Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 18, 2010 13:24:51 GMT -5
‘I’m sure your ego is only slightly damaged.’ J’on responded, absent mindedly poking a few more bits of wood into his greatest creation. ‘Why thank you, I’m glad my talent’s been noticed.’ J’on flashed a cocky grin at the other greenrider and shifted into a pose that displayed his body a little better with out really thinking about it. Behind him Rinagth snorted in distain. ‘I do practice a little.’ That was something of an understatement. ‘I’ll decide how to take it later. As for complaining, I think you could well be a natural, I think there are more though. There always seems to be plenty of complaining going on around here.’
‘If you complain this much now what’re you going to be like when you’re old?’ J’on asked after a moment of contemplation on the subject of complaints. ‘Are you just going to stay like this and teach the other old people to complain or you going to complain more? Oh wait I’ve worked it out, since other people complain more when they’re old, you’ll stop complaining to balance everything out.’ J’on smiled cheerfully, which might have meant he had everything sorted out, or might have meant that he found such thoughts amusing, possibly both.
‘Traditions?’ J’on asked. ‘Only the one where riders can go and find a stout rope and tie their dragons’ feet together if they so desire and leave them lying on the beach looking silly for a sevenday or so. Do you have any rope?’ J’on gave A’emi a completely innocent look and listened to the uncomfortable shifting of his dragon with satisfaction. Rinagth wasn’t quite certain that J’on would tie her up and leave her to look silly given the chance.
Of course Rinagth couldn’t just ignore Kyrahth’s goading, it didn’t seem to be programmed into the green’s personality to ignore any threat to her rider, no matter how outrageous, a fact that had annoyed J’on on a fair few occasions before. Her head and wings rose, and another hiss escaped the green.
Rina…
She is evil! She Just told hers they should kill you and throw you in the sea![/color]
Rina, love, she’s saying that to upset you. Silly green, would she really let you hear if she was plotting to kill me?
Oh… Rinagth sagged back to the sand, feeling rather silly.
‘Honestly.’ J’on said to A’emi with a roll of his eyes. ‘I think if I told my dragon it was raining firelizard eggs she’d just have to look.’
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jul 18, 2010 18:19:28 GMT -5
‘Only slightly damaged’ was probably…a huge overstatement, really. A’emi’s ego was big enough that such a small implication only kind of…ran straight into it, bounced off, and earned a blank stare. An itch, not damage. He liked to think said ego was also more or less impervious to…anything, really. Everything. Except maybe Kyrahth, but the green never actually took advantage of that – her insults were always layered with a thin veneer of affection. He didn’t say so, simply because explaining why he found the mental image of his ego (in the shape of a huge, generally shapeless balloon-thing) repelling insults so amusing would…take some effort. Probably a lot.
As for the kid’s talent…A’emi grinned, batting his eyelashes dramatically at J’on, but he didn’t say anything: Practice kissing indeed. A faint snicker as J’on went on, the greenrider tilting his head slightly in a brief, contemplative silence before he replied solemnly, “I’m sure that’s how it’ll work out. Of course, when I’m old there’ll be so much more to complain about – so maybe I’ll complain and teach other old people to complain about…” He frowned, biting off the words, and pressed his lips together thoughtfully. “Um. That’s all I’ve got. What do old people complain about, anyway? It’s not like they…you know, do anything.”
Stereotype people, who, A’emi? Neeeever in a million years!
He heaved an over-dramatic sigh at J’on’s suggestion of a tradition, twisting his mouth into a disappointed expression that was almost an actual pout. “You should’ve said something sooner, I would’ve gone back to get rope, but I don’t, sadly…and I really, really don’t want to leave. It’s warm here.” The comment was emphasized by a firm nod, A’emi scooting forward until he was in danger of catching fire. “We’ll just have to complete that tradition next time.” Next time? A’emi wouldn’t mind a ‘next time’, but it wasn’t something he particularly looked forward to – he didn’t really make plans to meet people, ever; it was always more of a random-meeting type thing.
Touch a nerve, pet? Kyrahth’s question to Rinagth was definitely nasty, the green’s tail swaying behind her like a feline’s. The nickname was a mockery, the unspoken insults masked behind it. And, actually, the question itself was more or less just Kyrahth quietly poking at the other green – she was starting to think that Rinagth was all nerves when it came to her. Which, to be fair, also held true the other way around, but that was more Kyrahth’s instinctive dislike of anything with claws and teeth anywhere near Hers.
A’emi cheerfully ignored Kyrahth and Rinagth both, a bright grin offered to J’on. “You should try it,” he replied. “It’d be funny, right? I’d do it if Kyr’d believe me.”
