King For A Day [Ember!]

[Lotty]

It was a wide mouthed, teeth showing, resounding yawn. The type punctuated with a bit of a falling yelp as lips came back together to smack sleepily against one another. It was good to be in the ruling party again now wasn't it? There was no need to say it though, as the bluerider was the absolute vision of bourgeoisie comfort as he was draped there over the arms of a dining hall chair, sipping the deep crimsons of a fine Benden red. He was practically napping there in the lap of luxury, just taking in once again the reminder that all that time in captivity was not in vain and that though the Selenitas take over was but a step in an ever evolving plan, it was still a big step, and he deserved every bit of avarice and sloth that he was executing.

Sure it was probably in bad taste to be so sharding happy about it all in the face of all these sad little Selenites, but in his defense this was the ultimate mental health break. Drugged and dragged here against his wishes and then watched like a dog by a little mutant talking bug-flit thing was traumatizing, but ultimately he did get the last laugh didn't he? It was banded and marked just like all of the others. C'zan: 1 Salamandyrs: 0 So now he was just reaping the rewards of the life half lost and enjoying every minute of it. Viaqueth was too, purposely picking off the herdbeasts found in the feeding grounds and rolling around neck deep in the blood just because he could all the while bragging to his They're just jealous.

That they are... In between sips of his drink - and yes he did pick the most ostentatious vessel from which to use, a gaudy goblet he had pilfered from one of the weyr's feast - he ever so gently flexed his muscles with a lazy game of fetch, tossing a little bouncy ball across the hall, across tables, over people's soup bowls, and against walls for fatty Magoo to try and chase and catch and ultimately fail. The brown had an odd infatuation with round things however (C'zan thought it was all on account of the fact that Magoo was rather round himself and hey, narcissism manifested itself in the oddest ways) and still tried time and time again. Cue endless amusement for the action starved bluerider. The little pink ball bouncing back to his hand again, the rider flung it in an instinctual repetitive motion, landing it dangerously close to a half eaten dinner. Oops.

[Ember]

When are you coming baaaack? Sfelyth whined. He was thoroughly bored with waiting for His to get back from eating. Maybe I won't come back at all if you're going to be like that. Aww, don't say that, Mine. You know you love me. Ae'on sighed irritably, and audibly for those sitting near him. Given the fact that riders were used to mental communications no one paid him any mind. Not to mention there was an actual nuisance physically present to sigh about.

Ae'on glanced in tired annoyance at the lordly dragonrider playing with a ball. Seriously. There were limits to how rude their supposed captors should be. He didn't do anything about it though since, however annoying it was, it didn't directly bother him. That was until the ball came dangerously close to his food. His fork fell with a clatter to his plate as he snatched the ball and glared at C'zan. "Oi! Do you mind? People are trying to eat you snarkmuck. If you feel like playing with such childish toys you should do it somewhere else," Ae'on snapped angrily.

C'zan, unfortunately, made himself a good target for the healer boy's frustrations. Ae'on didn't intend to stop there. "And what's with your attitude anyways? Acting all high and mighty...it's not like you're the new Weyrleader or anything. Tch. If you want this back you better apologize or else find something new to throw around." The weyrling waved the ball around for a brief moment before picking up his fork again with the full intention to resume eating. Unlike some people he could eat and listen at the same time.

[Lotty]

C'zan...was not the type to snap back. He didn't waste his time with witty replies or attempts to be cheeky, especially since even the most sardonic of reactions could sometimes be mistaken for some kind of passive acceptance, and the bluerider was most definitely not accepting of this miserable weyrling snot. No, C'zan thought very little of this punk kid and was half of a mind to just bonking him right on the top of the head like a whack-a-mole. No, all aggression stayed carefully on the inside, Why won't you just let me be great!? he asked himself as the stoic facade did little but express a general dislike.

And those threats and demands for apologies... they definitely were going to go ignored. C'zan really didn't have to say anything after all. Magoo would have it all handled for him. Raising his head from the sprawled out aftermath of his collision with the wall, the fat brown instantly focused in on the now stationary ball and screeched with reckless abandon before picking himself right back up again and launching himself in towards Ae'on. He had his ball! HE DID! ATTACK! The waving of the ball only urged the brown on...it was interpreted as taunting.

Squealing the whole time the brown circled the lad's head before he latched himself onto the healer's arm. Amusement danced in C'zan's eyes even if he didn't speak a single word. What really needed to be said after all? After a moment just watching - how cruel of him - the rider pulled out another bouncy ball from his pocket and returned to his old show; bouncing it over tables and generally disturbing the general population of the weyr. Luckily enough for Ae'on the temptation of a new ball was enough of a distraction for Magoo to stop his harassment of the weyrling and went about attempting to play fetch once again.

