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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 25, 2006 23:16:23 GMT -5
I'slen looked down at Brook, his grey eyes suddenly steely. He coughed quietly and began to walk foward. Of course, of course they would have to make trouble at this hour in the morning when he was already rediculously tired. He kept his back straight and his stride millitaristic, such behavior was not tollerable at this hour if ever. When he turned back, his eyes were as hard as flint. "Now then if you are done behaving like wherries with your heads cut off, get to bed with all of you. Any dallying to chores in the morning will earn you latrine duty for the week." The Weyrling Master's tone was as cold as his gaze and inwardly he felt rather bad about using such. He liked to discipline with a soft had, building strength and idependence rather than submission. But tonight was not the night for such things.
"Goldrider Tujal, Greenrider D'lan and Candidate Peribrook I expect you all to be in your cots within the next quarter hour. Now move." With that he turned back around and began to walk down the hall, leaving the youngsters to follow or not. No, tonight was not a night he wanted to deal with lust driven youngsters.
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 25, 2006 23:20:19 GMT -5
After I'slen spoke there was a short silence, and at the end of that silence, D'lon giggled, and then covered his mouth, laughing a bit. He looked at Tujal, drunk as he was knowning the mood was over, asked her with a grin, "D'you think he noticed I drank tonight?"
Tamurath grumbled, but she held her tongue for once.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 26, 2006 15:26:08 GMT -5
Tujal's eyes flashed when Peribrook stepped so close to I'slen. She quickly stepped back a bit, but Tujal knew what she'd seen. She stepped forward, fully ready to strangle the girl, when I'slen stepped away from her and directed them all back to where they ought to be. Well, I came to see him, so that's what I'm going to do, she thought, frowning at the lost chance of murdering Peribrook. Aloud, she said, "Aye, Weyrlingmaster. I'll just take D'lon to the infirmary, and then go to my weyr." Psh, yeah right.
She heard, "D'you think he noticed I drank tonight?" She turned back to D'lon, with a warm smile, but still-flashing eyes.
"Not at all, love, not at all. Now let's get you to the infirmary and get those herbs for you. T'would be terrible for poor Tamurath to have your headache tomorrow as well. And we need every dragon and rider fit, you know." She started to lead him, leaving Brook behind just as I'slen had. At least he hadn't chose her, she thought. She really couldn't be angry with him, after all. He'd made a wise choice.
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Post by menta on Sept 26, 2006 17:50:33 GMT -5
Brook took a stpe back and looked at I'slen contemplatively. As both and artist and a person rather familiar with people, she could read body language rather well. He wasn't acting like most people did when she touched them. Oh well. Shed had a fun night already...and she didn't need to give up yet. "Alright I'slen," She gave him a sweet have smile, not dripping wiht any sort of flirtatious.
She looped her arm around his, wiating for him to take her off and smiling rather brightly for the hour. "You know." She said as she looked at him, "You remind me of someone..." She shot a less friendly smile back at Tujal before looking back up at the handsome Weyrlig Master escorting her.
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 26, 2006 19:45:12 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, Tami would be absolutly. . . well she would be very angry with me." He groaned, "Perhaps I do need to see a healer. I am glad you are willing to help me. I'm kind of independent you know . . ." He trailed off, leaning on her out of necessity, not flirtations. He wasn't exactly fit for that right now, and he whispered to the goldrider, "I'm soooo sorry Tujal," Yes, he elongated the "o" sound just like that, "I often saw my mother with other men who were not my father. But that Weyrling Master's got a good head on his shoulders."
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 27, 2006 22:43:49 GMT -5
He glanced down at Brook and then looked quickly away again. Now there was a subject he didn't want to touch, especially right now. The image of his father reared into the forefront of his mind and the bronzerider nearly groaned. Hopefully at least she was just making conversation and had never been near Fort Weyr. "Hmm well, right this way Candidate Brook."
He continued down the hall, all to aware of her presence next to him. Why oh why were women so confusing? Confusing... and lust driven. Not that he thought with a sense of pride they could have picked a better specimen. He smoothed his permanently tousled hair back and sighed for probably the hundreth time tonight. Handsome rider or not, he really couldn't deal with this. Tujal was more than he could handle as it was.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 18:23:30 GMT -5
Tujal tensed, wondering if the benefits of murdering the red-headed candidate would outweigh the trouble she would get into. Then she heard D'lon at her side, and she sighed. She'd have to take this drunken young man to the infirmary...Ah, well, there's certainly plenty of time at the end of evening to visit the Candidate barracks.
Aye, and Fenrath's rider would kill you in return.
Unless she's come onto him too.
The dragon was silent, and Tujal knew she was contemplating that thought. She didn't say anything. Tujal sighed and turned the opposite direction, towards the infirmary. She began to walk in that direction, but stopped only two steps into the motion. This Weyr had made her soft; she would have never taken that laying down like a dog before. She whirled. Without saying a word, and being very light on her feet, she leapt at Brook, intent on bring her down. That wherry-hen would pay and dearly.
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Post by menta on Sept 28, 2006 18:41:42 GMT -5
Brook gave him a half smile. He reminded her of Bek! Bek'kon was good looking like him, of a similar temperment and about the same age...well he would have been about the same age. She didn't want to think about that and didn't cotninue o nthe subject. She surveyed I'slen's face as the ywalked, excellant bonestructure. She would have to get him to allow her to do a sketch. She was always on thes search ofr handsome subjects.
"So do you like her?" She asked of Tujal taking a glance back at the Gold Candidate and then opened her eyes wide i nshock as she saw Tujal come at er and then felt the sting as the Weyrling Gold's hand connected with her face. She blinked. she couldn't belive that Tujal had just done that and the nshe got angry. She was just being nice after all...she'd wasn't even hitting on him anymore...much anyways.
