No one is safe (Ka'rys)

[Rowana]

Boredom is a dangerous condition. It can lead to sighing, listlessness, and lack of motivation. In extreme cases, it can lead to rash and impulsive decisions. Nabrik had always been an extreme case. It was just too quiet around here for his liking. Now that he'd been here a month, the thrill of seeing dragons was starting to wear off. He still wanted one more then anything, but he didn't understand why he couldn't have one now. Waiting was a horrible pain. They wouldn't even let him be a real candidate until his next turn day. It was so unfair!

Which was why he was making his way through the weyrs on tiptoe with a wriggling bag in his hands. Yes, this was perfect. He drop off his surprise in someone's bed then hide and watch the show. He would have liked to pick on some of the more annoying adults, like Emoyan, but he still didn't know where they lived. Still, the bigger rooms must belong to important people and that was good enough for him.

Nabrik peeked into a room. No one seemed to be home. Quietly as he could, the small boy made his way over to the bed. With a malicious grin, he opened the back. It was full of crawlers; big ugly ones, small fast ones, and everything in between. Stifling a laugh, he lifted the furs to hide his surprise...

[glamourie]

Well that was interesting.

Ka’rys leaned on the doorframe of the weyr, arms crossed in front of him, and watched in silence. The weyr itself was Savitri’s, although most of his belongings still resided there. It felt awkward to remove his things, when she hadn’t even done anything wrong – he just… couldn’t sleep there. So instead, Ka’rys left almost everything he owned still in the weyr and slept in his office, typically curled up in a pile of furs behind the desk (Savitri had offered to move a cot over, but honestly, he found cots less comfortable than the floor – Ka’rys never claimed he was consistent). That didn’t negate the need to come to Savitri’s weyr to pick up changes of clothes when he bathed and anything else extra that he needed – at that moment, specifically his second riding jacket, as he’d managed to tear the one he’d been wearing to smithereens. Imagine his surprise, then, at seeing someone – a child, he couldn’t be any older than Kale – in the junior weyrwoman’s weyr… holding a bag that appeared to be squirming around. Hmm.

“You know,” he said from the doorway as the child lifted the furs of the bed, “I don’t think that the Junior Weyrwoman would appreciate a child climbing around in her furs. At a guess, I don’t think she’d like whatever you have in that bag either, and making her mad isn’t the best course of actions. My sources tell me that her gold takes an unnatural joy out of licking misbehaving children – of any species.”

What was he putting in her bed, anyway? Tunnelsnakes? Hopefully frogs. Ka’rys didn’t voice that thought – mainly because no one was supposed to know that he remembered that. His memories were coming back in bits and pieces and one of the first things to come back (oddly enough) was that Savitri hated slimy things. “If that’s frogs, her clothes are in the top four drawers of the wardrobe and I might forget I saw you,” he said quietly, glancing down the hallway. No one coming. “She won’t be back for hours, though, so you’re better off keeping them until closer to the time Savitri’s shift ends. Honestly, did no one teach you how to terrorize girls properly?” Pushing off the doorframe, the bronzerider slipped over and peeked over the boy’s shoulder. “What have you got there, anyway?” A heartbeat passed. “Aren’t you Kale’s friend?”

[Rowana]

Nabrik's shoulder's tensed and he winced visibly. Shard it! How did he get caught so soon! He clenched his fist angrily. This guy was just too sneaky! Either that, or he was loosing his touch. Maybe he should have let Path come after all, but he'd thought it would be quieter without her. She would have been a good look out though. Glancing behind him at the man, Nabrik frowned. He looked strangely familiar.

"Humph." He crossed his arms stubbornly. "What do you know, eh?" Yes, Nabrik had no respect for adults, particularly those who wanted to "help." That usually meant they wanted something. It was just as well it wasn't frogs this time. Nabrik refused to believe that the man's idea was better then his. Still, it was a weyrwoman's room? He wasn't sure he should mess with her. It might ruin his chances of standing. Not that he'd let that stop him.

Nabrik turned to face him head on. "I don't need help from..." he began. What a second, he did look terrible familiar. At the mention of Kale, Nabrik's eyes went up. "You're Kale's old man, ain't yah?" His tone was almost accusing, like it was supposed to be some kind of secret. Great, of all people to run into.

[glamourie]

“Quite a lot, actually. She is – was – my weyrmate,” Ka’rys replied pleasantly, his eyes never leaving Nabrik. He’d have been irritated by the insolence, if not for the fact that he’d totally dismissed the boy as exactly that: a child. Children weren’t worth getting angry at when they got upset – it was more amusing than anything else. He had his own little ‘brat’ to deal with, after all. This one was mild in comparison. He cocked his head to the side, a curious look passing over his face, before Ka’rys indicated the bed. The question did not go unheard (and he immediately bristled inside – he wasn’t old and he knew for a fact he didn’t even look as old as he was, though he supposed in comparison to Kalerary and children her age, he must have seemed ancient) but Ka’rys disregarded it in favor of nodding. “Whatever you put down in Savitri’s bed, you’re going to have to remove. I can’t in good conscience let you leave it there, even if I do think her reaction will be hilarious. Go on then.”

As he spoke, Ka’rys ambled into the weyr and moved over to a rather large trunk at the side of the room. Dropping gracefully to a kneeling position, he flipped the wooden container open and removed several cloths from the top. From there, he removed several belts, as well as arm and ankle sheathes. Without looking at Nabrik (he was trusting the kid to be smart enough to do as he asked – Ka’rys didn’t respond well to disobedience), Ka’rys fastened the sheaths around his arm, ankle, and then attached another one to the two belts that he wrapped around his waist. It was very rare to find him unarmed, as he usually cared at least a handful of weapons anywhere he went; Ka’rys was not exactly known for being anything other than paranoid. Typical Rys really.