[Ember]

He got absolutely no response...Ae'on was a mix between confused and even more pissed. It wasn't often that he was completely ignored. Most people had at least a little pride and didn't like being yelled at and retaliated, or they had so little that they immediately appologized. Well, so it usually went anyways. He didn't have much time to dwell on it before the man's pet decided to - or was ordered to? - attack him. Now see, normally Ae'on wouldn't be the type to hurt animals, unintentional or not, but those claws hurt.

The blueweyrling stood and waved his arm around in an attempt to detach the brown all the while cursing it loudly. This was why he didn't want any pets. With his luck they'd probably be little monsters towards him too. Thankfully the brown was distracted by...seriously? Another ball? Did he even want to know why the stupid Wasteland freak carried around more than one? No, he was decidedly not interested. Still, the fact that the brown stopped attacking when the bluerider threw another ball only reinforced Ae'on's opinion that the guy had made the pet attack him.

Hmph. If he was going to get an apology he'd have to do something drastic. He bounced the ball discreetly a couple times before taking aim at the rider's goblet and threw the ball. With any luck it would bounce into the goblet, or at least worry the rider enough to get some kind of reaction from him. Ae'on debated a false apology but decided to just keep quiet. If the rider got angry, well, then he could have a taste of his own medicine.

[Lotty]

There was one thing notable about C'zan (well beyond the kinky hair and possessed blue eyes) and it was that he had a very, very distinctive laugh. The kind that had it's own presence and warmth... though this did not necessarily imply that it was friendly. It was fire...smoke could be imagined to be billowing up in serpentine shapes from flared nostrils. For all intensive purposes it could be called fairly condescending if not something a little more insidious, and for all of his attempts at restraint he couldn't help but indulge himself in some cackling at the poor lad's little situation.... Poor Magoo, he was really too plump for the job, he wouldn't stand a chance to the brat's flailing and was more than relieved when the brown rolled off to chase his second ball.

He expected that his ball obsessed firelizard would fall for such a little trick as what he pulled, but what he didn't expect was for Ae'on to retaliate the way he did. Here he thought the weyrling was all bark and no bite. Really should have given him more credit... actually. Now there was a thought. C'zan was going to do exactly that! A fighter's training had him quick to spot the flick off the wrists and the sight of the ball flying for his goblet, and so he so subtly tipped the cup and facilitated an exaggerated reaction. With a ball in his drink, and red wine splashed up onto his shirt - nevermind that red didn't typically stain black - he curled an eyebrow and feigned some great displeasure.

Truth be told, he was absolutely delighted. Now he was justified in drastic measures, and C'zan simply did not pass up the chance to throw the world into chaos - so long as she slipped by scot free every time. Standing up he dropped his chalice and grabbed a handful of smashed tubers of an abandoned plate and flung it straight at Ae'on all the while yelling, "How dare you speak ill of my firelizard.... and my mother!" Of course these were lies, but he was an avid proponent of lies. Get the dining cavern on his side and everything would be fine.

[Ember]

Oh, well, if that didn't serve the rider right! Had the Healer actually been expecting his throw to go in? Not really. He felt accomplished now that it had. It totally made up for the attacking brown and the rider laughing at him. Now the smug one at the table was Ae'on and he wasn't trying any harder than C'zan to hide it either. He drank from his own cup (juice only, no need for alcohol) without a care in the world until a clatter made him turn his attention back to C'zan. Oh crap.

If his reaction was justified then so was the rider's, he supposed. He watched with slight horror as C'zan picked up a handful of tubers and pulled back his arm to throw it at him. The words registered after the splat of the tubers hitting him. At the very least he had raised his hands to try and block the food, but to little avail. If the rider was going to play things that way..."I did nothing of the sort, you arrogant git! How dare you not apologize!"

He also stood up and grabbed a handful of the tubers (hey, mushy gross things would be the most annoying) and flung them at C'zan. Sadly his aim was a bit off and he ended up throwing dangerously close to another person who was eating. Uh-oh. This could get dangerous very fast. And you say I'm a magnet for trouble! Go, go, show that guy what you can do! Snorting, Ae'on picked up more tuber to throw. Totally not his best moment.

[Lotty]

A direct hit! Oh! How amused the man was, as he bounced onto a table top and continued to throw rhetoric right and left to go with the delicious bit of potatoes, "Apologize!? Never!"

