A Bit Too Much [Dec Chores/Open/Zodiac]

[mierce]

"...And then, a monstrous two headed serpent rose up from the trembling waters of Dolphin Lake!"

Harmonyth's tail idly thumped against the ground as she watched arms fling up and out, slicing through the air. A flutter of shredded leaves and sort-of-ground-up twigs burst out in the wake of opened palms and scattered around the feet of the dark haired boy who was now stalking up to his audience of tiny humans. He reached behind him, grabbing onto the corners of some sheets that he had tucked under his shirt.

"The surface broke with such a tremendous explosion," he continued, his voice low and ominous. A few of the younger weyrbrats began to shuffle backwards, some giggling while others let out strangled whimpers. "...That people standing on shore had barely enough time to make a run for it before a massive tidal wave started heading their way! RRWAAAHHAHHAAAAA!!!"

Squeals erupted and footsteps thundered around the young Green as the young audience tried to scatter as fast as they could before a dark blue sheet could envelope them. Cer'c managed to catch one of the slower weyrbrats, easily lifting the bundle of shrieks and kicking legs in one arm as he made a sweeping turn towards the others.

"Laknais," he murmured, shiftily eying the kids in the room. "Laknais, the beast of Dolphin Lake was hungry. Hungry for its first meal in a thousand turns. But it wasn't in a rush, oh no." He swerved to the left and took a step towards a terrified girl, then looked to his right. The boy in his arm was still squirming. "It leisurely scanned the shore and licked its maw, biding its time before lurching forward."

Cer'c jumped forward towards the crowd, sending them fleeing so that they were now behind him. He spun around and began stalking towards the weyrbrats, eventually homing in on one and quickening his pace. "There!" He pointed to a boy. "It has chosen!"

Roaring, the green weyrling dropped the brat that was in his arms and started running towards his new target. The boy screamed and ran towards Harmonyth to use her as an obstacle. The Green's head perked up and she quickly curled her tail about her body. Her green eyes took on a slightly yellowed tint as Hers and the young weyrbrat made ever tightening circles around her.

Eventually, the boy made a dash for a pile of pillows and Cer'c gave chase while flailing his arms around and making loud cries. As soon as the little boy ducked behind the pillows, a slightly older (and much larger) boy flew out from the side and tackled Cer'c to the ground. The weyrling landed on the ground with a loud thud. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "I'm in the watermph?!" A pillow hit him in the face, followed by several others.

"Get him!"

"Get Laknais!"

Then quicker than the weyrbrats had initially scattered, they each came out of their hiding space armed with all manners of plush objects and closed in on the totally outnumbered weyrling.

"Wahahaha!! Nuuuurrrr!!! Stoooppp!!! AHAHAHAHA!!"

Harmonyth tilted her head to the side as she watched Hers get completely overwhelmed under a mass of tiny bodies until all she could see was a struggling foot, and all she could hear were his muffled laughs. It would seem that he was extremely, extremely ticklish.

That was a terrible story, she remarked, her eyes now swirling green.

[archenstone]

V'rael walked over, he had heard enough of the story to say, "And as the kids struggled against the giant beast another came up behind them!" He raised his arms dramatically and grinned, showing teeth. "It appears that there were two beasts in Dolphin Lake!" He moved forward, watching as some kids scattered as others valiantly continued to tickle Cer'c. "As the larger beast came closer he let out a terrifying roar! ROOAAR!" He scooped up the last kid on Cer'c and grinned winking at him. The boy giggled and screeched as calloused fingers found ticklish ribs.

Taith settled next to Harmonyth and flicked his tail. Are we having fun yet? He asked the smaller Harmonyth

[ooc: not very imaginative I know but I'm going to work!]

[Lotty]

K'sel was used to this mess. He grew up in it himself, and in a way he would always be knee deep in bratty little tykes, or at least until the day his mother croaked and stopped working in the creche, so to take up a shift of chores in the place didn't seem like the worst of ideas. How hard could it be? Knowing his mother, who seemed to be some kind of Pernese version of a Sorority Girl, there wasn't exactly going to be much work involved in any of this and actually this was true for the first hour or so, as his mother kept sneaking him baked goods that were actually meant for the 'brats snack time. It was amazing that he is thin as he is with the way he kept scarfing them down.

He had just shoved another muffin in his mouth when his mother had made the tragic mistake of calling him "Kasella". KASELLA! That name that caused him so much trouble as a child! Oh how he was teased mercilessly for that one, and now that he Impressed he thought it was behind him. It also helped that most of the people who could claim to know him back in those days of the girlish name were dead, but thats another story. Even though by the age of 16 he wore the name around like a badge of honor - yes, I survived childhood with a girl's name, what are you going to do about it - he still had zero appreciation for when his mother used it. Cue the rage of a nineteen turn old boy, with his mouth full and all, "Argh duncalmedat whuddayathinkin! RAWR!"

