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Post by Cathaline on Jun 28, 2011 2:36:54 GMT -5
Mere days ago, Puff had returned to Edison's shoulder, her usual perch, all atwitter with exciting news from the dining hall. A set of people it seemed he ought to meet; two lovely men who had praised her beauty and fed her (she earned a loving poke in her pudgy stomach at that), and a third who made interesting inventions. Oh, and a fourth who was just nuts.
All four intrigued Edison for different reasons, and that was why, as soon as the next rest day rolled around and he knew throwing off his sleep schedule was acceptable, he dragged himself from bed just in time for lunch. Of course, by the time he jogged from the Candidate Barracks all the way up to the dining hall, he was as bright-eyed as ever, and he had his special bit of hide on him. In large charcoal letters, it stated his goal for today: FIND THE NEW FRIENDS.
Because obviously, these people were his new friends. They were Puff's friends, so they were his friends. They just didn't know it yet.
Edison burst into the dining hall early, fetched a tray and mug, and settled in a corner where he could watch the bustle. Puff climbed up onto his head so she could see better, occasionally winging out over those who came and went, searching, searching for one of the four. Or all of them! All would be good! Wonderland ate the meat he was offered and then flopped down on the table, eyeing the room with deep misgivings. His was going to do something silly. He could just feel it.
As soon as one of her Feeders came into view, Puff trilled, her excitement filling Edison's mind. Food abandoned, he leapt up and strode over to grab Sebolaren by the hand, wringing it tightly. Wonderland betweened onto his shoulder and heaved a long sigh. Yes, this was typical. No, it was not normal.
"Good to meet ya," Edison said. "Thanks for bein' so good to my Puff. Come and have some food. Spicerolls're good today. What are you, then?" Not who are you. In Edison's mind, they were past all that.
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Post by Ruin on Jun 28, 2011 14:39:49 GMT -5
He slicked his wet hair back with one large hand and filed into the Dining Hall; his legs automatically following the flow of Candidates, Dragonriders, Weyrfolk, and Crafters. The scent of spiced meat touched his nose and sparked salivation—Shards he was hungry. Not that this was anything new. He felt as if he’d never have a full belly what with all the work he did every day; it did take a lot to fuel his large form—even if he didn’t run like that twice dusted Trader. Who wanted to blow themselves out around the Bowl like a mad-man only to have nothing left when something should happen? Not that anything would happen here—though it had in the past, hadn’t it?
His mind was wandering as were his feet; a certain catharsis had swept his soul that second day on the beach, and lately he had found it easier to think about the future of men and dragons. A smile pulled delicately at his lips as he mused to himself: He wasn’t aware that he was being hunted. However, the moons had done wonders for him, as had the release of all that poison he carried; so instead of greeting the man with a look fit to kill—he went in stride. As soon as his eyes landed on the face he recognized it: The Pink's sleeping master. The greeting was returned with a firm and welcoming grip fit to match the man; not overwhelm him, and what was a small smile flourished into a bright trademark grin.
The Blue appearing turned that grin into a shining brilliance, and he listened as the man swept off into an energetic flow of words that left Sebol doubtless to who he was—or had been. Though this lad was certainly correct—the food smelled wonderful. He tapped the man lightly on what had been his extended forearm and bid him follow as he headed to gather meat onto a tray of his own; words following his feet. “I assume Puff would be the Pink Firelizard that Xiro’el and I fed fewday ago?” Hands starting to fill his tray, and adding extra for this man and his ‘lizards, he answered the question.
“Herder turned Dragon Candidate, and you are a Tradesman turned…?” He left the question hanging between them as he finished plating his food, turning and motioning the man to find them seats—because the Trader had possibly been seated previously—Sebolaren knew he couldn’t be a Dragon Candidate: So what then was he?