“I don’t like to think of myself as an old man, but Kalerary is my daughter, yes. Which confirms the suspicion that you’re her friend. What exactly are you hoping to accomplish here, anyway?” He cast a sideways glance at the boy, thoughtful. There were only so many things anyone could hope to accomplish by leaving things in Savitri’s bed – especially since she was the Junior Weyrwoman, not senior. If he had to guess, he’d probably have labeled it to some kind of tantrum, but he preferred to ask. “Aside from get yourself scolded if you get caught.” If. Which yes, meant Ka’rys had no intentions of tattling on him; where was the fun in that? Anyone, he was sure the boy would try to take him down with him. Excuse, excuse…. “This is the Junior Weyrwoman’s weyr. If you’re trying to accomplish mischief, the Senior Weyrwoman’s is the big one on the other side of the canyon. It’s impossible to miss, really.”




((OOC: I’m not officially ‘killing’ Kale or K’lir, FYI. I’m just relegating them to NPC status because I don’t want to play them anymore. Just so you know when replying to this thread. <3))

[Rowana]

"Humph," Nabrik snorted stubbornly. He refused to admit that an adult knew more about pranking then he did. He was already feeling miffed about being caught, not to mention finding out whose room it was. He didn't really know this Savitri, but at least her queen hadn't kicked him off the sands. Well, the trick was ruined now. Grumbling, Nabrik started to collect the few crawlers he'd already placed. It didn't take long, though he couldn't be sure one or two hadn't escape his notice.

Turning around, he shrugged at Ka'rys. "Might bring some fun to this place," he said absently. "Now that you all forgot about me." Kale and Chandath hadn't of course, but they had lessons and chores. He wondered if the Senior Weyrwoman was afraid of frogs too. That might be useful to know.

[glamourie]

“Forgetting about you suggests that I knew about you in the first place – as more than just ‘that kid that my daughter helped sneak onto the Hatching Sands at Hepaticath’s clutch,’” Ka’rys pointed out with definite amusement in his voice. It was hard not to laugh at the boy. He seemed so self-righteous. Had he ever been that... childish? He couldn’t remember being that young, not clearly. Ka’rys wasn’t a normal child by any stretch of the imagination, though. He’d killed someone at twelve – hardly the best example. He’d decided, though, that he liked this little boy – this friend of Kale’s. He seemed so normal, so Southern. It was nice to see children acting the way that children were supposed to. He loved Kale more than words, but sometimes he felt like she was forced to grow up too fast. She’d been through too much in her short life, already, and he hated the knowledge that she’d already seen so much death. This kid – he obviously hadn’t. And Kale needed more people like that in her life, to remind her that she was eleven – not R’wign and M’ta’s age, not E’rro’s age, eleven. He wasn’t ready for Kale to have to grow up completely... she didn’t deserve to have to be an adult at that age. No one did.

Fastening his weapons into their sheaths, Ka’rys stood back up and gave Nabrik a quizzical look before raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know your name off the top of my head. You’ll have to forgive me, I end up having to remember a lot. I’m Ka’rys. My bronze is Hepaticath’s mate. He’s called Ciceroth.” Ciceroth also was asking him to tell the ‘little humanling’ that he was adorable and that he wanted to keep him. Ka’rys didn’t. He knew enough about young boys to know that reminding them that they were children was likely to go over about as well as telling a woman that yes, that dress does make her butt look big. Besides, the kid was amusing him. He didn’t want to run him off by being condescending. Well, any more than usual. Ka’rys had the unfortunate habit of always being arrogant – he was a bronzerider – but he could temper the deliberate nastiness in light of not destroying the ego of a preteen.

“So be straight with me.” Turning around, Ka’rys leaned back against the wardrobe. Ciceroth informed him (at his request) that Savitri was still blissfully distracted in the infirmary. Not likely to show up and catch Nabrik in their weyr and question him – for better or worse. “People do things to draw attention to themselves for a reason. What are you hoping to accomplish? If you tell me, I might be able to help – I know all the best people to dump squirming things on. Perks of being around for awhile.”

[Rowana]

Nabrik crossed his arms and eyed Ka'rys suspiciously. He was still waiting for the man to beat him for trying to prank the Junior Weyrwoman. His father would never have let him get away without a good whipping at least. Where dragonriders soft or something? Maybe Ka'rys was just messing with him until he was good and ready. Those weapons sure looked dangerous, but surely he wouldn't go that far. Still, Nabrik wasn't about to show he was afraid. He stood his ground. So far Kale's dad was a far cry from his own.

"Name's Nabrik," he answered curtly. It wasn't like it was a secret. "And I came here to be a candidate!" He glared at Ka'rys as if daring him to question his resolve. "But no one will even let me try!" Well, Kale did of course, but she was busy with Chandath now. "They just put me in with the little ones. I'm not a baby, yah know!" Truth be told the prank hadn't really had a firm purpose, just to get attention. Maybe if someone noticed, they would finally give him a chance, or at least punish him like his father did. Not that he would ever admit he was homesick. He didn't give up that easily.

((I'm sorry for my extreme lateness. If you'd rather just leave this thread here, feel free to not reply or let me know. ))