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Post by dragon on Sept 7, 2011 20:34:43 GMT -5
Friend. He was M'kai's friend? Well ... that explained a few of those comments that had seemed rather obscure at the time. As well as his knowing who Futh looked too. And ... well ... a lot of other stuff. If she opted to believe the whole friend line. But ... why shouldn't she? That bit about him reaching for his knife still had her a bit twitchy, but he had asked after a chess set. That ... sounded like something friends might do. Play a game. Right?
M'kai had never mentioned A'emi though. Or if he had, she'd forgotten it ... maybe because the name hadn't meant anything to her. Had he? She still didn't recall ... couldn't have been too much of a friend, then. But then ... he didn't talk much about his brother either. Hrm. Isori was a bit confused on how she should react. But ... Elysia had brought this person in ... surely he was okay. If a body trusted Elysia.
"I don't know, I never asked Futh to keep a secret. Secrets take too much energy to keep up with ... they're almost as bad as lies." Isori answered with a shrug. But before she could think terribly much more on this topic of possibly asking M'kai about A'emi - which might only be a tactic to disarm her suspicions for all she knew - he blurted out that bit about her being scared of him.
Isori blinked, and shook her head. "I'm not scared of you, though all things considered I probably should be. But no ... not scared. Wary, yes. But really though - given our circumstances, I should be wary of anyone who didn't originally come here with us. Now shouldn't I? Since, you know, the local Weyr wants us all dead and all that fun stuff. Traitorism, or something like that. I'm not sure. That or we're heretics." She shrugged slightly.
"So I guess I could say I am suspicious of your keen interest in finding a certain individual so fervently, yes." She concluded. "I would really hate to think that you or anyone means them any harm ... or anyone, for that matter. So I do hope that you have honest intentions and are not looking to hurt anyone. I assure you it probably would not end very well for you if you did have dishonest intentions... they don't take lightly or kindly to such things about these parts, you know." Isori told him honestly with a nod.
"But no, I couldn't tell you where to find him. We won't be having any more hatchings, see, so he's sortof out of work since the last one happened." She shrugged. "You'd probably have to ask Futh where he is. Around here, everyone does everything to get by. We can't afford to compartmentalize our workforce after all."
She paused for a moment, before continuing with a nod toward his knife. "If I were you, I also wouldn't make any overt , if possibly unconscious moves toward your blade. People are twitchy, and you're new here. Makes you look hostile and all that unfun stuff." She advised. "But if you do find a chess set, you let me know okay?" Isori added with a wink, trying to lift the heavy atmosphere she'd apparently put in place. "I think I might like to learn how to play."
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Post by Avu on Sept 9, 2011 11:54:45 GMT -5
Was that supposed to be advice?
A’emi tilted his head curiously at Isori, mouth quirking sideways in a fascinated slanted smirk. Didn’t matter that he didn’t think either secrets or lies were bad; they were essentially a means of survival, a mode of survival even. But whatever, sure, he’d take that. Either way, apparently Isori hadn’t latched onto that the same way she had everything else, which counted in his favor given her other (entirely reasonable, he thought) suspicions.
He let her talk, hummed thoughtfully when she finished, and shrugged; if she wanted to pretend she hadn’t been excruciatingly and rightfully paranoid a minute ago, that was entirely fine with A’emi; her opinion didn’t matter to him very much one way or the other anyway. But really—would potential assassins or whatever she’d taken him for be that interested in the Candidatemaster? A Candidatemaster without Candidates, even? Unless it was some strange plan to pick people off one at a time in some obscure order just to psyche people out, but even so.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he answered lightly. He actually hadn’t recognized his own movement, and it would be even harder to catch it, but he figured the people whose opinions actually meant anything knew him well enough to just deal—he knew most of Legatus, after all. K’sel. M’kai. Other than them there were—what, a handful of gangly Weyrlings, and then some? They’d learn; A’emi wasn’t going to waste his time fretting about them. “And I’ll definitely tell you, yeah. Or get Kyrahth to get your dragon—what was her name again, Aikel—something-th?”