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 30, 2011 1:47:49 GMT -5
"Yep, that's my Puff," Edison said, and as if on cue, Puff finished her latest circle of the dining room and landed on his other shoulder, with a chirp of greeting to her new friend Sebolaren. Clearly the other man was pleased to see Edison; this, and Sebolaren's identification of him as an ex-Trader, did not seem at all strange to Edison. Why shouldn't people be happy to see him, and recognize him? Besides, dwelling on those sorts of mysteries didn't interest him. There were far better things to ferret out. More fascinating things. "This is Wonderland."
The blue gave a sigh and stared at Sebolaren. Obviously the Herder was trouble. As usual, Wonderland would have to be the one to drag them all out of it.
"Wher Candidate," Edison continued merrily, turning and striding back to his place, handing Puff a bit of meatroll for her clever, clever finding of his victim - that is, new friend. "Stayed at Crescent awhile, got told I ought to stand for whers, thought, Dalibor's the place to do it! And make no mistake - right choice to make, too. Findin' out all sorts of things. This place is full of surprises." Every sentence came out in a sharp burst, with barely a pause in between for anyone to interject. "A Herder, eh? An animal lover! Obviously a flit lover too - my Puff had nothin' but praise for you and your comrades. Lookin' for some new comrades m'self. Got some among the nightdwellers, o'course, but sometimes I'm up in the day."
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Post by Ruin on Jun 30, 2011 2:16:59 GMT -5
”Puff and Wonderland,” he said with a bright smile, snapping those names into connection with the flits in his mind—he wouldn’t forget them then, nor try to chase them off even if they got onto Daymar…again. “Lovely names and lovely animals.” He followed the man with earnest curiosity, back to where he presumably had been sitting—claiming a seat for himself and giving a fresh grin as he gave to Puff a piece of meat. “Hope you didn’t mind Xiro’el and I spoiling her something fierce, we typically do not give so many treats to animals; but she was far too adorable for us to say no—and quite intelligent. She showed us your picture when we asked!”
Wher Candidate, that explained it, and Sebol was of course quite interested in that fact—having already giving himself a small mission of making friends of as many Wher Handlers—future or otherwise—as possible, both to prove that they were every bit a valuable member of society; and because they were simply damn entertaining. Most of them seemed to wear their emotions as open books—and use those emotions just as frequently without tact. Though he couldn’t judge this man so early; he would watch, and learn, and then determine if he fit the Wher mold.
“Haven’t been to Crescent yet, they don’t give us much occasion to simply sail away at will—been trying to find a shipfish to do it for me. You are too correct about the surprises—there weren’t as many interesting people around at Ruatha, especially in the fields tending runners.” He took that opportune pause in conversation to nibble on some meat, sure that the Candidate would find more to question or comment on—he seemed extremely chatty and opinionated. Which was fine by Sebol; letting others do the talking gave him a chance to look around—and catch sight of someone he knew.
“Aye, animal lover, and you’d be hard pressed to find a better group of people than those who were with me that day; although one of them did attempt to crush poor Puff with a mug due to his fear of animals. Xiro’el deflected the mug with his face, as you will see because he’s heading this way right now brandishing the shiner on his cheek like a trophy, and in terms of camaraderie—I adore Wherfolk, and believe the sky brothers should mingle more with those who allow us to sleep safely in our beds by night.”
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 30, 2011 2:42:08 GMT -5
Through some miracle of stealth, Xiro'el had managed to infiltrate the kitchen, steal some meatrolls, and sneak back out before any of the drudges noticed him. Either he was having a marvelously lucky day, or he was getting better at the sneaking part of things. The trader was inclined to think the latter: soon, he would never get caught when he crept into the kitchens for a bite to eat. Not like he would have died waiting, early as he was to lunch, but he hated waiting for everyone else to get food.
So it was that he arrived in the dining hall early, plate piled high with food that hopefully nobody would end up stealing like they had last time. Casting about for somewhere to sit (and munching on his meatrolls as he did so), it didn't take Xiro long to find a tall and welcome presence. Sebolaren! The man was looking his way; the cyan weyrling flashed him a grin and waved his free hand before making a beeline straight for the herder.
