the same place. Just gotta know her a little more is all." Of course, the convict rider would say the same to any shady type in the Weyr, so... grain of salt. "If it's a choice between A 'n B only, then I'll take the knife while *expecting* it..." Alida notes in no uncertain way to Edyis, the blonde then suddenly smirking thinly, and adding, "Uv' course, I'll most likely have personal choices uv' 'C' an' 'D' ta round out that list." Sip. There's a stab of finger to Jo at the other's mention of Sybile. "*That's* the other one. Her, especially." Eye-narrow. "Never puttin' either uv them at my six unless a situation's utterly outta' my control." Frown, sip. "No way." The Spires! Tacuseth drags his buckets with him to the ledge, the trail of paint following in his wake as he sends in an idea, « How 'bout this? » and he sends the image of their lake in the Weyr - patriotic, right? « I think they'd like it, » he sends, following Ilicaeth out. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) « YEAH! » It's a guard's enthusiastic boom of gleeful affirmative to the other blue when Tac suggests it, Ilicaeth's quartz-filled grains of sand eddying with furious delight in his bro's arena, the sun glinting brightly off of them. Off to the Spires to make a lake! It doesn't take long - even with the need for some concealment against the (admittedly lazy) watchpair - for the Blues Brothers to arrive, and once they've settled down to smearing and blotting various paints upon a Spire, there's paint everywhere...and only enough left for one more small 'project' elsewhere. (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) Edyis laughs, brightly at Alida's response. "Of course you would. It's what makes you so delightfully charming." She tilts her head at Jo a moment pensive, "I think between the two of you I will know who to avoid, and who to talk to for a good time." "One would be a fool to pull a knife on Alida, period," Jo notes to Edyis with a nod going towards her wingmate. A compliment from her rarely happens. "I don't even think Sybile and Sabs have gotten along better since bein' here, anyway. At least they're not in yer wing, right?" She pats the woman on the back before stepping away to add to Edyis, "Yer better off stickin' with us, right. Too many unsavories about in this place. Lucky ya ran into this one, and me." Her smile is oh-so innocent, really. "But really," she pauses to drain the remnants of her mug, "I probably should be gettin' outta here. I think...somethin'..." Yeah, well. She's looking towards the ledge now, lost in that brief detachment that comes with communicating with a dragon. Tacuseth is set to his task. He smears the paint like a pro now (well, HE thinks he is), wasting much of it as he tries to working his very hard-to-handle claws. Once done, there's the brief silence of him communicating with his rider before he sends a « Quick! Let's dump these someplace and finish there! I think she's onto us! » Panicky-Tacuseth? Maybe more alcohol-infused-Tacuseth. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) "That's not the usual word that comes up when referring ta' me..." Alida responds drolly to Edyis, the blonde smirking broadly about the rim of her mug before taking another deep sip, her eyes dancing darkly over her beer. Noting the scribe's words to Jo, the guard can't help but murmuring, "That should be obvious: avoid both uv us, 'r talk ta both uv us." Those words from Jo trigger a knowing look in green eyes, a faint, slightly odd little smile, and an understated, "Or desperate...'r someone like me..." Is there a hint of a slight incline of head to Jo, as if to recognize the other bluerider as someone who might be able to pull off such a coup on the blonde? Another shrug is all she'll comment further about Sabella and Sybile, the woman giving only a bit of a wolf's head smile back to Jo - and by proxy, to Ed - at word of ending up with *them*. AhHaHa. Peer. "Somethin' up with 'im?" By her small perplexment, Alida is likely indicating she's not picking up much from Ilicaeth. They *do* have a little pact not to nose around in each others' affairs too often, after all, to maintain some parcel of distinctness. « It's a fuckin' WORK UV' ART! » Ilicaeth trumpets proudly, gleefully to his blue bro as their masterpiece unfolds on the Spire, his own nose, digits, chin, and neck and chest liberally spattered with various paint colors, by now. Wait-whut? Oh SHIT! Don't panic, keep control! Uhhhhm... « Dump 'em in the refuse pile! » *Everything* goes into there, after all. Up and away! (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) « Just tell 'er you an' a bunch uv' dragons were thinkin' uv chasin' some pretty green tail... » Ilicaeth helpfully suggests. Anything to get Jo off *their* tails. (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) Edyis laughs. "I would think so. But you'd have to somewhat envy the idiot brave enough to try." She sighs taking a deep pull from her mug. "Don't be a stranger then, next time I'll buy the drinks. " She says of Jo's pending departure. Listening to see if Jo answers. "It'd be entertainin' to see someone try, at least," Jo relates to Edyis on knife pulling on Alida, joining in on the laughter. "She's usually at her best when she's angry. I would know." As to Alida's comments on those desperate, the odd smile gets a flick of brow raise in return, finding something unshared amusing before saying, "Ya know I'm always down for a spar, darlin'. The bloodier, the better." Perhaps an invitation, but it's the look to the lounge's ledge that captures most of her attention as she answers, "I'm not sure. He says they're chasin'....green tail?" Which, maybe doesn't sound all right by her uncertainty in her tone, but she turns to Edyis anyways for her farewell and states, "Pleasure was mine, Edyis. Maybe I'll see ya around?" Which sounds innocent enough, one would hope. « I think I've bought us some time, » Tacuseth's mind returns a moment later, having communed with his rider as they sail towards the refuse pile. « Don' worry, I'll work on her. She usually forgets anythin' with more hazy-makers. » One would assume 'hazy-makers mean booze. Either way, he's heading towards the refuse pile to dump the buckets sending out a wry, « At least our work is done. We'll visit to see in the mornin' » Clearly. If they even remember. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) "Thanks fer the drinks, Jo. See ya around..." Alida notes to her wingmate, the blonde understanding the urgency of the need to depart when one must deal with a lifemate's vaguarities. "Yeah-yeah..." the blonde comments casually to Jo of being at her best when pissed off, the younger bluie then sighing dramatically before noting, "Alright; a proper spar someday soon. Just no broken bones 'r shit that'll wind up with us in the Infirmary fer days." Headquirk. "Great... another green about ta go up again. Good luck on that." Nose-wrinkle. A hand is lifted in general, further farewell to the other rider, Alida returning to drinking, while casting her gaze around the lounge. « Good... Just be casual. Don't ferget about thinking about chasin' some green later on. Bunch uv us were talkin' about it. » And Ilicaeth will stick with that story if his lifemate comes to him asking, later on, as well... so Tacuseth should stick with it, too. There's a 'knux' bump of the younger blue's shoulder to Tac's before they split from each other, and a rumble of happy, baritone laughter with « Make sure she drinks a few more before goin' ta bed. » (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) Edyis curves a brow at green tail and again at broken bones. She grins, "Of course, I would wager sooner rather than later." Before the nose wrinkle and the sarcasm is noted. "Are they really that bad? Greenflights?" |
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