am i part of the disease [k'thaaaay]

[Avu]

He was bored. Kyrahth was asleep, and entertainment a sleeping green doth not provide. And thus A’emi had fallen back on his customary source of amusement: Other people. Namely, one bluerider that he’d been (for lack of a better word, honestly) randomly bothering every once in a while when he needed a sparring partner, sedatives, or was just bored stupid. So it was, on that particular day, which was decidedly cooler than the days that had preceded it for some time, that A’emi stopped by, counting the doors as he paced down the hallway, the only way he knew of to figure out which room was K’thay’s and which was some random dragonrider’s.

“One, two, three, four…” He stopped in front of the fifth door, and rapped with the heel of his hand smartly a few times. “K’thay!” His call was perhaps louder than might have been appropriate for being around others’ quarters, but whatever. It wasn’t past noon yet, but it was late enough that anyone still sleeping ought to be up anyway. “K’thay, I’m coming in, put on pants, tell your lover to hide under the bed, K’thaaaay…” A few more raps of his palm, and then A’emi let himself in.

Because he’d knocked and he’d yelled and of course he didn’t have to actually wait for K’thay to come to the door, right? Right! (Wrong.) Of course, such an entrance was more or less normal for A’emi – certainly that was the way he’d been doing it since he could remember, and K’thay could deal. At worst he’d just be really embarrassed. The door clicked shut behind him as A’emi made his way into the main living area, dropping absently onto the couch. He couldn’t see a K’thay, but he was sure his warning yell had been more than loud enough.

Bluerider was just probably in the bathing room cursing his timing or something. Or on the ledge, or actually in the bedroom – something that A’emi, despite his yell, had not really anticipated – the greenrider twisted, kicking off his shoes so he could drop his feet on the couch and swivel to peer out at the ‘ledge at Castidenloth, offering the blue dragon a wide smile and a wiggle of his fingers. “Hiii, Casti…” The words were relatively quiet, now that he was inside and didn’t have to contend with a door. “I’m here to kidnap your Rider. Is he hiding from me?”

[Tashe]

When the banging on his door began K'thay had finished a down stroke with his razor, his startled reaction causing no damage to his half coated face. There was a momentary pause in which the Bluerider sighed to no one in particular, if anything it was to show exasperation visably. Lifting the blade to his face he winced as the yelling and the banging picked up again. There weren't many people in the Weyr who had the gall to do that, especially to him. Most people either steered clear of him or just simply ignored his presence, but there were a few who actively sought him out. Only one though, had such a way about him as to startle even the dead with his sudden and often unannounced appearances. A Greenrider by the name of A'emi. K'thay shook his head slightly as he heard his door open and then latch shut, assuming that the other Rider had gone ahead and made himself at home. When he had let himself become comfortable around the Greenrider was beyond him, it just seemed to have happened. Though still wary of the other man, he managed to put up with him better than he had done in the very beginning of their strange acquaintanceship. Running the blade down his face, the Bluerider continued to shave as if nothing had happened.

Castidenloth's tail twitched as scent of Kyrahth's human infiltrated his Weyr. It was not unusual as of late for the small human to be found in His's presence, but every time he entered the small Weyr brought with him his unfamiliar spice. It rubbed off on everything he touched, not that Casti minded terribly, but it disrupted the balance of smells in the room(s). Lifting his battle scarred head at the Greenrider dropped onto the couch, the Blue grunted in greeting. A wing shrug and a head tilt later, Castidenloth curled up tightly in the sunlight. It was cool but the sun made everything feel warmer. It really was the breeze that ebbed and flowed through the canyon that chilled the air. Autumn was swiftly coming.