This was simply beautiful if he could say so himself. It seemed to have been an eternity since he had orchestrated a mess such as this one. At Wasteland and Benden alike the population started to figure out that he was more than willing to lure a person into a trap and as such stopped playing to his whims. Poor Ae'on didn't have knowledge of his habits and as a result, this happened... a food fight in the making. Especially since the flung tubers were dodged and landing instead on an innocent bystander. If only C'zan had the opportunity to pause and get a good chuckle, but instead he had to re-direct the anger of the food covered man.

"That kid over there! He did it!" A hand pointed at Ae'on as he looked around him for more ammunition, "You should be apologizing to the whole cavern!" In addition to the first victim, who tossed the left overs of his sticky roll at C'zan's head - ew, if only anybody knew how hard it was to get sugar of his hair especially - people began to catch drift of what was going on while small little factions began to take cover or abandon their meals entirely. Which was fine with the bluerider, it gave him more room to move.

Jumping off of the table he ducked down behind some chairs that now comprised his makeshift fort. From there he began to indiscriminately toss food stuffs in the weyrling's direction, though with a marked lack of aim that he displayed before. Surely some more bystanders would get caught in the epic dinner war of 3016. All in all C'zan wanted to thank the healer for all that he had done leading up to this. While he still considered the kid a brat, at least he had the cajones to try and strike back, which at very least was a positive mark in his book.

((Me thinks we should invite others to make this more epic? Y/N?))

[Rowana]

Leaning against the back wall and looking entirely too relaxed was G'tor. Though it was hard to be completely relaxed with any Wastelanders in the room, the brownrider had always been a fairly easy going guy. So long as they left his friends alone, he was willing to leave them alone for the moment. The memory of Millieth's recent hatching still burn angrily in his mind, but he wasn't foolish enough to let thoughts of revenge take hold. He was no good to anyone dead and violence wouldn't get them anywhere.

Today, however, someone seemed to have a different opinion. G'tor raised an eyebrow as one of the older weyrlings started to shout at C'zan. He winced. Not the smartest move, but the boy was no pushover that was certain. G'tor sighed as the discussion began to escalate to throwing things. He started to stand, supposing he'd better step in before the fight got too far. Unfortunately, in a matter of seconds the fight had spread to a full blown, food flinging free for all.

G'tor ducked as a tuber whistled over his head. Tervain squawked at the indignity and took off chattering at Magoo. Clearly this was his fault! Foolish males, always causing trouble and hardly the brain of a wherry among them. Ranchan just watched everything from her shoulder perch, trilling happily at all the excitement. G'tor blinked at the mayhem, then shrugged with wry smile. He'd never get them to calm down now, might as well even the odds. Carefully, he selected a rather large bubbly pie and sneaked around C'zan's cover. Couldn't have such a skilled man against only one weyrling, now could we? Without warning, G'tor flung the pie at C'zan's head.

Star, meanwhile, had slipped free of G'tor's pocket to sit on one of the tables. She was gazing up at the storm of flying food with a look of absolute awe. Food was everywhere! Everyone was too distracted to care about her too! It was perfect! Anyone not too distracted by the fight might have felt this tiny creature's unrestrained wave of ecstasy at this awesome event. Not daring to wait another moment, Star dove into a large pasty of sweet meat. Truly, this was salamandyr heaven.

[Ember]

"Grr," Ae'on growled in annoyance when the rider assured him he had no intention of apologizing. He'd get an apology out of the man yet! Then he dared to palce all the blame on him - okay, so the poor guy he'd accidentally hit did deserve an apology - when he was the intial cause of the chaos engulfing the dining hall. They weyrling noticed that it really was becoming a war as more and more victims joined in and caused more victims in the process. There were no real sides to it, either.

When his target took up a fort, Ae'on did likewise. It was hardly fair for one to have a fort and not the other, after all! He wasn't sure how he ended up agreeing to keep playing (and it was becoming somewhat fun) but he was in it for the long run now. He was a complete mess but actually hitting people with food was amusing and sooner rather than later his anger started to melt away from him. Sfelyth was cheering him on in the background of his mind which only served to pump him up more.

The Healer boy caught sight of a man sneaking in around C'zan's fort and smirked slightly. Perhaps he did have an ally in the all-out, free for all food war? Either way, if the man was going to be attacking the bluerider then he'd attack at the same time. Ae'on spotted a meat pastry nearby and briefly left the relative safety of his makeshift fort to retrives, not knowing about Star's presence within it. When G'tor threw his pie, the weyrling through the pastry at the same time, a devilish smirk on his face. Hah!

