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Post by menta on Sept 24, 2006 0:28:37 GMT -5
Brook fell to the ground with a thump as she rolled off an unfamilar bed. Oh shards! She reahced up to the bed and pulled of the sheet quickly, wrapping herself in it. Where the fall was she she, who the fall was she here with. She pulled herself back up onto her knees and wrinkled her nose at the man still on the bed. Shards, Askal! Flameit. Now where were her clothes? She rubbed her eyes and quickly smoothed down her hair. She looked under the bunk. d**n, no clothes. She looked under the other bunks. Still no clothes. She really should lay off on the drinking....but she wouldn't.
She bit her lip. She really didn't want Askal to wake up and see her there. She sighed and wrapped the sheet tighter around her and crept towards the door. She only had to go down a few hallways and then she would be at her room. It was early enough, chances were no one was going to be up to see her. She hoped so anyways. She didn't need this added to her already colorful reputation.
She began to walk quickly, her barefeet pattering quietly along the cool stone. She crossed her fingers. Oh shards, let no one come out right now!
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 24, 2006 12:12:17 GMT -5
It had been a long sharding night... what hour was it anyway. I'slen paused in the doorway leading to his office. The WeyrlingMaster had been kept up again by transfer requests from Fort. It had seemed that a wasting disease had struck the area and the old Weyr was suddenly short on Candidates and Weyrlings. I'slen sighed and ran a hand through his toussled hair, just a shade darker than his dragon. He stumbbled out into the corridor. Which way was back to his weyr? One would think he'd spent enough nights like this to know the way blind. But no, he blinked bleary grey eyes as he spied another figure in the corridor then frowned as he recognized who it was.
"Candidate Perribrook, you're up late." He took quick stock of the young woman and sighed. He hoped perhaps the sheet wrapped around her was because tunnelsnakes had eaten her clothing, but somehow he thought not. She was one of the Candidates for gold he remembered quickly, another holdbred girl. He couldn't for the life of him understand why Ponaa Queens always Impressed holdbred girls. Tujal, Ruet and Lyrai were all holdbred. But this one certainly showed more... proclivities than the others. Not that it was frowned upon in the Weyr but it was certainly something for a holdbred girl to adjust so... well to Weyr life. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" I'slen raised a skeptical eyebrow doing his best not to crack a smile at the situation. Hopefully this embarassment would be enough to keep the girl in her own bed more often.
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Post by menta on Sept 24, 2006 12:54:21 GMT -5
Brook froz and bit her lip. She spun around to face the Weyrling master. "Hello I'slen." She smiled at him, "Ermm...actually i'm just up early, not late. And pleased call me Brook." She said charmingly, eyes bright. She reached a hand up and brushed a stray hair out of her face. She cleared her throat. "I was actually just going there." She flashed him a half smile. "I'm pretty dure i just got amnesia and thats how i ended up in the wrong bunk room." She joked. She was comftorable enough just talkign to soemone in a sheet, she just hoped she wouldn't be in too much trouble.
"And what are you up at this hour Weyrling Master?" She aksed, raising an eyebrow. Mmm, the Weyrling Maser was kind of good looking, if a little older. "Well if your not doing anything, maybe you can bring me back to my barracks..so i don't get mixed up again?" She gave him an offputting smile. Perhaps she could make him uncomftorable enough that he just let her off easy.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 24, 2006 14:55:25 GMT -5
((*giggles* Tujal couldn't resist. *pets her goldie fondly*))
Sighing, Tujal rolled out of her bed. Pulling the furs back up to make her bed somewhat, she rolled her eyes. Everytime she slipped off to sleep, she had the dream that she was falling off of Amenth. She wondered who else was having this dream, for she knew she would never be so careless.
I would never drop you. Tujal rushed to her gold.
"Of course you wouldn't," she told her, fondly caressing the shimmery wedge head. "Somebody's dragon is just transmitting, probably one of the Weyrlings." She always did that; talked about the Weyrlings as though she wasn't a part of that group.
...I'slen's up working. As long as you can't sleep, you should go talk to him. Amenth was trying to sleep herself, but Tujal's dreams kept waking her.
"Okay, Amenth, I'll see ya later. Try to sleep, okay?" Amenth snorted in reply, and only her last pair of lids remained up. She was tired. Tujal turned and left her weyr, intent on finding the Weyrlingmaster.
She started walking down the hall that would lead her to his office. She knew that he overworked himself all the time; "Why should tonight be any different?" she asked herself aloud. She cut herself off as she heard a voice, dripping with innocence, say, "Well, if you're not doing anything, maybe you can bring me back to my barracks? So I don't get mixed up again?" Tujal knew that voice. Perribrook...or "Brook," as she preferred to be called. Well, Tujal never called anyone, not even her dragon, by a nickname, and she sure wasn't going to start. As her eyes squinted, she hoped against hope that the girl wasn't talking to I'slen.