"I'm not hiding... though sometimes I wish I had the good sense to do so." He mumbled the last part under his breath as he peeked out around the bathingroom door frame. "I'm shaving, I'll be out in a second." True to his word, K'thay finished scraping away the stubble a few moments later, washed away the excess creme on his face and left the bathingroom as he scrubbed his face dry with a towel. "Kidnap, eh?" He ruffled his damp hair, tossing the already messy locks into a frenzy. "I don't know about your choice of words." Slumping into the chair opposite A'emi, the Bluerider crossed his legs and yawned as he attempted to tame his locks with one of his hands. "Are you bored again? What is this now, the third time this sevenday? Don't you have like... secret Wing training or Daywatch to do or something?" He was tired, but it was probably more to do with oversleeping than overexertion. "Whatever. Hungry?" He gestured at the small bowl of dried fruit and candied walnuts that was on the end table near the couch. A'emi might be an uninvited visitor, but K'thay almost always played the part of gracious host. He was pretty much used to having no privacy, never had much of it at Fort didn't expect to have much of it at Selenitas. Though he was occasionally surprised at exactly the amount of privacy given to the Riders on a daily basis. At least, from those who followed certain manners of course.

[Avu]

Aww, Casti was so polite – and by ‘polite’, A’emi meant that the blue acknowledged his presence in a way that did not involve pain. Because really, Kyrahth’s response to someone walking into his weyr would’ve probably been to take a snap at them. Well, maybe not K’thay, but he doubted K’thay would ever come into his weyr anyway. The greenrider grinned at the blue dragon before he swiveled his head to catch sight of a half-shaved bluerider, and his grin widened. He preferred K’thay with facial hair, but whatever. It was probably mostly because, in some weird twisted way, he couldn’t stand it on himself – and he would’ve announced it had K’thay not already been mostly done. Because clean shaven was always better than half-shaven.

As K’thay joined him, A’emi draped himself across the entire couch, grinning unashamedly. Kidnapping, he could come back to. “Actually it’s the fourth,” he corrected. “If you count the time I jumped you in the Main Hall. And we finished drills half a candlemark ago.” Leaning forward, he snatched up a few of the candied walnuts, popping one into his mouth absently. He wasn’t really hungry – A’emi had already eaten breakfast, after all. But hey, it was food, and it was right there, and K’thay had just brought it to his attention, anyway. “So, yeah, I’m bored. And you need to get out more, anyway.”

Which was kind of just an excuse, since he didn’t know how much K’thay got out at all. Maybe he’d just been lucky so far in his choice of times, or something, and K’thay really did ‘get out’ a lot – or maybe he was a complete shut-in. Whatever. “So,” A’emi continued, chewing on another walnut, “we’re going to the beach. Day trip, right? And also, you wouldn’t happen to have like, something to prevent sunburn, would you?” Because he burned. Badly. A’emi didn’t tan, either – he turned lobster-red, spent a few miserable days peeling, and then went straight back to being dead pale. Not fun.

“You eaten yet? We can stop at the Main Hall if you haven’t.” And yes – it actually had occurred to A’emi that it would be exponentially more polite if he’d just asked whether or not K’thay even wanted to come. But it was a fleeting thought; he didn’t want to give K’thay a choice for the same reason that he didn’t wait for K’thay to open the door – because he didn’t want to give him a chance to decide against it. People weren’t as amusing if they weren’t there, after all.

[Tashe]

"Oh right, how could I forget that experience." He had almost dumped a whole bowl of tomato soup onto himself, it was one of his favorite dishes after all. "I get out well enough without your prompting, I'm not a sun-denied archivist after all." It was true that he did go out, but it didn't necessarily mean he was entirely social either. Sure, sometimes he managed to spend meal times with those from his wing or catch Rayne to swap stories from their old lives, but in entirety he spent more time alone (or with Casti) than he did with other people. Obviously he didn't mind the silence since he didn't actively seek out other people to befriend and spend time with, but he never really turned away an opportunity to spend some face time with other humans. Which was the real reason that he, more often than not, found himself agreeing to go do things with A'emi. Whether it be sparring or what not, it occupied his mind with things other than boring rituals and chores he had developed over the years.