"You wherry-hen." She said quietly, bright eyes flashing blue green. She wondered whether or not defending herself or risk not getting to stand for stiking a Goldrider. she shook her head and bit her lip. Well maybe one swipe wouldn't hurt. She balled her fingers into a fist and aimed at Tujal's gut, and then let her hand fly.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 19:04:54 GMT -5
"Scorchit!" Tujal doubled, wincing. Oh well, it was started now. Tujal could practically see Amenth coming awake...but the weyrling gold said nothing. Tujal stood quickly; it was never a good idea to bow the back of your head to the enemy. She'd been taught that, of course. Good ole' Perlelin. The Head Guard at Ruatha Hold had been her tutor in fighting; Tujal was classically trained.
She stepped back and pulled her fighting style. This pose would help her remain guarded from all sides. She knew, because Perlelin had cut through her defenses until she had found this position. "You would, of course, call names. I shouldn't expect anything better from someone like you." She stopped monologuing and became alert, her eyes opened for the optimal amount of light and and her muscles tensed and calmed, reflexibly. She tested her step by bouncing and found herself still well, despite it having been months since she was well enough to spar, let alone fight.
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Post by menta on Sept 28, 2006 19:16:04 GMT -5
Brook got her hit in and smiled, but she knew she couldn't let herself get too supet...this was a tricky situation. She couldn't hit a Goldrider...but who did Tujal think she was? She stepped back, not acting liek she was going to fight or anything. Instead hse smiles. "Well someone is a little violent. What, i thought you civilised hold royalty girls didn't fight?" She smiled. "Im a Hold girl to you know. Oh i'm not from the Lord's family...but i'm from a long line of people with actual talnet, who do more than just sitting in a chair and lording over people. Artists, mucisians, dancers, the brightest minds of pern come from my family. So i really don't care if yours has rank." She grinned.
"Someone like me hunh? A rich little very *friendly* person who drinks too much and steals other girl's boys?" She knew what others thought of her. "Yah, thats all i am...right. Well at least i know my faults...I bet you don't know that your a sorry, stuck-up, dimiwitted and totally out of her league little girl." She was obviously talking about I'slen. "Plus even if i am a very *friendly* person...i am way prettier than you." She just stood there, waiting for the fists to come. She had several inches on the girl, but no fight training whatsoever.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 19:23:30 GMT -5
Tujal giggled. It was obvious she had the fighting advantage over this girl. She dropped stance. "I've done more work in my nineteen turns that you'll ever do, and that's including in bedrooms other than your own, sleeper." Tujal remained light on her feet, ready to block if needed. But Fall, she might as well make this girl pay for her ignorant words. She really didn't know Tujal if she thought all she had ever done was sat on a throne. Tujal giggled again, her eyes glinting dangerously, and fading into red, like her dragon's. "Aye, I might be stuck up, but I'm never sorry, nor dimwitted. And I have morals. Unlike you," and she dove towards Brook with a fist aimed at her jaw. Maybe that will shut her blaspehmous mouth.
I doubt it, but it's worth a try, Amenth said. She was getting heated.
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Post by menta on Sept 28, 2006 19:32:29 GMT -5
Brook raised an eybrow, "Aye, well may be I'slen shoudl sleep with post of us...than he can judge whose better on that count anyways." She joked off handedly. "Seriously kid? Seriously? I have a craft, i work everyday. I spend hours a day working." she said that less to offend and put down Tujal, but more becuase she was so proud of what she did.
She rolled her eyes, "Well from one-stuck up girl to another, i do have morals...and i never apologize either." She relled backwards, almost losing a grip on the sheet as Tujal's punch landed on ehr jaw. She could taste blood but she sucked it up, smiled and glanced at the men around them and the thought of the ones bound to gather there, "Do you want me to drop the sheet Tujal. Because i realyl willand i don't think you want me to. I don't think you want your precious Weyrlingmsater seeing that." She raised and eybrow, almost laughing.
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 28, 2006 19:38:06 GMT -5
D'lon stood there in awe. Cat fight. He blinked and watched them, nervous as heck. Tamurath was on Tujal's side because of her alligence of Amenth, and because of unsaid reasons. Amenth's will come on the top, Ridermine, you just wait and see. The green sounded triumphant. D'lon was a little confused at first and said quietly, "So does this mean I can go to bed, or should I wait until this is done? Then we could all to go the infirmary!" He started out a little unsure but by the time he got to the last sentance he talked as if he were going on holiday or something.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 19:42:46 GMT -5
Tujal smiled easily. This candidate deserved to be spanked, and not in a sexual way at all. Did she really think herself all that attractive? Tujal spat, disgusted. "Candidate," she said, using the girl's title rather than name, "I don't give one Thread Burrow what you do with that sheet." She giggled. "Maybe if you drop it, you could fight better! You're going down like fresh fire-lizard hatchlings to a wherry. And," she added, "I don't care what he see," putting the flavor of dislike in her voice. She hadn't mean for that to come out so soon.
And this was the second time her throw had landed. Really! The girl was going the way of the dodo bird! Again, Brook would pay for her words. This time, Tujal stepped in closer, and went to pummel the girl. She was a filthy braggart who slept around, and Tujal would give her the attitude adjustment she needed.
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Post by brimstone81 on Sept 28, 2006 19:46:57 GMT -5
"I don't care if I see either. Don't be modest just because of me." Unaware that he was forgotten in the corner. By now he was starting to loose the buzz. He had a headache, but he wasn't exactly ready to go now that things were heating up!
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