A little rude not to remember maybe, but she’d only really said it the once and it hadn’t struck him as exceptionally important then. Or now, really; A’emi didn’t have much interest in playing chess with just anybody. Or even finding Isori, when and if he did get ahold of a chess board—she was mostly a means to an end, and on that note, “We still are going outside at some point, yes?”
It would be like you to entertain her for so long and not actually get anywhere, Kyrahth noted with something like subdued irritation. Am I supposed to be talking to this Futh about coordinates?
No. Don’t speak to him at all until I say.
Why would I, unless you said?
Which, okay. Fair enough.
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Post by dragon on Sept 9, 2011 21:59:02 GMT -5
He had a few screws loose. Had to. He certainly acted a bit spacey ... all that bit of humming along didn't help the appearance any. Isori just looked at him for a moment before asking; "Are you any good at the game?" Somehow, she wouldn't be at all surprised if he was either really good at it ... or flopped miserably. Because he was either dense as a box of rocks, or so utterly brilliant that it never showed.
Both were scary concepts.
"Aikelyth." Isori supplied helpfully, not at all surprised that he hadn't remembered. It was a tongue twister of a name, though it seemed to roll off her mental tongue a lot easier than the physical one. Mentally, it was almost melodic, to her mind. Meantime, she was pondering the name of Kyrahth, and wondering if she should know that name. Somehow, it sounded just barely vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place a finger upon it at all. Maybe in time she would figure out where she'd heard it ... or if she even had, instead of it merely being similar to something else entirely.
"At some point, yes." Isori agreed vaguely, a small smile playing upon her features. Mostly because it was a tiny bit of leverage suitable for yanking him around with. Not that she was terribly interested in spending copious quantities of time with the fellow, but she had to get him back somehow. "Why, are you impatient?" Isori asked with a slightly lifted eyebrow.
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Post by Avu on Sept 11, 2011 0:06:02 GMT -5
“Right,” A’emi said blankly, glancing sideways at Isori curiously, “I’m going to forgo modesty here and say yeah, I’m a decent player. I mean, I’ve been playing for like…seven years?” He didn’t exactly keep track, but he knew the rough date of when his ex-weyrmate had taught him to play and he hadn’t exactly gotten worse from there, if only by dint of that being entirely impossible since he’d started by asking which way a pawn could move. In all seriousness, though, A’emi figured himself a good player; he was better at tactics than he tended to let on in general, and M’kai wasn’t a bad player either and they had a fairly even win-loss record between them.
“Aikelyth, right,” he echoed, and pressed the name at Kyrahth for her to remember. Isori didn’t strike him as someone likely to be extremely important to him anytime in the near future—or near enough that he couldn’t justify not knowing her name—but just in case. He raised an eyebrow at her response, pursing his mouth in mild frustration. “Patience,” he said slowly, “I’ve heard defined a number of ways, the most accurate of which is as a noun, being a mild form of despair disguised as a virtue. So, given that I don’t actually believe in the existence of patience in itself, yeah, I’d like to get somewhere fairly soon?”
He flapped the arm with Isori’s towels at her pointedly, adding on a decidedly more playful note, “I’ll be sabotaging your towels if you’re thinking of reneging on me, just so you know.”
It occurred to him that he probably looked like an awkward avian, but it also occurred to him at almost the same moment that he actually didn’t care whether or not Isori thought he was ridiculous. People thinking you were clumsy was only ever an advantage (provided you weren’t actually awkward—in which case it was just fact and therefore neither an advantage nor a disadvantage until they decided to trip you fatally). Whatever: back to the important things. A’emi consciously refrained from touching the hilt of his knife again automatically, instead slipping his hands into his pockets and tilting his head at Isori. “How’s the outlook for wild felines or tunnelsnakes?”
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Post by dragon on Sept 13, 2011 16:13:33 GMT -5
"Seven turns." Isori repeated, more to herself than to him. "Okay, I'll take that." She agreed amiably with a nod. At any rate she was going to be sure to remember his name to ask M'kai about later on. Just to be sure if he was lying or not. One could never be too careful these days after all.