"I'm fine, I've already eaten. I had early morning watch." Which was why he had shaved and bathed a few moments ago rather than when right when he woke up. "An all day Beach trip? Unfortunately I have watch again in the afternoon at the sixth candle mark, so if I do accompany you I will have to leave before five and thirty." Twenty minutes to eat dinner and ten to prepare his gear for hours of scoping the horizon. Watch was his least favorite activity assigned to him. It was boring compared to drills, all you did was sit and wait to be relieved after all. "As for sunburns, I am not sure. Let me check." He wasn't a healer but for someone not trained in the medical arts he was chalked full of plant and potion information. He had to be, since his main choice in weapons were deadly combat needles. He might as well be confused with a Gypsy his stock of small viles were so great. Pushing himself out of the chair, K'thay padded over to a tall unadorned cabinet. At first glance one might assume it held clothing but those who knew him knew otherwise. He swung open the top set of doors, the ones that didn't require the use of the key that lay against his chest. The ones he kept unlocked were benign. They included salves, oils and mixtures that aided in healing or where otherwise peasant to be around. Anyone was welcome to these as long as they had a need for it, it was also where he kept his supplies for Battlefeild patch up work. The type you used when no healers were around for mending.

"Prevention of burns..." The Bluerider ran his finger over the labels as he read them, if he had something he would find it easily, because if anything he kept things organized. "Hmm... I don't have anything prepared. But I think can make you something right now if you want me to." Though he wasn't surprised to find that he had none, K'thay was quite the opposite when it came to burning. He didn't burn, not well anyways, and he always tanned. The only downside was that the tan disappeared after a week or so and he returned to his 'natural' skin tone. Too bad. He liked the way he looked tan. "Otherwise I'm afraid you'll have to go without." Speaking of 'going', K'thay ran a hand along his arm itching at unspecific spots as the thought. He wasn't quite a 'beach' sort of person. The salt water made his skin itchy when it dried, not to mention the sand seemed to have a mind of its own and always found its way into places he rather preferred it never went. The Bluerider preferred more land locked adventures like climbing, riding or hiking. He was fine with getting dirty and grimy, but sandy and salty he didn't fair well with. Decisions, desicions.

[Avu]

“Pfft.” A’emi waved one hand at K’thay, rolling his eyes playfully, and nearly dropped a walnut. Because of course K’thay’s social life hinged on him. Of course. He sat upright, though, as the bluerider went on, and his head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing. He didn’t like that ‘if’. K’thay clearly needed some convincing…“Five-thirty’s fine,” he responded. “That still gives us, like, six…ish…hours. Yeah?” He flicked a momentary glance at the sky, trying to judge, and succeeded only in blinding himself. Reason one why he hated Rukbat. Blinking, A’emi nodded as the K’thay-shaped blob got up, watching in slight bemusement while his vision reasserted itself.

His gaze slid across the cabinet, curious; A’emi would’ve liked nothing better than to just go through the contents of the entire thing, some day. Except he’d probably end up getting everything all mixed up and put back wrong, and then K’thay’d probably throw a fit or something. In any case, it wasn’t really those that intrigued the greenrider. No, he wanted to see the more potent stuff that he knew K’thay had to keep around somewhere. Because, honestly, there were only so many variations of healing stuff that he could possibly keep and feel the need to lock away.

None? Oh well. “Nah,” A’emi shrugged, waving away the offer and popping another walnut into his mouth with the same motion. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll just use my shirt as like, a hat. Somehow.” The greenrider brought his hand sharply to his mouth, tossing in the rest of the walnuts he’d had cupped in his palm, and levered himself off of the couch, moving towards Castidenloth and the weyrledge. “Come on, then, let’s go. You’re not going to need anything. Sun’s hot enough to dry you off if you wanna swim, unless you’ve got like, something specific you want to swim in. Casti okay with lending Kyr half his ‘ledge?

“Oh wait.” His foot stuttered mid-step, and A’emi bounced slightly as he stopped, glancing at K’thay. “Forget what I just said. Bring something to spar with, yeah? Don’t think I can go six hours without sparring if I’ve got the opportunity and I think four times a sevenday might be a new record. We need to celebrate, right? Let’s stop at the Main Hall and get something to drink. And food to bring along, too, we can leave everything with Kyr once we get there. She’s just gonna sleep anyway.” Planning done, A’emi nodded, satisfied (and loathe to give K’thay a chance to argue). Gliding to the older man’s side, he caught K’thay’s elbow lightly with one hand, tugging him towards the ‘ledge.

“It’ll be fun. Loosen up.”
Kyr, darling, wake up. We’re going to the beach if you have to carry K’thay in your mouth.