Within moments he'd made his way over to the two men, and Sebol's remark about the bruise was proven true. It was still dark violet, ringed in a sickly greenish hue -- and its owner had by now completely forgotten about it. "Hey, Sebol!" He offered the pair a brilliant grin, and then caught sight of the pink flit, which only made his smile grow wider. "So you're her owner! Lovely firelizard, she is, and I'm pleased to make the acquaintance of her bonded. Sebol, you're entirely right about that bit about wherfolk except that some people fail to sleep in their beds by night and so cannot be considered safe there. However, for all of the sane populace I suppose Sebol is right, and I extend to you, my good man, my sincerest thanks for your future part in not letting the wild beasts and brigands eat the Weyrfolk in their sleep." [/center]
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 6, 2011 20:54:35 GMT -5
Ah, still more praise for his precious, and Edison chucked Puff under the chin once she'd swallowed, beaming fit to burst. "No, no, by all means, give 'er all the food she wants - I do it too. She's my little genius girl, yes you are." The blue, however, responded to his master's joy and his sister's preening with a heavy sigh, giving Sebol a woeful look. He gave a quick hop onto the table and sprawled out on the plate, chomping on a meatroll. At least His was settled, for now. That was safer than most things he wandered off to do.
A gleam came into Edison's eyes at the mention of shipfish, which only caused Wonderland's lizardy scowl to deepen. Thanks for that, Sebol. "Never met a shipfish m'self," he said. "Spent many a day watchin' for 'em, though. Never been to Crescent? Perish the thought, I shall take you myself for a visit on the next rest day! There is no place more beautiful and open in the world, nowhere else could have captured my trading heart." His hand fluttered up to press over said organ, but despite the sappy words, the mischievous look never left his tanned face.
Edison's usual boisterous joy vanished, however, at the mention of someone attempting to injure Puff. He plucked her from his shoulder to cradle in his hands, examining every inch of her hide. "Someone tried to crush you! You failed to mention that." Her response was a wounded chirp; he hadn't hit her, after all, and there had been so many more interesting things to tell him!
Turning his gaze on Xiro, Edison bounded to his feet; tucking Puff close to his chest with one hand, he offered the other to Xiro, wringing his hand whether he'd have it or not. "Edison, I am," he said, his gaze on the impressive bruise. Yes indeed, someone had tried to crush poor little Puff, and just think the damage it would've done to her, if it had caused this much pain and agony to Xiro'el! "Glad to protect people in their beds, but if you'll excuse me, right now I got to go and punish this offensive nitwit with the mug. Could've killed her!" he burst out, and without any by-your-leave, stalked from the dining hall. Candidate. Daymar, whose image Puff settled in his mind, was a Candidate. Surely together they could find him!
Wonderland, abandoned, eyed Sebol and Xiro'el and then gave a little trill. Yes. This was very typical of his master.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 6, 2011 23:35:39 GMT -5
”I would certainly enjoy a visit; especially with you there to give me a tour.” He meant it too—not that he expected it to happen, how would they even get there? Were they even allowed to go? The beach, yes, across the sea? Weyrfolk rarely visited the Holderfolk unless necessary; though perhaps it was different for Wherhandlers who were not bound to stone and sky as Dragonriders. He mused over this to himself when Edison turned his attention upon Xiro’el; only half listening to the conversation; though he regained the conversation into his mind when the Wherling gained his feet, bid them farewell, and set off.
Lips pursed briefly and he too gained his feet and motioned for the Trader to follow him—giving the man a look that said ’yes, I do realize I have made a fatal error—I never said I was the one who had a silvertongue’ Silver though it may not be; it was generally smarter than this. His stride was long and exceptionally sure as he wove between Weyrfolk who were flowing in and out of the Dining Hall; he caught up to Edison only a short distance from the gaping entrance, and fell into step beside the man. Walking he did very well indeed; his stride was sure, and effortless, and he had breath enough in his lungs to speak.