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 23, 2010 16:39:49 GMT -5
Or not even damaged at all, J’on mentally added upon catching the grin. It was possible for an ego to be too big to take any real damage, a sad affliction, normally only cured when the person in question died. Nevertheless the greenrider responded to A’emi’s exaggerated flirting gestures with a raised eyebrow and a cocky grin of his own, because really J’on could no more not respond to flirting, however sarcastic, than he could stop breathing. It was a bad habit and one likely to get into a great deal of trouble someday quite soon.
J’on shrugged. What did old people complain about? ‘Um, pretty much everything by the sound of some of them. The food isn’t as good as when they were young, and nor is the air. No one shows any respect for moaning old buggers like they used to when they were young. The list is endless and ranges from petty to preposterous. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble matching each old person to their ideal complaint topic.’ J’on sounded eminently cheerful about this, as if actually increasing the complaint output of all the oldsters hanging around the Weyr was a good thing and not just a headache waiting to happen.
J’on heaved a sigh of exaggerated disappointment. ‘That’s such a shame, I always wanted to leave Rina trussed up like a wherry on the beach in the cold. If only I’d thought to mention it before I lit the fire.’ The greenrider clapped a hand dramatically and flung out the other, only just missing setting his sleeve alight. Clearly greenriders were not sensible with fire, someone should tell the whole Weyr right away. ‘Hmm, yes, the next time I meet a possibly insane man who once tried to kill me on the beach and decide to light a bonfire I must remember to bring some rope with me.’ Somehow J’on had a talent for making things sound quite ridiculous when he spelled them all out, it was like inverse sarcasm.
Rinagth’s tail danced behind her like a fish on a hook, sweeping a wide semi circle of sand smooth as it went. But other than a very faint growl and a little flexing of her front talons into the sand, the green kept quiet. Kyrahth was only speaking to annoy her, and that meant that if Rinagth just kept silent the other green would soon grow bored and annoy someone else. A basic thought perhaps, but for Rinagth, usually as subtle as a curse in a cathedral, it was a crafty thought indeed.
J’on laughed. ‘Maybe, I’ll have to wait a few days though. If I try it now she won’t believe me at all, because she just heard me mention it. She won’t forget for a while.’
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Post by Avu on Jul 23, 2010 22:01:16 GMT -5
Huh. Well then.
That was a cheerful future. Right. A’emi made a mental note to laugh hysterically at K’thay when the bluerider started complaining about those things. Because K’thay definitely would, of course (he already acted like he was older than A’emi by more than a few Turns). “The air?” he echoed, and then snickered despite himself. “Hang around a lot of old people?” and the question was just on this side of downright teasing; how did he know what old people complained about? Because A’emi most definitely did not. He knew what people his age and a little over complained about, and he knew what Kyrahth complained about (everything), and that was it.
His eyes followed J’on’s sleeve as it came dangerously close to the fire, A’emi opting not to point it out. If J’on caught fire, he probably would, too, since he was just as close as the other greenrider. A’emi’s gaze snapped back up to his face, though, as he went on, and a very sardonic grin curled the corners of his lips. “If,” he said, voice soft and contemplative, “the scenario were ever to come about again, and the man was insane…” His amusement flashed in his eyes at the idea of being insane. “…well, at least you could tie him up and ditch him, right? I wouldn’t want an insane person coming back to the Weyr.”
Of course, this particular insane person happened to have been trained to get out of ropes. It involved some highly undignified wiggling like an eel, but hey. He was flexible. And that was only assuming anyone managed to tie him up to begin with. So A’emi wasn’t particularly worried about the idea that he’d possibly just condemned himself to being mummified and left on the beach to rot or anything like that. (Not to mention he had a Kyrahth, and Kyrahth raged if anyone so much as flicked him.)
Said green’s eyes were whirling in rapid amusement, though, not missing Rinagth’s growl. No response, though. Disappointing indeed…no desire to play, had she? Kyrahth’s tail flipped, darting along the sand, and the green leaned forward, tongue flicking out in a mimic of the human mockery. Clearly so, she commented, quiet and dangerously amused. Isn’t it so childish… Kyrahth was still speaking directly to Rinagth, cheerfully blocking out A’emi entirely (it wasn’t like he’d miss her). …to /ignore/ someone? Implies a certain…insecurity, does it not?
And nope, she had absolutely no idea what she was saying. Didn’t mean it stopped her from saying it, though. Kyrahth would be Kyrahth.
“Three days, if you don’t remind her,” A’emi replied, shrugging one shoulder loosely. Of course, some dragons’ memory spans were a bit better – like, what, four days? – but still. A few days was nothing. And it wasn’t like it was exactly an elaborate trick that demanded much thought. “Hey – ” he added, casting a brief sideways glance at J’on, “So you hate the cold, right? What were you doing out here, tanning?”
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