[Tashe]

"Whatever." He gave a shrug and closed the cabinet doors. "You mean you don't have a hat to wear?" Geesh, this guy. Make a plan to go to the beach and not prepare yourself for plan B if plan A doesn't work? "Yeah, sure he won't mind." Casti, Kyrahth is coming so would move over a smidgen for her to land? A grumble from the Weyrledge voiced the Blue's opinion of the matter, but he picked himself up and shifted despite. Crossing the room to the generally smaller dresser in which he kept all of his clothing (consisting unfortunately of only a few different shirts and pants having not been able to take much with him when he left Fort), K'thay removed a cap from one of the top drawers. "Celebrate what?" The Bluerider honestly couldn't think of anything that would warrant it. The two of them weren't even friends, or at least he thought they weren't, as with everything it was harder to tell with A'emi. Side stepping when the Greenrider pulled him along by the elbow, K'thay shook his appendage loose while tugging his workman's cap onto his head. "Well if you want me to get things to spar with, I can't exactly just hop on Casti and go this very moment."

Wait when did he even decide he was going? Not that it mattered now, the other man was sure to latch onto that slip of the tongue and run with it because it suited his needs. Often times K'thay felt more than a little used, but it kept him in shape out side of wing drills so he put up with it. Back to the Dresser he went retrieving his practice blades and strapping them onto his waist. "Alright I guess lets..." He paused and spun around on his heel. Originally he hadn't intended to bring them along, but it had been a while since the last time he trained with them. Retrieving a slim silver case from the mantle of his hearth K'thay flicked it open and ran his gaze over the four inch needles inside. As with his potions, the Rider only kept his non-dangerous needles out in the open. The most of the ones he currently held had never been dipped with poisons of any variety. They were for all intensive purposes extremely sterile, he used these ones especially for training. Of the six in the box, only two had their ends painted white. These were the ones that could be used in a real-life training scenario. If he managed to stab or scrape his opponent with these ones, within five minutes that person would faint though he or she only remained asleep for about three or four. Snapping the lid closed he attached them to his belt with a familiar and well practiced motion. Next he removed two small viles and a belt purse. One of a seemingly clear liquid from a small box on the shelving units near the mantel and the other whose contents were dark green. Slipping them into the beltpurse, K'thay strung it next to the silver case while he walked over to his Weyrledge. "I thought you might want to try your hand against my needles. You always eye them when I have them about me on the field."

Stretching as he hooked a pair of boots the Bluerider walked out to Castidenloth before pulling on the footwear, tucking his pants into their tops. He hesitated though over whether he should bother with Flying leathers or not. It was a quick flight to the beach, but his Fort instincts made his nerves jumpy about not being prepared if he was attacked. No matter how good a fighter you were, you couldn't do shards without leathers... Your boot is digging into the end of my tail. Oh sorry Cass.

[Avu]

“You have a hat?” The quip was absent; A’emi was already plotting, trying to guess in his mind just what alcohol the kitchens had available. Wine, of course, but he had no interest in wine at the moment. This was a celebration: He’d just reached a new level of ownership for K’thay, right? The bluerider made such a lovely – pet. Friend, maybe, but mostly pet, source of amusement, someone to ease his boredom. Even when he was being a little grumpy. A’emi’s nose crinkled, and he clicked his tongue at K’thay’s back, retorting playfully, keeping his voice loud enough to be heard even as the bluerider went to find whatever it was he wanted to spar with, “Celebrate our love, Romeo, what else?”

His return, and the explanation about the needles, brightened A’emi’s eyes nonetheless. The greenrider’s head tilted and a smile widened across his face, approving. “Great…” His words trailed off as he followed K’thay out to the weyrledge, tilting his head for the distinctive flash of green that marked Kyrahth’s approach. “Look, I’ll take care of drinks, okay? You get food or whatever you want to eat. Preferred drink? Oh,” he added, before K’thay could answer, “I’d like to warn you, I’m temporarily deaf regarding any drinks without a high alcohol content, and the longer I don’t hear an acceptable answer, the more likely I am to just get rotgut.”

If Selenitas even had anything that qualified as rotgut, but whatever. Details, details.