[Lotty]

Magoo was insulted! Who was this what? He squealed back indignantly and tried to throw his immense weight around as best as he could. An absolute mess of flapping wings he was as he hung there in the air, dodging flying food while still trying to hold his own against the chattering green. It was not an easy task to say the least and he didn't even have a C'zan to hide behind... not with the beating that his was suddenly taking. Hmph, it took him a moment, but he finally seemed to remember the convenience of between and took the easy route through the void.

Meanwhile there was a sneak attack on him and his hair. His HAIR! Buh, he never saw the brownrider coming but he certainly felt the gloop of pie filling smashed into his hair, shortly followed by meat pastry to compliment the other side. He ran a finger down to catch a taste... blueberry mostly. Well at least it was a good taste, compared to that junk that Ae'on - or at least he assumed it was from the healer - had thrown at him. No attack went without retribution though, and the man snarled as he looked around for some more ammo. He had to go with what was closest at hand, and that meant tossing his wine.

He whipped the goblet around to empty the contents in G'tor's direction before ducking down and crawling along under the tables. From there he found various left overs, but most useful were the things left above. He bobbed up from time to time to gather all the pudding he could manage and with a large spoon started firing at will. At this point he had almost abandoned the weyrling in favor of showing the brownrider - who he now identified as Mi'rah's man, how cute... civil war in food form - an important lesson. All the while still clinging to his innocence, "You're attacking. The wrong. Guy!"

[Rowana]

Tervain hissed at Magoo as he vanished. Coward! Not even the strength to stand up for himself. A graceful flying, Tervain dodged flying food until she found safety on a window ledge. Silly humans and their games. She would have a thing or two to tell G'tor when they got back! Eyes glinting, she watched her human sneak up on another. So childish he was. Trust lazy Ranchan to go along with such a ridiculous escapade. Tervain would never admit that she rather liked to have fun too. At least, not in public. She did have a reputation to maintain around here.

G'tor grinned and Ranchan gave a trill of victory as the pie actually made its mark. He didn't have much time for gloating, however, as liquid was soon flying at him. G'tor's arms went up in defense, but his shirt and hair were still drenched. Ranchan ducked behind him, giddy with the fun of it all, and conveniently using him as a shield. G'tor ducked behind a row of chairs, in time to get a few globs of pudding in his hair as well. Even so, the brownrider was in a good mood and took it all in stride. However this had started, it was certainly one way to relieve stress around here.

G'tor quickly claimed a bowl of fruit for ammunition. "Never let it be said that I am an unfair man!" He called cheerfully and promptly threw a large redfruit at Ae'on's chest. He couldn't let things get unbalanced now. All was fair in love and food fights.

Star had happily eaten several bites out of the middle of her pasty when it was rudely picked up and hurled through the air. Confusion and anger poured from her tiny mind as she curled into a tiny ball for protection. A breath later she splatted into the hair of a man. Star was not pleased. Her meal was ruined. RUINED! How dare they wasted food like this! Wriggling into C'zan's hair, Star delivered a series of unflattering pictures of just what she was going to do to food spoilers. Such as eat their fingers, or see them starve away in a cave. Maybe she would even grow big and squash them!

[Ember]

Haha, score! Both he and G'tor hit the man at roughly the same time. At that point he was well satisfied without an apology and was trying to figure out a way to leave the war sneakily when the brownrider turned on him. Eyes flashing with excitement and the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in another grin, Ae'on searched for the nearest worthwhile thing to launch at the man. Hmm, no good, nope not that, aha! The weyrling grabbed a half eaten pie and flung it at G'tor.

If he was going to turn on him, he'd have his inital weapon turned on him as well! With a new target, Ae'on might have stuck around for considerably longer if not for Star. The images being projected from some little monster in the room had Ae'on ducking under a table and trying to blink away the images. Being a Healer, he wasn't exactly squeamish but...that was still rather unpleasant to see. He didn't bother to see if anyone else had stopped due to the white 'mandyr. Now that he had stopped he realized how abosolutely filthy he was and how silly it all seemed. Silly...but fun. Bah.

The blueweyrling, still crouched under the tables, began to make his retreat. As far as he was concerned, he'd won against the bluerider. He managed to get close to the exit of the dining hall with relatively no trouble. He stood up abruptly and made a final dash out into the hall. He heaved a sigh of relief as Sfelyth commented, I wonder how much the kitchen staff and drudges will hate you for starting that war. Ae'on really didn't want to think about that.

((Consider him out...unless you wanna chase him down. XD))