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Post by rii on Jul 27, 2010 20:30:24 GMT -5
Her little glare was cute, and Kostya smiled in response to the look – one that quickly turned into feigned incredulity as she punched his leg. He lightly shoved at her shoulder in return with affect the aghast expression. Jazheera certainly wasn't by any means a little lady – such a brute blue, pushing around a green. Alright, at this point he couldn't help but laughing at his own thoughts. Really.
"Konstador," His brows peaked in the middle of his fore head as he shifted forward; wholly unconcerned about the knife her Jazheera's hand. In fact, he lightly curled his fingers around hers and brought the blade down to the dirt after erasing the last few letters. He etched the letter 'n' after the 'a'.
"No wonder I'd chose to go by the name Kostya if the full version was Konstador. Sounds a lot like pompadour, " Kostya wiped his fingers on his pant leg, drawing back both his hands – the cleaner one going to the side of Konstask face to keep the green calm. She did not like it, one bit, having Kostya's attention on another female. "Care to make a wager with your last guess? Or shall I?"
She may, or may not, have the means of convincing another hint out of him in the meantime. Kostya let the offer hang in the air, a knowing smile waiting for her response.
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Post by Ember on Jul 28, 2010 18:57:58 GMT -5
Jazheera grinned at Kostya's expression. The grin widened into an amused and comfortable smile as he shoved her back. She was quite used to mock-fighting. In fact, she found it fun when harmless little tussles broke out between her and her friends. She didn't quite the energy for a full on wrestling match but the fact that Kostya would shove back made her glad. Tod scrambled up her hair and onto the top of her head. She wiggled her spongy frill-bones at the world and let out an odd gurgle reminiscent of a baby's laugh. Happy Hers made her happy too.
The woman snickered at Kostya's reaction. It sounded even funnier coming from his mouth, if only because she could imagine him introducing himself with the name. She let him move her hand to form a new letter after erasing 'dor' and she smiled. Konstan-something already sounded considerably better than Konstador. Having a hint was nice too. As he voiced thoughts that were the same as her own thoughts she laughed. "It really does." Konstador of the pompadour. Oh geez.
At the reminder that she could make a wager she tilted her head curiously. This caused her hair to slide off her back and she idly grabbed the ends with her free hand to keep them from touching the ground. Crouched as she was her long hair could reach the ground. "I'll let you make the wager," she told Kostya with a grin. It was a bit too early for her to be all that creative. She was curious what Kostya had in mind as well.
While she let him think up a wager she was thinking of a way to get another hint. there were still tons of possibilities after Konstan. Consonant or vowel? How many more letters? Hmm. Perhaps he might make a trade in return for a letter. Or she could just try and be charming.
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Post by rii on Jul 29, 2010 12:17:25 GMT -5
Mirage took interest in Tod's actions, mirroring the two-legged salamandyr by darting up onto Kostya's head. Childishly frilling – the only one of the clutch to sport one – at her green sister. Fair, really, Mirage reasoned to the questioning directed her way via the bond. The green was making noise, an act the white could not do, so she would do the equivalent of happily displaying her response with things her sister could not do. The white spread her near translucent wings, flicking them out in a lazily fashion as she pretended to howl at the moon.
Kostya paid little mind to his salamandyr, aside from noting it probably wasn't a good sign that both of his mind mates were quick to pick up on his habits of twisting around words and meanings to best suit their needs. Mirage more so than Konstask, oddly enough. The thoughts fled his mind as he watched the long strands of dark hair spill over Jazheera's shoulder. He had always been a fan of the darker fare..
The corners of his lips stretched wider, briefly, in a grin before resorting back to the modest smile. She really shouldn't let him shape out the rewards to something as simple as guessing his full name. There was the obvious of her showing him that she didn't have a tail – but he'd grace over that one and still leave it up to her by the end of the night. What else could he put out there for a trade for another letter..
"I could give you another letter if say.. you'll let me braid your hair." An odd request, perhaps, but if there was one thing Kostya was fond of, it was physical contact. He'd fine any excuse to brush with a stranger.