Hello, Castidenloth. I apologize for A’emi’s invasion. Kyrahth’s words were quiet, inflectionless, as she swept in to land neatly on the ‘ledge left unoccupied for her; the green chose to perch precariously close to the edge, eyes bright and wary as she turned her head to search for Hers. The green wore no straps – she could hardly put them on herself, after all – but it didn’t particularly make any difference, for her. She lowered her head, crooning in soft adoration as A’emi made his way around Castidenloth with a kiss blown to the blue, and leaned against her for a moment.

“Or,” the greenrider went on, pressing a kiss to the tip of Kyrahth’s muzzle, “I’ll take care of all the food and you can meet us at the beach. Kyr can give Casti the image of where I wanted to go. It’s nice there.” A faintly cheeky smile was flashed in K’thay’s general direction, though whether or not the other man would be able to see it was debatable, given the angle of the sun and his position. “And don’t worry about poisoning or anything. I’ll leave playing with herbs to you and the Healers here.” Perhaps that was unnecessary, he mused as he swung onto Kyrahth’s neck lightly – but it was something he would’ve worried about.

“You’re not going to back out on me now, are you?”
Perhaps it would be for the better, Kyrahth commented, and there was an acid edge in her tone. I do not approve of your being jabbed with needles.

[Tashe]

K'thay rolled his eyes. "Good Farnath. I'd rather not have rotgot before five, or ever if I can help it." There were literally no words to describe how it tasted, if you could even taste it through the burning in your throat. "No preference for me, I don't care. Ale if anything." Since he probably wasn't going to be drinking any of it anyway. "I don't mind getting the food." Though what he was going to get was probably going to be nothing fancy, at least for Selenitas standards. He could honestly say that if anything, this Weyr had better food than Fort. K'thay was thankful for the promise of his drink not being poisoned, though not entirely reassured. Didn't matter much anyway, he kept small tablets upon his person that changed the color of the drink if certain erm... special ingredients were added without his knowledge. It was a plan that could be thwarted, but honestly, it was better than nothing.

Greetings Kyrahth. Shifting over just a wee bit more when the Green swooped over to land, Castidenloth broadened his focus to encompass everyone on his weyrledge. He had all but gone and given up on being sociable with Kyrahth, finding it more work than necessary to keep up a conversation that could be considered pleasant. At least in his definitions. Not that he needed to constantly involve himself with other dragons, but when he did he preferred to have respectable conversations. Casti didn't much care for easily changing tone of her Mindvoice. Dipping his head, the Blue lowered his neck so that his Khanmine could get on.

K'thay cracked his back before settling himself into position. "Not now that Casti's woken himself all the way up. He gets grumpy when I roust him from resting in the sun to do something, and then end up not doing it." This is a false statement. The male rumbled to show annoyance. "So then, to the main hall?" The Bluerider shifted when Castidenloth turned to face the canyon, his Wings spreading slightly in preparation for a short flight to couple weyrledges away.

[Avu]

Before five. That could be managed. A’emi shot a smirk in K’thay’s direction, but he didn’t press – at least he’d gotten an answer. Ale. Okay, sure. He was still tempted to get something very, very strong for himself (that way he could proposition the bluerider and play it off as drunk, right?) but that probably wasn’t a good idea if he wanted to between back to the weyr later. Which he wouldn’t care about, but Kyrahth pulled the most intricate of aerial maneuvers, and seemed to like to do it especially when he was drunk. Apparently it was funny when he threw up, given that it didn’t land on her – and being Bonded to him, Kyrahth loved to flip upside down at just the right moment. Sadist.

“Main Hall, right,” he responded, lazily tightening his thighs around Kyrahth’s neck, and had just opened his mouth to say something else when Kyrahth snatched the words out of his mouth by streaking off the ‘ledge at her typical breakneck speed and A’emi had to grab for the neck ridge in front of him to keep from toppling off backwards. Well, at least she was graceful. The green twisted upwards, blinking between abruptly after a brush of warning to Castidenloth. The Main Hall, at least, was familiar enough to her that she didn’t have to consult A’emi about the image – a good thing, because A’emi was currently more than a little distracted by plotting about whether or not stealing really good food from the stores would be worth it.

Yeah, death by planning thievery. That’d be one for the records.

So it was perfectly logical for Kyrahth to hiss quietly at A’emi, Pay attention – as she touched down on the landing pad, tilting her head to offer him a particularly irritated look.