If what V'rael and Cer'c were managing in the next room was to be considered slightly scary. Then what K'sel was about to do was just frightening. He rounded the corner he was hiding behind, still growling with his mouth full of sweets mind you, with the classic scornful hate on his face that was enough to scare children and adults alike. His hair was wily, eyes strained and dark as a midnight thunderstorm, and fists clenched as even his thin soled moccasins managed to make loud thuds against the ground. He whipped his attention over to the two weyrlings and the scattering group of children and served just about everyone in the room with a look that said silence or I will destroy you in your sleep. The Chore Master had no need for words!

[mierce]

Although Harmonyth was initially somewhat amused by Hers getting overwhelmed by a gaggle of weyrbrats, she quickly became worried as (to her) Cer'c's squeals started sounding desperate. She could also sense a growing desire within Hers for the kids to stop doing what they were doing. She wanted to fight them off for Hers, to knock the little things off the boy, but... that wasn't appropriate, was it? Afterall, as much as Hers wanted to get out of his predicament she could not sense fear in his emotions.

Uncertain of the situation, the little Green could only tense up and watch. Eventually it got to the point where she was about to get up and start to nudge her way between the tykes and Hers. Luckily, V'rael showed up then to save Cer'c, allowing Harmonyth to calm down just a bit... until Taith decided to make himself cozy next to her. She was tempted to just get up and walk away--who does this male think he is, butting his muzzle into her personal space?--but, His did save Hers...

Well enough, she answered coolly while wrapping her tail around her folded legs. There would be no tailplay flirtations here.

Cer'c, on the other hand, did not miss a beat and climbed to his knees as soon as V'rael took the last weyrbrat off of him. His cheeks were flushed and hair matted down with sweat but he was ready to keep going--he had already brought up his hands in a claw-like fashion. "Laknais bid his brethren a heartfelt thanks," he nodded towards V'rael before swinging around to look at some of the scattered weyrbrats. "With promises to share additional captures. Looking about he--"

Cer'clove... Harmonyth's distressed mindvoice cut through Cer'c thoughts. He stopped in midstep and glanced toward her and Taith. Oh, she was making a new friend! He started to smile at her when she sent him a mental image of a rather pissed looking K'sel at the door.

Eh? Cer'c peered around V'rael's larger form at the Chore Master. Indeed, K'sel did not look happy, but what might have been an intimidating stance was rather promptly marred by the smattering muffin crumbs across his jaw. Bringing his claws hands up, Cer'c made a playful clawing gesture at K'sel. "RAWRRR! Who goes there?!"

[archenstone]

V'rael paused as a mental image of K'sel came from Taith and he set the kid down. Naturally Taith's image made the angry looking K'sel's stuffed muffin crumb mouth look positively bulging and V'rael had to concentrate on not laughing. He turned around, stepping slightly to the side so that Cer'c would not be protected by his bulk. He did allow himself a grin as Cer'c 'Rawwred' at K'sel. After all he was having fun. Playing with the kids wasn't so bad.

"Looks tasty K'sel." He drawled.

Taith flicked his tail the other way he watched His and Harmonyth's play. He glanced at Harmonyth...she seemed...distant. Ah well, maybe she just needed some fun? On seconds thought....the young green would probably flip out. See? He could think things through first! Still, he felt she needed something to make her happier. As he considered his options he sent V'rael a picture of K'sel. That man was no better than a weyr bratt! Eating what smelled like sweets with his cheeks puffy. Deciding the scene was perfect he broad casted the image of K'sel to everyone but the man and simply....over exaggerated the cheeks. That was funny right?

Mean while Passion had snuck up between the two dragons and walked in front of Harmonyth fluttering his frill playfully. Hello pretty! Look lovely today yes? Passion wishes snuggle. Comfy pretty green yes?

Taith could only wonder who the salamander looked to. It wasn't his's.

[Lotty]

He...roared...back? An eyebrow lifted and he looked at the greenweyrling quizzically as he tried to decide exactly what to make of this situation. He could very well commend the boy on a stunning comeback, but this was K'sel and he had a reputation to hold up and all. He was broody and miserable and misanthropic...to laugh around anyone but those in his elite secret circle would be a breech of contract. He let loose around those he loved, but he kept his guard up around strangers, even if he knew these strangers posed him very little threat...even if he had a dragon now to nag at him for poor manners and bad impressions.

