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Post by tariala on Jan 23, 2009 21:54:14 GMT -6
Trepisan had arrived at the Weyr just in time to see the bronzes raiding the feeding pens, and the flash of gold take to the air. His arm had been grabbed by an older woman and hustled indoors. When he’d told her he’d come to be a candidate, he’d been grabbed again and hustled further, to the place he’d been rather shortly told was their candidate barracks, and that he wasn’t to come out until told otherwise- and on his young fool hide be it if he disobeyed to go wandering when a gold was rising.
Resisting the urge to rub his sore arm and check for bruises –wasn’t manly, you know- he re-settled his bag and searched for an empty cot, dumping it down once he got to the first unoccupied one. He was finally back at the Weyr, and he let the feeling wash over him as he unpacked what little he’d brought. A gold was rising to bring them more eggs, and hopefully soon he’d be part of the force defending the North from Southern aggression.
“Who’re the likeliest contenders for the flight?” He queried his neighbor, ruing the fact that he’d been too young, and then too busy with Ma and Caldeta to pay more attention to the politics of Northern Weyr. “Hope we get a good one to get us those eggs back.”
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Post by kusuri on Jan 24, 2009 13:54:32 GMT -6
Mikal was reclining on his cot in the Candidate barracks.The scruffy youth was scowling at his pillow.He'd been caring for the herdbeasts,when he'd been almost bowled over by a Bronze.The teen had almost wet his trousers and let loose a very high pitched scream.That was the first time he'd been near so large a dragon,so he was naturally surprised.One of the Lower Caverns folk had rushed him into the caverns.When he'd asked why he had to leave,the drudge had just replied that a Flight was about to occur.Confused and embarrassed beyond belief,he'd sulked back to barracks.On his way,he saw many older men dashing about the caverns as if looking for someone or something...
He had managed to doze lightly when another kid was shoved into the room.This boy looked like one of the youngest yet.He watched the little guy unpack and smiled.He wondered what it was like,to be Searched at so young an age.Then the lad asked who would win the flight.The brunette frowned as he thought about it.He didn't really know any of the bronze riders well.He'd only been here for two sevendays after all.He shrugged in answer
"Don't really know any of the bronze riders.I haven't been here long.But who ever wins the Queen is sure to get those eggs back and lead us to victory over the South."
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Post by kat on Jan 24, 2009 15:10:00 GMT -6
Tyirel had seen the bronzes in the feeding pens from the weyr rim, and it didn't take anyone to usher him into the direction of the candidate's barracks for him to head on down that way. Really, there was no point in having someone order him to somewhere he already knew he needed to go. Taking it in long strides and yet not having to hurry, he entered the barracks to see two other boys already there. He smirked wryly. Great, just what he wanted-company. Still, he said cooly, "hey. They drag you on in here or did you figure it out on your own?"
He seized up the two boys, one older than the other, and then sat down on the edge of a cot, looking bemusedly at them both. Wasn't a surprise, really, to see the younger boy here. They didn't have to search you for you to stand in the North. Not like in the stuffy South, where it was 'such an honor' to be searched. He was glad they'd got rid of the debilitating custom here. He figured it was fair game for anyone, impressing a dragon. Even girls could impress a fighting dragon, and he rather liked his women with more fire than the meek creatures that sometimes got ditched by the Southerners and ended up in their ranks. Timid, the lot of them, all scared and the like. Well, the North toughened them up right fast, and seeing them fighting against the barbarous South really warmed his little heart.
He had a pack slung over his back, and stood up, dumping the contents on the bed and rummaging through them before he turned back to the pair of other boys, awaiting their response. He picked up a redfruit and took a bite, the other arm folded across his chest as he carelessly sat back down again.
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Post by Femisis on Jan 24, 2009 15:12:59 GMT -6
When a drudge had grabbed her from in the middle of her chores (namely, the washing), Crescentia had been both insulted and curious at the same time. She was barely half done with her work and how she was done? Something had to be up. She never got out of chores this easily, not even when she turned on the charm for some male rider. They just sort of brushed her off and she was left to do her chores in silence, but what was going on? By the time the drudge had practically thrown her into her room and told her to stay there, she’d figured out from the random gossip and snatches of conversation they’d heard on the way that Astoth had taken to the air. Her indignant squeal was unheard as the drudge shut the door, trusting that the girl wouldn’t be foolish enough to leave the barracks now.