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Post by Ember on Aug 1, 2010 0:59:05 GMT -5
Tod caught sight of Mirage and paused for a moment, curious and nervous all at once. The little green's mouth dropped open in an almost grin and she blinked large eyes at the white salamandyr. She gazed less at Mirage's howling pose but at her wings. She turned around in a circle on Jazheera's head before managing to sit down and stare at her wingless back out of the corner of her eye. No. Noooooo, she commented to the white. It was often hard to figure out what the green was trying to say but given the fact that she was still looking at where her wings would be it was likely she meant she had none. Or perhaps she was just saying something for the sake of it.
Jazz pushed ignored the little creature on her head surprisingly easily. Considering Tod spent most of her time in physical contact with the blueweyrling she no longer felt odd having her crawl around on her clothes or curl up for a nap in her breast band. She caught Kostya's brief change in expression and was about to ask if he found her that amusing when he spoke again. At first she was excited for the possibility of another letter and she wondered what Kostya wanted in return...and then she was just confused.
Braid her hair, what? That was...interesting. And also compeltely harmless. In fact, had he asked nicely it was highly likely she would have said yes, letter or no letter. She didn't mind people playing with her hair (she was kind of desensitized to it really) and if Kostya did a decent job of it she could keep it braided for a day. Braids were handy for keeping the hair out of her face without the annoying pull that a runner tail had. Jazz had never mastered the trick of braiding her own hair so she was dependant on others to do it for her. "Alright," she said. "Sounds like I get the better end of the deal."
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Post by rii on Aug 3, 2010 18:25:39 GMT -5
Mirage responded to Tod's no's by hoping into the air, gliding easily through the air with wides large enough to support her feather-light body. She landed next to her green sister, long tail tip coming up to tickling the underside of the green's chin in play. Soft clacking sounds came from the white, who was clicking her tongue off the roof of her mouth as if these sounds were meant to be something. Cooing perhaps, but only the white could really say one way or another – and she much preferred to leave her audiences guessing.
Kostya smiled at Jazheera's acceptance – not bothering to mention that the offer was meant to sound more appealing to her. If it showed his selfish interest too much, likely she'd refuse. A 't' was added to her dirt writing. Two left; though Kostya mulled over the prospects of eluding her to believing there were more to guess at. He might have sought to bargain for the last two letters, but alas.. certainly playing with her hair and perhaps a glimpse of a bit of skin would suit him for the night.
"Mm, unless you have something to bargain more letters," Notice the plural use of the words. "Or perhaps strike up a deal if you think you'll guess right... I believe it's time for you to make your last guess." His words trailed off as his gaze dropped, a pensive frown briefly curving on his lips at the sight of Konstask's tail sweeping over the partial name to erase it completely. Little brat. "From memory it seems.."
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Post by Ember on Aug 6, 2010 16:54:56 GMT -5
Tod peered up to watch Mirage glide with her large eyes. Pwetty, the green salamandyr observed. There was a brief moment of fear when her white sibling landed on her Mama’s head but it quickly left when Mirage tickled her chin. The green bounced before pouncing playfully at her sister, making happy noises people usually associated with babies. As far as Jazz was concerned, Tod was a baby and not just because she hadn’t hatched all that long ago. Dhavalth had been a baby too but he’d outgrown that stage. Salamandyrs matured faster but Tod simply…didn’t. Not even a little bit.
Jazheera looked down curiously at the new letter. Konstant-something huh? She was certain the next letter had to be a vowel, potentially the last letter, given the difficulty another consonant would provide. Her thoughts churned and a thoughtful frown appeared on her face. The length of what she had already indicated the name was likely another letter or two long. It also showed her why he might prefer a nickname. It was something of a mouthful as it was. When he spoke she smiled almost gratefully. Another clue right there. Her guess was on two more letters.
“I could teach you how to juggle,” she offered jokingly. She could teach him if he asked later but she wouldn’t trade the skill for a clue. “How about this for a deal? If I get it right you’ll tell me something about yourself I don’t know, and if I guess wrong I’ll tell you something about myself?” She waited to see if he accepted or not before moving on to her guess. She didn’t exactly have trouble remembering what she knew so far. The green erasing her writing just made it harder to visualize the name in her mind. “Let’s see…is it Konstantis?”