She tilted her head at his interpretation of what patience meant. A small smile quirked her lips as he rattled on about it, basically implying that he was getting frustrated and impatient. Despair, oh so lovely. All without actually saying so, of course. How clever. Isori just looked at him with a wicked twinkle for a moment, before offering a small nod. "Well, I wouldn't want any sabotaged towels, now would I?" Nevermind she didn't have any idea how towels could be sabotaged short of possibly cutting them up ... and poking towels with a knife was just such an impotent method of frustration-letting, in her opinion.
"This way." She answered cheerfully, pointing down the turn at a cross-tunnel that was to his side. "And then you'll be out. Or, you could keep carrying those towels for me and follow me instead? Because ... I'm not exactly going outside. This is as close as I'll be getting before I get where I am going." She pointed out helpfully.
She paused in her walking in the juncture, arching her eyebrows at the question that he posed. "Wild felines and tunnel snakes. My, but you didn't strike me as the type to be afeared of those." She teased playfully. "Wild felines are rather prevalent. Not locally quite so much, the dragons have eaten most of them or run them off. But they're definitely here. It's a jungle out there, you know!" Again, she poked fun at him, all at the same time of being perfectly honest and truthful. "As for tunnel snakes ... I haven't personally heard of any. We have worse things than tunnelsnakes running the tunnels after all. I bet they ate all the 'snakes up, before they started people-snatching." Isori said, rather seriously for a change.
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Post by Avu on Sept 13, 2011 22:17:26 GMT -5
A’emi blinked silently at Isori, shrugged; he could be extravagant but he avoided showing off most of the time, especially if it was something he actually cared about, chess falling neatly into that category. It was always better to have the element of surprise—not that it mattered in chess because he doubted he would ever actually play Isori, but nevertheless. Instead of responding—it didn’t seem to merit much of an answer anyway—he reached out to Darkling, pressing a neat mental command into the firelizard’s head. The immediate response was a soft flute, and she licked Isori’s jaw lightly before she flared her wings and looped into the air to resettle around A’emi’s shoulders.
He may or may not have promised her food upon their return for her obedience.
“Sabotaged towels would be my last resort,” A’emi said, mock solemnly, but he nodded at her instructions anyway, stopping; he had no intent of escorting Isori further. “I didn’t say I was afraid of felines or tunnelsnakes,” he said reasonably, since he wasn’t—just figured they would make good hunting, but nodded anyway, one eyebrow rising at her enigmatic dangling of some mysterious creature that was a people-snatcher and purported tunnelsnake-eater, He opted to forgo a reply to that directly, if only because he doubted he would get a straight answer. Instead, he shrugged and said, “While I would love to wander around with the towels for a while longer, I also do want to get outside. So.”
He offered the stack of towels to her—perhaps rude but she had been managing fine before he’d come along to rescue her, and as a matter of fact, he did want to get outside badly. He hadn’t left Kyrahth and his weyr for her company, after all. “Yell if you see any people-snatchers, yeah?”
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Post by dragon on Sept 14, 2011 17:33:34 GMT -5
Isori watched A'emi's gesture and then patted Darkling one last time before the 'lizard moved back to her master. Lovely little thing ... maybe she ought to look into getting one herself sometime. Hopefully it would be half so nice as her.
"Ahhhhh, I see now." Isori agreed with a nod. Reaching out, she accepted the stack of towels from him with her free arm without a single bat of an eye, hugging them against her side to keep them in place. "And of course the back tracking of trying to save face." She teased as he denied being afraid of creepies and crawlies. She offered him a mischievous wink. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He sure left a lot of openings for getting jabbed at ... he was fun, if a bit strange. "Have fun out there in the big wild jungle! I certainly will yell if I see them, no worries there." Isori assured him with a nod and half-bow as she started to turn back down the hallway. "See you later!"
Time to get rid of these towels - she did have other things to do after all besides tote them around all day! Too bad on the lack of a chance to take them all swimming though. Swimming was fun.
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