Tujal came around the bend and saw Perribrook and I'slen standing there. Perribrook was (Oh my flaming dragon,) wrapped in a sheet and smiling at I'slen. "No way," Tujal muttered. She strode around the last of the curve. "Well, hello there." She leaned against the wall, arms folded. Smiling at her sweetest, and voice dripping with sweetness, she said, "Oh, Perribrook, hello! Standing there in that...is that a bed sheet? Well, you certainly are dressed for the occasion, aren't you?" Tujal glanced at I'slen at her most simpering. "Oh, that girl, never afraid to stand out and make a reputation for herself, is she?" She smiled back at Perribrook. "You look lover-ly, my dear. Aren't you just precious?"
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Post by menta on Sept 24, 2006 16:00:20 GMT -5
((hehe fun)) Brook looked up as another person entered the hall. Oh lovely-Tujal. She rolled her eyes, "Hello Tujal." She smiled. "How many times must i say, call me Brook. No one but my parents call be Peribrook. I hate that name." She scoffed slightly and then looked at her attire. "Aye, i think its rather flattering don't you think?" She asked and let the sheet slip a little un purpose. Oh just let I'slen look. Who whouldn't? Brook narrowed her eyes, she didn't like the way Tujal was talking to her...like she was a kid, or beneath her or something. They were the same age...even if Tujal was a Gold Rider and what not. "Well i'm afaid i didn't really have time to get all dressed up." She said and then stumbled, wincing at the thudding in her head as she began to feel the hangover. "And you too." She said back mechanically. Wow, this was utrning out to be whole shards of fun.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 24, 2006 16:45:54 GMT -5
The bronzerider frowned tightly at Brook's attitude and his frown deepend even more when Tujal showed up. That girl had the worst timing.... And then the two of them were at it, like sugar coated tunnelsnakes at each other's throats. He sighed and rubbed his temples, this was not something he wanted to deal with this early in the morning or late or whatever sharding time it was. "Tujal you have remarkable timing. Would you mind escorting Brook back to her bunk?" He smiled winningly, if tired at both of the girls. Let them sort out whatever diffrences he had, he was way, way too tired to deal with women right now.
He ran a hand through his hair again and yawned. "I would normaly see her back but..." he yawned again illustrating his point. I'slen really just wanted to go to bed, leave it to the Candidate Master to deal with Perribrook, she was his job anyhow. I'slen had enough on his hands, given Tujal was half of his time but he had more than enough to keep himself occupied.
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 24, 2006 17:40:03 GMT -5
((CAn't help it, this is much more interesting... methinks I should add my little greenrider...))
D'lon was sneaking around the corner, giggling to himself. He had visited the lower caverns, avoided his former fling Venaru, and succeeded in having a few drinks with his buddies. OK, more than a few, but it was a good night, and now D'lon needed to sleep. He did not need to be caught by the Weyrling Master in this state. He leaned against the wall and blinked. There were two women in front of him. One wrapped in nothing but a bed sheet. Was this some kind of terrific dream? He closed his gaping mouth and blinked again. Softly, more to himself than anything, "I should say not..."
Before letting any reply in the silence afterwards, he introduced himself rather slowly, as if remembering new details every second, "I am Deralon-er- I mean. . . D'lon . . . rider of . . .?" This paused was a bit to long. And a sharp tongued retort rang in his already throbbing head. Tamurath! You blubbering idiot! I've been woring about you!
"Rider of Tamaruth-er- I mean. . . Tamurath. . . She's worried about me. But I think I am in fair hands now, doncha think?"
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Post by Memorie on Sept 24, 2006 19:27:55 GMT -5
Tujal smirked at I'slen. "No. She seems to be just fine finding her way to others' weyrs. She can find her own barracks just fine. By herself," she added, hoping I'slen would get the picture. She snorted derisively, turning to Peribrook. "And mind, Peribrook dear, that you return that bedsheet to whatever poor rider you stole it from. If you remember." She still refused to call the girl by any other name than the one her mother gave her when she spawned the girl.
Still, the Weyrlingmaster's smile was almost enough to make her swoon. He was very handsome, and he was hers. Not quite yet. Not like Weseaneth is mine.
It matters not. What does is that this girl is trying to...well, you know...with him!
So prove he's yours.
We must bide our time, Amenth. The dragon only mentally snorted back, and resumed trying to sleep.
Another young man joined the scene, stuttering a name and a dragon. Tujal smiled. It was like they were giving her fodder! "Aye, join us, D'lon! I'm sure that Peribrook here'd love to see you back to your weyr, needed you help. And how is Tamurath this evening?"
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Post by menta on Sept 24, 2006 20:03:10 GMT -5
Brook looked at I'slen and then to Tujal. She rubbed her head. "Actually i think it was another candidate. Maybe i can just pin it up by the message boards and see if anyone claims it. Hmm...maye they'll do the same to my pants." She said, smiling fakely. She decided to nod of Tujal's not using the name she liked. She really just shouldn't even tell people that gastly name. It'd save a lot of breath.
"Awe, i really would like an escort Weyrling Master sir, and if Tujal here isn't willing.." She said and then noticed the newcomer. "Hello D'lon." She eyed the new arrival. He was cute, but a Greenrider. Oh well, she wasn't particularily stuk up on that sort of thing...even if she did like her men Bronze. "But Tujal. Surely it wouldn't be proper for me to escort this fine sir back to his Weyr in just this sheet." She said, and smiled. She took a step closer to I'slen. She really would prefer him to be the one to bring her back...but she had a feeling Tujal woud get in her way.