Sadly, she was wrong. Crescentia hadn’t even considered listening. Her middle name was defiance, after all, so what was wrong with taking a stroll through the Weyr while she had time? It wasn’t like there were any riders down here who would assault her, right? Still, she fingered the ornate dagger hidden under her pillow as she sat on the bed, considering bringing it with her. It couldn’t hurt to be safe, after all, since there were candidates in the male’s barracks who didn’t have the discipline she had. Mulling it over for a bit, she finally decided to bring it with her, belting it on her hip as a precaution. In any case, the sheath was pretty, so if she didn’t need it, she could just pass it off as a decoration. She knew how to use it if she needed it.
“Funny, I don’t remember the barracks ever being this quiet.” She muttered to herself as she strolled about, wandering about at random. She liked this whole freedom thing, even if she technically wasn’t allowed down here, separation of sexes and all. The more she thought about it, the more foolish this little venture became. What had she been thinking, wandering about the male’s barracks when a Flight was going on overhead? She must have been nuts to think this was a good idea, or maybe it was all the flight hormones.
She couldn’t help but overhear a boy ask who he thought would win the Flight. Honestly, she didn’t care since she wasn’t a part of it, but it did involve her. If she didn’t Impress this time around, her next chance to Impress would be when Astoth laid her clutch. Maybe there’d be another Gold egg if it lasted long enough. “Whoever wins, he’d better have enough sense to leave the eggs alone, unless he comes up with a party to go get them. Fighting over a few eggs that might not even Impress is just asking for trouble and losses.” Cresce replied to them. She felt that the eggs belonged to them no matter what, but they were just wasting time and resources fighting over them, especially the Queen. She wanted to Impress her just as much as the next girl, but if half the Weyr died in the process, then was it really worth it?
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Post by tariala on Jan 24, 2009 18:52:18 GMT -6
"Dragged." Trepisan shook his head in disgust, then grinned at the newcomer. "I think she was worried my sweet, innocent young self getting corrupted if I stayed out there too long." The other boys, both older-looking than he, probably wouldn't have had that problem. "It's not like I haven't been here before- I know to get out of the way when a gold rises." It was something like knowing to come in out the rain, for the weyrbred. Of course, he'd been too young for that to be an actual problem before. He finished putting his stuff away, and flopped down on his cot. "You guys got names?"
When the girl came in and started spouted off nonsense, Trepisan stared at her like she'd just declared her intention to fly without aid of a dragon. "We have to strike back at Southern wherever and whenever we can. I'm sure the Weyrleader's gonna have an intelligent plan to do that, not just rush in and demand them back." He thought another moment, then added, "Hey, you're not supposed to be in here, anyway!" He didn't move from his cot, not about to get a reputation for squealling- but it was the principle of the thing, shardit!
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Post by Femisis on Jan 27, 2009 12:44:48 GMT -6
‘So they’ve noticed I’m here.’ Cresce thought in amusement as she crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk. They were just as clueless as wherries sometimes, more often than not. Well, that’s why women were here, to make sure they didn’t destroy themselves with their stupidity.
She raised a brow at Trepsian in utter amusement. He thought he was the big man in the barracks, was he? Well, that wouldn’t last long, especially after she was done with him. “It might be too late by then.” She replied with a shrug as she pushed her way gracefully into the room and looked about. It was a far cry from anything at Telgar and even from the female’s barracks, but it seemed to fit the boys well. She twirled on one foot to survey their quarters a bit better (and to show off a bit, not that she would let anyone know.) and took a seat on a nearby cot that didn’t seem occupied at the moment.
“What are you going to do about it, cry?” She shot back at Trepsian with a laugh after his outburst. Funny, this one, thinking he could boss her about. Just to show him she meant business, she went so far as to lay down, posing as for a picture on the cot mockingly. Honestly…
(Sorry it's so short, I'm posting at school and don't want to get caught.)
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Post by tariala on Jan 27, 2009 17:23:29 GMT -6
Actually, if she were a male, he would knock her on her rear. Or maybe not- there were rules against candidates brawling, weren't there? Trepisan snorted. "My three-turn-old sister throws out better taunts than that. If you're on your back in the boys' barracks during a goldflight, try not to be surprised when something happens." Not everybody had the same control under influence of a rising gold, and there was a reason mingling wasn't advised for candidates- though what that was supposed to do for those who liked their own gender, Trepisan wasn't sure. If the girl wasn't so obnoxious, he might be interested himself.
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Post by kusuri on Jan 28, 2009 17:53:32 GMT -6
Another lad came in and asked if the boys had come into the barracks of their own free will. Mikal's ears burned slightly and he observed his suddenly interesting pillow. How come everyone else had known to get away from the Flight except him?