”He could have killed her; but he did not—and if he had, I can assure you he would have been traumatized. She startled him is all; typically he wouldn’t hurt anyone. Though I know you’ll not want excuses, you also have to consider what would happen if you did find him and layed him out. The man isn’t likely to recover—he would doubtless leave the Weyr, and you might be told to go as well for depriving a dragon’s egg of a wider choice. We both know not everyone looks favourably on Wherfolk.”
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 7, 2011 17:42:55 GMT -5
Xiro grinned as the other man wrung his hand, and returned the gesture willingly, apparently completely unfazed. "Xiro'el of cyan Tigreath," he returned, and then raised a brow slightly when the other man whirled around and stormed off to find the 'nitwit with the mug.' Sebol must have said something about Daymar, then.
The trader glanced up at his taller companion, clearing his throat pointedly. He caught the look, smirked, and then bounded along at Sebol's side. This situation most certainly had to be remedied before Edison caught up to Daymar, given the latter's rather skittish nature and the fact that he would probably have a heart attack if he even saw that angry face coming towards him. Not to mention two firelizards, should the blue decide to accompany his master as well.
Though he'd had to lope to keep up with his friend's longer strides, Xiro'el was none the worse for wear when they caught up to Edison. He automatically slipped into place on the other side of the wher candidate, adjusting his own stride to keep pace with him. Sebol was the first to speak, and the trader automatically backed him up. "The mug man is a decidedly nervous sort," he volunteered helpfully, "and Sebol speaks true when he says he isn't likely to recover. Edison, my good man, you can rest assured that had that mug been thrown with honest malicious intent and hit your darling Puff, there would have been consequences immediately following. However, 'twas just a reflex, and, as you can see -- no real harm done."
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 13, 2011 20:53:28 GMT -5
On a rest day or for a Gather, of course they could head over to Crescent; it was visible from the Rim, so it wasn't as if it were a trip that would take moons! Edison, despite his fury about the assault on poor Puff, was still thinking with half his mind about how they could get there. Even as he walked, he reached into his pocket with a practiced motion to pull out hide and bit of charcoal, wrapped in a dirty bit of fabric. In letters that sprawled all over the page because he was writing while he strode, he firmly announced to himself, BUILD SHIP TAKE MATES CRESCENT SHIPFISH. There, that was clear enough! And now it would happen. He automatically scanned the list, but there was nothing on it so urgent that he couldn't handle the Daymar situation first. No need to write that down; it would all be over by the end of the candlemark, one way or another.
Shoving the items back into his pocket, he looked round at his companions just as Wonderland popped out of between and landed on his shoulder, adding his own firm denunciation to their words. Puff hadn't even been so upset she remembered to tell about it! Edison patted his blue and sighed. "Can't just let this go unpunished. Could be some other poor soul's precious beauty next time! Got to make sure he knows who he's dealing with. Not gonna lay him out," he added, giving Sebol a salute. "Jus' put a little of the fear of Edison into him."
A lot of fear, more likely, considering they shared a barracks for now and that if Daymar knew someone homicidal lurked at the end of the hall...well, he might never return to his room, and stay awake until he went mad.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 14, 2011 0:00:38 GMT -5
His eyes followed the hand that drew out the quick message, sparing a quick moment to memorize it himself: Interesting that the man would have need to write down a plan—one he had only just made. Sebolaren wondered curiously if perhaps the Wher Candidate’s memory was slightly touched, and if it would be possible to distract, and thus dissuade, him from the task at hand—that being Daymar. Certainly if Puff had not remembered she still wouldn’t, and the Blue seemed keen enough to avoid the confrontation what with his obvious chiding—but how to do it. The man was well outside social mores, yet seemed keen enough on certain conversation: Well there was always—
”I’ve often heard that shipfish have sex for the pleasure of it, actual sex—it can’t even be called mating because it is for no purpose. Males are even known to partake with each other. I’ve had many women, but never a male—have you had males before? Perhaps both? Would you consider yourself something of a shipfish in terms of sexual interests?” It was worth a shot wasn’t it? Even a hesitation in stride or a curiosity could turn this wave of anger away from shore and back to sea—of course it was a risk, a gamble even, but worth it.