((Coin toss decided it. XD))
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Post by rii on Aug 9, 2010 17:37:32 GMT -5
Mirage's ichor hued frill widened upon being pounced at by her sister. Leaping aside proved a touch problematic on a skull that was most definitely not flat on top.The whippy white twisted around to try and right herself from slipping down and only managed to tangle herself in Jazheera's hair. Eee, images were tossed out of a little beautiful Mirage being seized by the tangling vines of a bog. Her legs air walked where they hung, trying to find purchase against the smooth strands.
Kostya tilted his head, for all the world looking thoughtful to Jazheera's offer. He felt no need to bring light to the fact he did indeed know how to juggle. One didn't pick up various skills when traveling event to event with a friend that performed magic tricks for a living. Although, where she had picked up the pastime raised a curious point.
"A story about yourself, not just a little piece of information – and I wouldn't mind the lessons as well. I suppose there is something I could teach you in return if you are the victor." Kostya nodded to the offer, smiling as the wheels turned in Jazheera's mind and her final guess was spoken. For a moment Kostya let his blanking expression let it suggest she had managed to deduce the remaining letters of his full name. A sympathetic frown graced his features as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur. "I pity you.. I'm a pain in the ass to teach."
He drew back to his own spot, raising up to his feet. A hand extended to Jazheera. "So how 'bout that story?"
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Post by Ember on Aug 15, 2010 22:21:36 GMT -5
Tod cried loudly but thankfully only once as her playful pounce ended up tangling her sister in her Mama's hair. Oh noooo! She whimpered pathetically as she crawled along to top of her Mama's head, clutching at the hair as she made her way to Mirage. Nooooo. No. No no! Being mentally linked to the green helped Jazheera decipher the message considerably easier than others might. What exactly could a string of 'no's mean to others anyways?
Jazz momentarily ignored the ruckus going on in her hair - bog vines what? - in favour of indicating she agreed with Kostya's return offer. She settled for a simple smile and nod and held her breath, quite literally, to see if she was right. Her expression began to brighten for a moment as it seemed she got it right. At his frown and words she frowned in return. "Drat!" She exclaimed, tilting her head to hopefully help untangle Mirage from her hair. She realized a moment later that her exclamation might have been taken the wrong way and she hastened to fix the perceived mistake.
"Not that I think teaching you will really be a pain. I'm just disappointed I didn't guess right. I though I was close too," she said with a sigh, the palm of one hand coming up underneath Mirage carefully. She blinked at the offered hand but accepted the help in getting up all the same. "Alright," she replied, getting to her feet. "And you can braid my hair...and get your 'mandyr untangled while you're at it." The words may have sounded annoyed but the tone definitely wasn't. If anything the little white amused her. She could think of several stories to tell Kostya that might interest him. She hadn't lived a boring life. "Hmm, let's see...I know!" She grinned as she decided on a story.
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Post by rii on Aug 19, 2010 14:41:35 GMT -5
More frantic images were shared, earning a faint twitch from his mindmate, as the white continued to squirm. Kostya did his best to ignore the various nonsensical scenes appearing in his mind's eye. Didn't know why Mirage was putting for the theatrics when she could easily slip through the coldness of between to get free. Konstask roused to her feet, moving forward with intentions to – Kostya caught an arm around her neck before the green could get close enough to Jazz to yank the salamandyr free (with a not to pleasant thought of ripping out some of the female's pretty hair in the process).
"A letter off," Kostya admitted. Amused, in truth, that Jazz felt the need to make sure she hadn't gone and hurt his feelings or something equally silly. He had said teaching him would be a pain, didn't he. She didn't need to assure him otherwise. "Now the question arises about whether you wan to be indoors, or outdoors. Pick one, and tell me this story as we walk."
Konstask wedged between the two humans, her long tail coiling possessively around her handler as she regarded the female human. Wanting to be the center of attention, perhaps, or simply desiring to separate the two. Either way, Konstask didn't budge even as Kostya nudged her with a knee. His brow rose at her stubbornness, gaze returning to Jazz with a mildly apologetic smile. "Perhaps somewhere where it's nicely lighted."