She shouldn’t have bothered; A’emi’s attention had been stolen by a very familiar blue and a look that was almost pure evil slid across his face. He rubbed Kyrahth’s shoulder absently, murmuring, “Tell K’thay to meet me back here, ‘kay? Love you, gorgeous.” Punctuating the words with a kiss against the muzzle that craned around to peer suspiciously at him, A’emi flashed a bright smile at the green before he sped into the Main Hall, scanning it rapidly. Hmm, hmm, let’s see…no, no, not there – ah. The evil smirk twisted his lips upwards, and he prowled around a gaggle of women before he sped up and –

Latched onto M’kai. Tightly. Leeches would be hard-pressed to compete with A’emi. His hands snaked up to catch the bluerider’s wrists, automatically, to prevent automatic stabbing, his body pressed against M’kai’s from behind as he stood on his tiptoes so he could kiss M’kai lightly right below his ear. “Hi,” he murmured cheerfully – and no, he hadn’t forgotten K’thay, really – “I need help. Know where they keep alcohol? And also, you got anything planned for the rest of the day? You and Futh should come with us, you know K’thay? He’s a bluerider.”

Slinking sideways off the pad to clear it for other dragons, Kyrahth exhaled wearily, tilting her head to eye the entrance of the Main Hall petulantly. But she brushed against Castidenloth’s mind again, her tone resigned. Why was Hers so…weird? A’emi has gone ahead of Yours in search of the drink. I believe he’s planning to bring back a pet bluerider as well, though. Yours may wish to prepare. Is he acquainted with Futh’s?

[Ruby]

There was movement among the dragons sprawled out above the Main Hall's landing pad, waiting for their riders to finish eating. A head popped up, followed by a thick neck and wide shoulders. Futh recognized that green! He hopped to his feet, calling out, Kyrahth! Over here! without a thought for his rider or the awkward confrontation that was certainly coming. He hadn't had time to stop by Kyrahth's ledge for quite some time, now, although these days he spent a lot of his down time mooning over the green. What he didn't know was that M'kai was keeping him intentionally busy, constantly coming up with reasons that they couldn't go see the Greenpair - preparing Lessons, for instance. With his tail curled up carefully to show off the purple spots on his back, Futh practically wiggled, trying to get Kyrahth's attention. If you are waiting for yours, there is plenty of space here, next to me!

M'kai had only just escaped from the group of women who had attached themselves to him after he asked what there was to eat today. One of them had been quite pretty from far away, prompting his approach, but she'd turned out to be both much older than he had expected and clearly desperate. Not exactly his type. So it was that he was just reaching for a plate when someone grabbed him from behind, pinning his wrists and leaning in closer. He relaxed and took a deep breath, preparing to sidestep and toss his assailant, but the kiss stopped him in his tracks. Who... of course. A'emi.

Ignoring the Greenrider's words, M'kai ran through exit strategies. Maybe he could pretend to be Cr'oph? That would be sufficiently embarrassing for A'emi, maybe he'd leave both twins alone in the future. Too bad M'kai was wearing his Bluerider's knot; explaining that away would stretch credulity just a little too far. Nothing for it, then, he'd just have to deal with A'emi the old-fashioned way.

With a hissed "Let go," he shifted so he could get a grip on A'emi's wrists instead, twisting sideways and bringing one of his hands over his head so A'emi ended up in front of him, arms crossed at the wrist. He was fairly gentle about it, not wanting to create any more of a scene (of course, he took a stealthy glance around the Hall to see if anyone he knew was around). As soon as he was sure that A'emi was at least an arm's length away, M'kai dropped the Greenrider's wrists like he had been burned. "Alcohol's in the back storeroom, that fat under-steward Kareen watches it, but she's usually asleep by noon. And no, I don't know K'thay, and my plans for the rest of the day involve eating." Wait, what? He'd intended to tell A'emi off for assaulting innocent bystanders in a public space, but for some reason he was paying far more attention to the way A'emi's lips were shaped than what he was saying - of course. Futh! Quit letting your feelings leak like that, I don't want to accidentally cuddle up to A'emi just 'cause Kyrahth won't cuddle up with you.

Futh's Sorry, M'kaiMineLove was totally unapologetic.