Didn’ t Daymar have enough to deal with on most days when those days didn’t involve an angry Wher Candidate come to put fear into him for threatening his firelizard. Not that Sebol didn’t mostly agree, the Candidate couldn’t continue going about the Weyr throwing mugs at firelizards—and people—alike: His eyes spared a brief and sympathetic glance to Xiro’el for his purpled war-wound. Ah Daymar; hopefully this would be yet another thing Sebol could redirect from his path without the man being any wiser for it.
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 15, 2011 13:26:19 GMT -5
Though he glanced over as Edison scribbled on a piece of hide, Xiro'el had no real idea what was being written. Being illiterate had its disadvantages. He shifted his attention to the actual wher candidate, though, when the blue firelizard appeared from between and landed on his shoulder. The words made the cyanrider raise a brow slightly. A fear of Edison, eh? Personally, he was rather inclined to think that Daymar had a fear of everything. And that was after just a couple of brief encounters with the man.
Shipfish? That was a semi-random topic... let alone the sex bit of it. Resisting the urge to raise a brow at Sebol, Xiro shifted his gaze to Edison again. If nothing else, that question should take him aback at least a little bit... in theory. Personally, being asked if he were a shipfish might make him pause, if only for a moment. Still, he supposed that this might be a good distraction, so he didn't ruin it.
Catching the glance to his bruised cheek, the weyrling grinned. Honestly, he'd almost completely forgotten about his injury until this incident brought it back to his notice. And he forgot it again as he was forced to bite his lip in order to keep himself from laughing at the sheer... absurdity of the distraction. Shipfish sex? Really? He glanced at Sebol, and then forced his face into an expression of neutrality. Nothing weird about this situation. Nope, not at all. Where did the herder even learn that? A better question: why did he even care enough to remember?
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 18, 2011 22:40:16 GMT -5
Of course Edison's memory wasn't touched! He was no wherry-brain to let things fall from his mind like Thread to Pern. It was simply that he had so many thoughts that it helped to write the truly important ones down, lest he become so caught up in events that vital tasks failed to be completed. It was sensible!
He was well outside social mores, because even a statement like that - weird, rude, non-traditional - didn't give him the slightest pause. As usual, he simply made the mental readjustment to a world in which people said things like that, and then carried on. "I've had one 'r two men, yeah," Edison said with every ounce of confidence and satisfaction. "Mostly women, though. Prefer their softness, but there's a certain harshness to sex with men that's occasionally quite pleasant. I certainly hope I'm a shipfish - can you imagine me mating? Having children?" A hearty laugh escaped the wher Candidate's lips at the very thought. He was a fine firelizard father, but to human children...no thanks.
Not wanting to leave anyone out, he turned to Xiro'el, his stride never letting up. "How 'bout you? Are you a shipfish when it comes to sex?"
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Post by Ruin on Jul 24, 2011 21:56:21 GMT -5
If he had expected the question to stop the man, which obviously he had, it did not work; no, Edison took it in stride—and was still literally striding toward his inevitable encounter with Daymar. How to stop him at this point? Was there any stopping him? His mind mulled over possible courses of action, including the possibility that the Wher Candidate would in fact reach his destination. Thus he only half listened to the response, nodding and smiling to belie his torn attentions, and flashing a dangerous look to Xiro’el once the Trader came under the scrutinizing gaze of the Candidate. For once he found himself grateful for his long stride, though he did manage to stumble once or twice on the flat ground: At least he didn’t take a spill…although…
An idea came to life in the back of his head, and he flashed the Trader a brilliant smile as he stumbled for the third time for apparently no reason. Blasted long legs, but perhaps just this once they would serve him well. One large hand brushed awkwardly at his hair; or as awkwardly as he could manage seeing that he was trying to express signs of shame over his clumsiness. Although he did quite want to hear the end of this strange conversation he had started, and perhaps the question would even be turned onto him. Curious. How conversations went. Still, he had a plan now, and he would stick to it.