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Post by Ember on Aug 23, 2010 19:18:25 GMT -5
Huff. Not gonna get his own pest out of her hair? Well fine, she'd untangle the thing on her own. If she got scratched out bitten she'd...probably do nothing about it. Scratches and small bites didn't concern her much. Was she really all that angry? No. She didn't particularily like her words being ignored - and likely would have said as much had she not gotten distracted - but it wasn't a huge deal to her either. She wasn't helpless; she could get the white out of her hair without Kostya.
While Jazz reached into her hair with both hands to try and help the white out (with some comforting cooing sounds from Tod) she listened to Kostya talk. Only a letter off? Really? She wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or happy she'd gotten so close. The warring of the two emotions was likely visible on her face. She was a fairly easy person to read. She was about to pick indoors anyways when Konstask stuck herself between her and Kostya. She shrugged as if it didn't matter but light meant inside which meant warmth. The cold didn't bother her as much as it did some but she didn't like staying out in it too long either.
"Inside and lighted is fine," she told him before heading towards the nearest light source - the main hall. "Anyways, my story is about my first performance in my troupe. The group's leader had fiiinally decided I was ready to wow the crowd. I was a trick rider, y'see. Standing, handstands, you get the picture. Anyways, in the end I probably wasn't really ready for my first performance. I think in the end Hasnir just caved to my demands," she began ruefully.
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Post by rii on Aug 24, 2010 19:58:33 GMT -5
Impatient sort, wasn't she. The perturbed looked was hard not to notice, then her immediate actions to try and untangle Mirage. He had been waiting until they sat down somewhere proper – without his wher tempted to rip out Jazz's hair – so he could work the nuisance free. That and ignoring Mirage served as a lesson that the little dramatics she was performing was not going to earn his attention. At Jazheera's expense, but..
Konstask whined as her handler stepped out of her possessive coiling. Her teeth found the side of his pant leg, pulling the entire limb back when he made to go forward. Mentally Kostya noted to never bring a girl out to see his wher, unless of course the said girl had a critter of her own that could distract his wher from being so focused on keeping him claimed.
Really no need to feel so threatened. She wasn't. Just didn't like her. Sure, sure. Then why wouldn't she let him go? Because, there were better things to do. Was she afraid of losing him? Not in the least. There were none better than herself. Then let him go, and when he returned, she could remind him how unconcerned she was about him mingling with other females.
The green wher flicked her tail thoughtful at this idea, finally letting the fabric of his pants go and circling back over to her soft mound of grass. Fine, he could go. Just to show him that she didn't feel threatened in the slightest. Kostya checked the spot in his pants for holes before sweeping back up into motion. The actual conversation between handler in wher lasting little more than a second or two during Jazheera's story.
An half-grin shot her way at the opening of her story. "An ominous start." though it explained where she picked up her skill in juggling. Being part of a troupe sounded interesting, to say the least. "I almost dread to hear what went wrong considering it involves a runner.."
He opened the door into the main hall, glancing at the white menace that was internally seething that he was listening to the girl's story instead of hers about bog beasts! Well then, with one last image of her being consumed by the entangling vines, Mirage winked between. Where she reappeared Kostya couldn't stay, probably somewhere to throw her fit in private. After all, a lady never let her temper show in public.
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Post by Ember on Aug 29, 2010 0:37:34 GMT -5
Jazheera chuckled and started to say, "Well, I gr-" She paused before flashing him a teasing smile. "Whoops, that's not part of my story." Hey, he hadn't told her his full name in the end so she could withhold details not directly related to the story. "Anyways, there's a pretty big difference between practicing a performance and actually doing it front of a crowd. I was surprised to learn I felt pressure from the crowd to do well. So my act suffered from it." She remembered it all quite clearly.
Most especially the shame she felt at that moment. She had yet to feel anything like that again and she rather hoped to keep it that way. She'd practiced very hard after that day and her first performance afterwards had been with Hasnir, him acting as her emotional support. She continued on with her story bravely, "So I was about to perform one of the simpler tricks to start off with. You basically just run and use a small jumping block to help get on the runner's back. It wasn't even jumping into a standing position on the runner's back, either."
Jazz was so distracted by her own story that she didn't even quite realize the menace was out of her hair. She did catch the wave of sleepiness from her own 'mandyr as she entered the Main Hall though. She yawned slightly and took the almost-white green out of her hair and put her on her shoulder. From there Tod could make her way into her clothes and fall asleep. "I took my running jump at the runner and did manage to get on its back...I just happened to fall off the other side afterwards." She paused to shake her head and check Kostya's reaction.