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 24, 2006 20:33:38 GMT -5
"Oh shards!" (couldn't resist it) D'lon heard the words 'Weyrling Master' He cleared his throat. He turned and his eyes fell upon I'slen. He attempted to stand up straight, and to his satisfaction, did not wobble. "Good evening sir. I would be glad to escort either of these 'andsome young ladies-er- I mean my colleges that are not that I have no riskay thoughts about- to their rightful places and then I will get to bed. I anticipate our next lesson!" He winced. He would definatly not anticipate it or even want to go. He looked at Brook. He did like a respectable woman, but any usually would do. What a haughty little thing, He thought. Lords know that he's off limits He snickered at his own thought. Every one and their brother could tell that Tujal was absolutly seething. . . Or perhaps he was just imagining things. He was so confused right now.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 25, 2006 6:33:25 GMT -5
I'slen let out a sigh of relief when D'lon showed up and then took it back again when he noticed the boy was a little far gone on wine. Well now, he had two bickering young woman and a drunk greenrider at some unnameable hour in the morning. Did this Weyr ever sleep? But at least he thought ruefully, this couldn't get much worse. And Tujal, Tujal looked fit to start chewing firestone; the bronzerider found himself mentaly checking where the closest cache of the stuff was. Something told him that if he sent the two young women off together he'd only see one the following morning. But the greenrider, he was Temurath's, what was his name again? Anyway the kid was about as far gone as one could get, he needed the infirmary more than he needed his bunk. So I'slen couldn't sharding send him off with either of the girls, and if I'slen escorted Tujal back he knew exactly how that would look.
The Weyrling Master groaned, it seemed life was taking a perverse pleasure in driving him mad. He took a deep breath and felt a little giddy, Tujal was going to give him hell in the morning but I'slen didn't want to wake Weseaneth to explain things to her. "Alright fine... Tujal would you mind escorting D'lon, "Oh right, that was his name, "down to the Infirmary." He placed a firm and decisive hand on Brook's shoulder. "You, I'll take back. Now move it." His tone demanded instant response and the glare he shot each young person with was a clear command. He hadn't speant ten years as the Weyrling Master for nothing. "Well? What are you waiting for, eggs to harden? Move."
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 25, 2006 12:10:11 GMT -5
D'lon, shocked, jumped, "Yes Weyrling Master sir. Right away. . ." Oh sharding egg of Faranth... quickly saying every oath he knew. . . OK, not every one, but the most that fit in one meaningful saying. Trying desperately to think in a terribly throbbing head, "Uh, but Sir, that would be unnecessary. I'm good to go. I am just a bit tired. My mind is preoccupied. I don't need to be escorted to the infirmary." D'lon even impressed himself with the clean fluidity of his words-no stuttering.
Tamurath was not exactly pleased. First she was awoken by a loud and rowdy rider, Hers no less, and now he was getting into trouble with her superior's rider. She kept D'lon on his toes, scolding him mercilessly, That'll teach you, you silly little man. I hope others do not look down upon us now. . . You better hope that too.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 25, 2006 13:20:17 GMT -5
Though unbeknownst to her, D'lon was right, and Tujal was positively seething. She dropped all pretense of being sweet. She said, "Yes, Weyrlingmaster," but what she meant was, "Oh-ho, you wait til next we meet." Then she smiled again, now genuinely. It wasn't D'lon's fault that he'd walked into a scene, and she could make a hazard guess that he was a little embarrased. After all, this could turn out well for both of them; D'lon could get the preventative measure for a hangover, and Tujal could make I'sln desperately jealous. Tujal smiled quickly, but then schooled her expression. Oh, sweet vengeance.
She took D'lon by the arm, and wrapped both arms around his. Leaning up against, him (and, truth be told, brushing her chest against his arm), she said, "Shall we, D'lon?"
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 25, 2006 15:37:56 GMT -5
D'lon smiled dumbly, this might not be soo terribly bad. Escorted by a pretty woman? Of course it would still have its setbacks. He never noticed the fact that Tujal seemed overly kind to him infront of I'slen, nor did it matter. He giggled for a second, did her boob just touch his arm? Needless to say, when drunk, D'lon was not very mature. "Oh, we shall, milady."
He did manage to turn to the Weyrling Master, grinning, "I hope you have a nice night, Master I'slen," Then he whispered harshly, not meant for any one but himself, and probably louder than he had intended, "Mine is going better than planned."
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Post by menta on Sept 25, 2006 18:27:56 GMT -5
Brook smiled. Yes! She walked over closer to I'slen, smirking slightly as she walked past Tujal. She ignored her dim but thumping headache and gave I'slen a dangerous look. "And you." she replied to Tujal. She then put one arm ligtly on the Bronzerider's shoulder. So look who got the bronzer and who got the blue? She pressed her soft and curvy body, only veiled by a thin sheet very lightly into the Weyrling master, but realeased him just as quickly as she had touched him. she didnt need to be as clingy as Tujal to get her point across.
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