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 31, 2011 17:29:17 GMT -5
While even Xiro'el had been at least slightly taken aback by Sebol's sudden remark, it didn't appear to phase the wher candidate one bit. Privately, he wasn't sure whether to like that or not. It was amusing to meet someone so incredibly shameless and unconcerned... but on the other hand, it was also a bit peculiar. The trader, deciding to make the best of the situation, opted to think of this as highly amusing instead of slightly disturbing, which was the conclusion a lot of people might have reached by now.
Granted... this was a good time to be slightly weirded out. All the same, the Cyanrider grinned and raised a brow. Having children... ugh. He knew already that he'd make a horrible father, if only because of conclusive evidence when it came to siblings. No kids for him. He also didn't really want to imagine Edison mating... whether with children as the end result or otherwise. No, sir.
"Me?" the trader considered for a moment, then grinned and lifted a shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. "To date, I'm not sure I could be called a shipfish. Had plenty of women, I have, but no men. And no more interest in mating than you've got, not if it ends in children." Xiro chortled, and then glanced over when he noticed Sebol stumble. There was an expression of shame on his face, which the weyrling instantly knew was false. The man was so used to tripping that Xiro'el was a hundred percent positive that he just stumbled, picked himself up and carried on without even registering the incident. He met the taller man's gaze and, timing it so Edison wouldn't notice, he quirked a brow in an expression that clearly said 'what are you doing?'
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 8, 2011 17:30:13 GMT -5
Obviously, Edison noticed Sebol's strange clumsiness, but he thought very little of it; some people just couldn't walk, and the Herder was very tall. Perhaps he was ungainly because he wasn't used to the height yet. It could happen! Edison would never be much above average height, which served him just fine in life.
His attention was entirely on the boy who was actually speaking to him, therefore. "Well, that's a good enough reason to have some men, then, too," Edison pointed out. "Can't very well end in children then, eh?" A thought occurred to him, and he added a bit wistfully, "Not that we're meant to be doin' that now anyhow, from what I've heard. Against the rules or somethin'. Doesn't make much sense to me; what better way to relax after a day of hard work?" Admittedly he planned to ignore those rules if the opportunity arose, and his one concession to them was that he would not purposely seek out such things for as long as they were banned.
His stride never faltered, on toward a meeting with destiny. And Daymar. Puff gazed around the bowl in search of the boy, quite content and not at all under the impression that this was a bad thing to do; Wonderland drooped just a bit more and gave Sebol a side-eye. Somebody needed to stop this.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 8, 2011 18:11:02 GMT -5
Sebolaren listened attentively as Edison began speaking to Xiro’el; mostly he was waiting for when the man’s attention became focused on the Cyanweyrling enough that he could—yes, now! Stumbling again, but on purpose this time, the ex-Herder pinwheeled his arms for added theatrics as he twisted in mid-air and plowed his entire body into Edison at the waist. Nearly gaining air he was able to throw all of his weight into his fall, even managing to trip up the Wher Candidate’s legs with his own. The fall seemed to be in slow motion from his perspective, as firelizards squealed and winged away from their once-safe perch; wings of pink and blue flashing past Sebol’s face dangerously close.
He landed on the man as they collided with firm ground, and he hadn’t really planned on doing that as he knew his frame to be quite large, but he was committed and determined to keep Edison from chasing Daymar out of Dalibor with his rage: The nervous Dragon Candidate would never survive an assault of this magnitude. Flailing around clumsily, and not yet removing his weight from the man beneath him, Sebol cast a look up at Xiro’el as if to say: What in the shards now?