He would have pursed his lips together in disapproval of V'rael had it not been for the mouthful of food which brought with it a whole 'nother wave of decisions. Spit or swallow? Well maybe it just depended on how spunky or spiteful he felt that day. Gauging level of zeal in three...two...one...he swallowed the majority of it, his Adam's apple visibly bobbed up and down before he spat out a stray berry and the dry crumbs that were with it and hung around his lips. A hand came up to comb through his chin and pull off whatever was left clinging to his stubble before he explained himself...but then again he really didn't think he needed to do any explaining.

He turned to Cer'c first, since he was much more humored by the boy's charms than the other brown weyrling, let's just say he didn't play too well with other brownriders...or well any male in his age range. Besides he had a feeling he knew what V'rael's dragon was up to courtesy of a very sneaky Mojo who was hiding atop a shelf. The bronze firelizard sort of considered himself the master of image manipulation, of course he wouldn't let this go by unnoticed. Mark two against them. Anyway, "K'sel. K'sel goes here," then he pointed to the door and said in his typically smart ass fashion, "now K'sel is going to go there," still that left him needing to reply to the other. Geeze, socializing was such a burden, "No..." he gestured to the mess he made on the ground, "I'm allergic." Which was a lie, but that didn't matter anyway.

He would have parted right then and there if he didn't feel a slight bit of guilt about his mother....he told her he would help, and he couldn't just leave her with his mess. He sensed her standing in the frame of the door separating the little tykes from the younger babes and rolled his eyes over to see that his suspicions were right. Sharding women...

[mierce]

Cer’c growled at K’sel and lurched forward. “K’sel is it?” he asked, his voice purposefully deep. “Are you friend or foe? A challenger?!” He eyed the sprinkling of crumbs that clung to the front of the older weyrling’s shirt--then paused as Taith suddenly broadcasted a caricature of K’sel’s over-stuffed cheeks. He cracked a small smile at first, momentarily slipping out of his mind set for keeping up the Laknais act.

Harmonyth, on the other hand, only have the Brown a somewhat distracted look before turning her head away. Internally, she found the image somewhat amusing, but it was hardly enough for her to bother responding to the other hatchling. Her disinterested fascade didn’t last for very long then when bright blue salamandyr suddenly popped up out of seemingly nowhere.

She eyed the little creature, not sure how to react. He certainly didn’t give off the imposing aura Taith did (not in small part due to his much smaller size). Did it just call her pretty? Was that some attempt at flattering her in an attempt to guilt trip her? She narrowed her eyes in scrutiny at Passion, wondering if reacting favorably to him would encourage the Brown to attempt to socialize. Hello, she replied simply to the blue (and only the blue). Cautiously, she prodded the salamandyr with her oval-shaped tail, then loosely “lasso’ed” it through the loop. She was a little curious as to what he would do.

Cer’c eventually composed himself again as K’sel seemed to imply that he was about to leave. Maybe. Well, that just meant more food for Laknais! “So you are not competition?” the boy inquired with a playful sneer. He snapped his head towards the weyrbrats who squeaked, and launched himself at them again, sending them squealing and running towards K’sel.

[Lotty]

What? We're still playing this game? Well he better not think that he can out growl me, I'm the master of the growl. My real father was probably a wild canine, I just happen to walk on two legs...growling...hmmf...and what is this competition business? When irritated the young man had a tendency to sort of go off. Had to release all of that pent up anger somehow, and that usual meant a rant from time to time. He was not a man of few words...well at least in his head. There was always something, a quip, a speech, a scream, a howl... It was just very fortunate that he had learned quickly how to keep his unsavory and sometimes nonsensical ramblings to the confines of his own mind. The creme of the crop - the snarkiest and sharpest - is what he filtered to his tongue.

Pettahth too had grown used to him having mental tantrums and had learned to fight the boys flare ups quite effectively. Cool off. You have company...and you can't just beat these down... Huh? His eyes snapped down to where he saw an army of heads bobbing up and down, his gaze shifted further to their terrifying little sneers, and then once again to their curled up hands; some readied into fists and others into false claws. Oh by the First Sharding Egg...

This was the competition? Well this was completely unfair. Little hands and feet that..."Sharding Fat Faranth! Stop kicking me!" Those were his shins and one of the taller brats kicked him in back of the knee which in turned changed his legs into goo. A kid with spring loaded joints leapt onto his back and grabbed at his black hair which served as the final straw. He was at the bottom of a weyrbrat pile and cursing the whole time, "For the love of the little deformed green dragons! I wish you all to between!" A voice shrieked out from the other room, "WATCH YOUR MOUTH KASELLA!" Which of course the weyrbrats promptly echoed, "Watch your mouth Kasella~"