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Post by rii on Sept 11, 2010 21:29:21 GMT -5
Kostya narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance, the smile curving on his lips speaking of the lie in his eyes. Fair was fair, after all, and the green handler was more than comfortable with Jazheera's teasing. With the absence of Mirage and Konstask, both of which loathed sharing him with female company, Kostya could focus all of his attention on those better deserving of it.
.. which, in all truth, was probably not a good thing.
The Main Hall came up sooner than he liked, and Kostya caught Jazheera's arm by hooking it with his own. He twirled with her, using momentum to turn her steps to just aside from the doorway. He lingered closer than would a friend, smiling at her with a casual glance in the direction of the entrance. "I imagine you landed in a sprawled heap. Did the crowd enjoy coming to see you fall?" Teasing, but it was to be expected, could hardly be offended when she had picked that particular story to share. Kostya released her, fingers trailing down her arm - not forcing her to stay. "I've never trusted my seat to a runner."
He stepped to the side, half-blocking the way back to the Main Hall. Again he glanced at the doorway framed in light. "I know I asked you about where you wanted to go.. but I can help but think.. if we part ways, our little discussion about tails may not know an ending." His head tilted at her, lightly amused. "Although if you can take falling off a runner's back in stride, maybe a little show of skin wouldn't mean much."
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Post by Ember on Sept 22, 2010 22:10:40 GMT -5
Jazheera saw both the narrowing of the eyes and the smile and grinned in return. To her it was rather important that a guy could take some teasing. Since Kostya could that meant he was already well on his way to being a friend in her books. It wasn't particularly hard for Jazz to call people friends. Tod had managed to make an interesting wake up for the young blueweyrling.
The woman was caught by surprise when Kostya grabbed her arm and she tensed. She blamed her wariness on the time she spent in Bitra looking for her brother. That Hold had made both siblings somewhat paranoid at times. She realized a moment later that he didn't mean her any harm and relaxed, hand drifting away from the blade she kept with her. She chuckled at his teasing good naturedly. If she could dish it out, she could take it too. That incident was so long ago it didn't bother her too much to be teased about it anymore.
"They loved it," she assured him dryly. Jazz was undaunted by his proximity. She simply crossed her arms lightly in front of her - not because she felt the need to protect herself but because it was comfortable for her - and listened to him. Tails, indeed. She grinned at what sounded like a challenge to her. 'If you can take falling off a runner, then you should be able to show a little skin.' She chuckled softly and said, "You'd be right about that."
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Post by rii on Sept 25, 2010 9:21:52 GMT -5
Not so trusting, was she. It shouldn't have amused Kostya as much as it did; his mind conjuring images of a stray dog that will stick around and wag it's tale, yet any quick movements would have it snapping and snarling in defense. Only to go back to relaxed once the surprise passed. Kostya held up his palm a little higher than his waist, showing his palms to Jazheera to dissuade her wariness. Would not appreciate getting stabbed.
At least not for what he did; it was harmless.
The story of runners aside, Kostya's mind latched on to the newest reaction. What had she just teased about a bare second ago. Where she grew up, wasn't it. Yes, the cogs and gears were turning behind pale eyes that politely continued to give Jazheera his full attention. While others might inquire origins and lifestyles, Kostya preferred treating those bits of information like a puzzles he had to solve silently on his own. Without question, people were Kostya's favorite pastime.
"I've a theory that people go to shows to be either be awed out of their misery, or to laugh at those that appear less fortunate than themselves. S'why fools will always have a job; people love to see them fall." The business of entertainment was not unfamiliar to him. Kostya met Jazheera's smile, sweeping his arm toward the door and taking a step aside to let her by. "Then by all means, let us continue."
He fell into step alongside her, the smile having yet to diminish. "So.. juggling and trick riding.. what other skills did you pick up from.. the troupe?" A guess, but not a wild one. Kostya didn't know many other things where those two things could mix. Part of him wondered if he had crossed paths with her before, possible, but nothing was coming to mind. "Travel a lot?"
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