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Post by Sakoru on Aug 8, 2011 19:47:03 GMT -5
Now that he'd gotten over his initial astonishment at the turn of the conversation, Xiro didn't have much of a problem responding to Edison. A broad grin appeared on his face, and he nodded thoughtfully, although privately he didn't think he really wanted to sleep with men except under special circumstances. Not that they were unattractive... but he liked women better. Much better. "That's a good point. Might have to give it a whirl sometime if women start to lose their appeal." The trader winked conspiratorially. Like that was ever going to happen.
"Oh, yeah. Doesn't make much sense to me," the cyanweyrling admitted, forcing himself to keep a straight face. Edison had no idea how much trouble the two men he was currently with had gotten in because of a misunderstanding regarding that very rule. Still... he smirked wickedly, green eyes glittering with mischief. "Should you decide to break the rules, remember the main rule: don't get caught. Follow that one and everything works out just fine." He wasn't counselling rule-breaking; of course not. He was just... giving some advice. Friendly advice.
That was an impressive fall. Xiro'el stopped as soon as it became obvious that Sebol was not catching himself, and he barely restrained a laugh when the two other men tumbled to the ground in a heap. As soon as he caught the look aimed at him, though, the trader winked. "Ouch. You're as bad as Tigs, Sebol." He switched his gaze to Edison, and tilted his head in flawlessly imitated concern, face utterly serious. "You know, you might want to get to the infirmary after that. I don't know how much Sebol weighs, but it's a lot.... that must've hurt."
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 12, 2011 14:30:22 GMT -5
Fortunately, Edison was a strong man, and he'd spent a fair bit of time at Crescent participating in Fight Club; though the breath whooshed out of him when he hit the ground, and he grunted as Sebol proceeded to land on top of him, no real damage was done. He knew how to fall, even if he hadn't been able to prevent said fall. Well, really, how could he, Sebol must outweigh him by about a hundred pounds, being so tall and muscular.
And yet, his first words, once he stopped wheezing enough to get them out, were a cheerful response to Xiro'el, as if he were not currently being pinned to the ground, with his anxious firelizards hovering above him. "Never get caught! Not m'style. Not th' sort to brag and ruin reputations, either; never had any respect for that sort o' man." Flailing slightly, he tried to roll Sebol off of him, his face the very picture of concern. "Me? Nah. We beat up on each other for fun back at Crescent. Been landed on before, no big deal. Bit bruised, maybe. How about you?" he demanded of Sebol.
Puff, for her part, fluttered down onto the back of Sebol's head, talons twining into his hair, to croon down at Hers. Wonderland disappeared between, and then reappeared, straining, with a mug full of water, which he carefully set down beside the fallen men. There. That would help.
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Ruin
Wingrider
ruinct[M:-786]
We build the worlds we wouldn't mind living in
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Post by Ruin on Aug 12, 2011 19:05:07 GMT -5
As the Wher Candidate flailed, he flailed as well, and, as the man spoke, Sebolaren felt his resolve fading. So his ploy hadn’t exactly worked, not yet any road, but there was more to be added if necessary, yes? When Edison’s face expressed concern; or at least a mock version of the emotion though the ex-Herder doubted Edison to be a man for feigned feelings, a new idea sprang to mind. ”Dunno,” came the faint and distinctly breathy response of a man who has had the wind smote from his lungs by great force, and he winced visibly as he tried to pry himself off of the body beneath him. ”Wasn’t m’most graceful, was I?”
The prick of delicate talons in his hair and a new feathery weight told him that one of the firelizards had landed on him; as Wonderland appeared beside them with a mug and the weight had not disappeared, Sebolaren could only assume it was Puff. With another soft sigh he sought to lift himself off of Edison. As his bulk rolled back onto his legs a shudder went through him; a wince drew a soft agonized breath from his lungs and he collapsed again onto the body beneath him. ” Well, that was an interesting twinge o’ sorts. I may have done myself in on the way down. Knee or ankle, can’t tell rightly.” Oh help brave strong Wher Candidate, your poor Puff-loving acquaintance has fallen and wounded themselves. His sea-grey eyes were tinged with a worried pain.
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