"Ah, I was surprised by the Queen's rising." The brunette said with a rueful grin.
"And the name is Mikal, what are yours?" His light brassy voice drawled.
He jumped when a girl suddenly entered the room.Frowning, he looked her over.What was she doing here? Didn't she know how dangerous it was to be near boys when a Queen was Rising?He watched in amusement as they bantered,not really caring what happened to this foolishly courageous girl.The girl continued her argument,laying down on a cot in an enticing manner.It was then that he noticed how big her bust was and how long her legs were...He crossed his legs in discomfort at that sudden thought.This girl was really risking it, because if he was looking at a girl as more than a companion,than something was taking over his brain and making him act unnatural.
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Post by kat on Jan 28, 2009 19:44:38 GMT -6
Tyirel looked over as the girl entered, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow. Then, he asked with a completely straight face, "do you know that one of us could take advantage of you, right here and now, and no one would believe a word you said after if we said you came in here and instigated it?" He leaned up against the edge of his cot, looking at her from cool, expressionless eyes, and then, "you're a wherry headed fool for coming in here. If you haven't got the brains to know why they separate the males from the females during a gold flight, you must either be hold bred or ignorant to not have heard," he told her coldly, and then, in reply to Mikal, turning his back on the smart alek girl, he said, "Tyirel. You guys bunking in here for the next hatching, I presume?" He wasn't about to even look the girl's way. He had a lot of self control and she was a complete waste of time, that sort. He only went after the ones who had brains and looks-they were a lot more fun that way.
Ty was awaiting the next hatching eagerly. He was aiming for a brown and not a bronze, though it was a lot to even hope he would get brown over blue or bronze. Still, a guy could have expectations, or hopes, rather. He had his own agenda, after all. It didn't involve a bronze. Maybe a good sized blue...
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Post by Femisis on Jan 30, 2009 7:59:09 GMT -6
“Nice to meet you all, too.” Crescentia replied sourly as she sat up in a more modest manner looking rather put out. So much for that… Then again, she hadn’t come in here looking for a good time, she’d just been looking for some sharding company. Faranth only knew where the other girls were. Then again, maybe they were in the female’s barracks now. “For your information, I do know my peril, which is why I came prepared.” She told Tyirel as she carefully slid the dagger out of its scabbard. It was longer than she remembered, but, then again, she hadn’t needed it in a while. She’d noticed Mikal eyeing her and was starting to feel very foolish indeed. She wasn’t THAT bored, was she, to risk this? Well, maybe it was just better if she left now before things got any worse.
“Just so you know, sweetie,” She shot at Trepsian as she stood up, “you’re not impressing anyone, least of all your buddies here. Give it up.” She rolled her eyes as she started toward the door, dagger still in hand. Shardit, she should have stayed in the girl’s barracks and wrote a letter home or something. “I can’t say it was nice meeting you, but logic has once again decided to kick me in the rear and send me packing. See you all later.” She said as she put one hand on the door to open it up.
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Post by tariala on Jan 30, 2009 12:52:45 GMT -6
Trepisan couldn't stop a muffled laugh as the girl pulled out her dagger. Now who was showing off? A real fighter never flashed around what they had until they absolutely needed it. He wondered if the girl realized that, in Tyirel's little scenario, she'd probably just get herself punished or kicked out of candidacy entirely for using it in this situation.
Cresce's parting shot brought another laugh- what he'd have taken insult at in another male, in this girl seemed ludicrous. She was just trying way too hard. He'd fast failed to care about making points with this weyrbait, and he was hardly going to believe that she spoke for the (comparatively sane) males in the room.
But he decided to follow Tyirel's example and ignore her, since that seemed to be working so well. "Yeah, or the one after that." he answered the older boy. Now that Astoth was rising, he'd have another clutch to try at if his dragon wasn't at this one. And this time, there'd hopefully be precautions taken so those Southern scum couldn't steal any. "Not that I have to run straight home, if I don't Impress right away. How long are you staying, if you don't Impress at the next hatching?"
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Post by kusuri on Feb 11, 2009 19:06:25 GMT -6
"I'd probably stay for as many hatchings as it took to Impress...And If I don't,well,I wouldn't mind working as a beastcrafter at the Weyr." the brunette commented.He waved idily at the girl as she left,never one to rude,despite this situation.He liked to just sit back and observe and try not to get involved in any conflicts.
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