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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:58 pm
R'xen started shaking his head when she began, not willing to accept anything until he had his friend's body in his arms as cold, hard evidence. May be wasn't good enough. She had to be certain, had to tell him that yes, they'd just pulled J'aro's head from the ground and it was most definitely not attached to his body. Korsi, however, wasn't going to stop there. So what if he'd left Rajath with the whers? He did that all the time. He always left Rajath there. That was just how it was. The fact that Korsi was telling him all this – the woman must have known he knew J'aro's habits like clockwork he'd only lived with the other man since they were fourteen and seven respectively – meant that something had gone wrong.
And that something was Rajath.
"You killed her." It came out as a breathy, half-question half-statement. "Oh Faranth you killed her, you killed her." Rajath was gone. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should be upset, perhaps even terrified that his stupid Noladenth would be next but that obnoxious, swirling presence of emotions in his head proved that she was still tied up somewhere moping. But Rajath… "Shards. Shards and… He'll be in there. He's gotta be in there somewhere Korsi." R'xen sounded more and more like he was asking the wherhandler if what he was saying was true. "He can't be dead! It's not possible! He wouldn't even… even with Rajath…. " Swallowing, the whiterider turned back to the looming pile of rubble, vaguely aware that the poor gold had finally emerged.
"I gotta keep digging," R'xen said in a rush, resuming his work to try and keep his mind off of what Korsi had just told him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:07 pm
He'd taken a step back from R'xen when the gold's handler approached him, but he overheard all the same. The whitemaster's white was gone. Shards. Shaking his head and trying not to consider this fact for the time being, X'nar rejoined R'xen and set to digging. "We'll find him," he grunted as he shoved a rock aside, "he's got to be down here somewhere." One way or the other... Shards. He needed a drink now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:16 pm
When the queen erupted from the ground, Beksk had scrambled backwards as quickly as he could. Okay, so she wasn't all that pretty really, or all that nice, but she was a queen and he still admired her. A bit. It was tempting to try and help with the eggs, but she looked absolutely furious, and he didn't want to be clawed to bits.
Shoving another wher out of the way, Beksk lined up with Ialluth, Bekar and the others and began digging enthusiastically for J'aro. He bellowed both aloud and mentally, hoping that somehow J'aro would hear him. J'ARO! We are coming!
Concentrating on digging, trying to tune out the chaos around him, Bekar did not hear of Rajath's death.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:18 pm
"Iafri!" Kala ran towerds her friend, barreling into her amd wrapping her arms around the taller girl's waist. "He was alive! I still don't know who he is, but he's alive." Kala was smiling, but her eyes were hard as she tried to hold back tears. Tochinath appeared behind her, nearly toppling her over as he headbutted her in the back.
KalaniaMine, I'm really very hungry. But it's ok, I mean, we saved someone, yes? But really...I'm hungry. Really, really hungry. Can we just...go over there...It smells so good...
Gasping, Kala realized that the hunger she felt from her dragon was almost painful in her own stomach and she nodded. "Yes, my love. I'm so sorry."
She turned to Iafri and her beautiful Harth and smiled warmly. "Shall we feed them?"
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Dragonriders of Pern Shop Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:20 pm
The Whiteriders got their reward when the rocks gave way and they could hear their leader cry out instinctively.
"OW!"
The opening was small, but hearing his voice was indeed reassuring.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:26 pm
"J'aro?" Sounded like him. Tossing aside his basket, X'nar heaved at the rocks and debris surrounding the hole. He was alive, and well enough to sound pretty damn annoyed about having been hit by falling rocks; that was good... But with no dragon, would he still be the Whitemaster? There wasn't exactly a precedent for the situation... Less think, more dig.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:26 pm
OW!
R'xen paused for a split second as his brain tried frantically to relax the message to the rest of his body that he knew that cry. "J'ARO?! J'ARO WE'RE COMING!" The Whitesecond spared a glance at X'nar, the look filled with equal parts joy and thankfulness, as he redoubled his efforts to free his friend. The rocks seemed to take far too long to shift, each as heavy as the next but R'xen was stopping for nothing, man or beast. The goldrider herself could have demanded he stop and he couldn't have, wouldn't have heeded her words.
"J'ARO? KEEP TALKING!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:26 pm
Ialluth.
It is them! the green cried, before reassuring her rider. They will come for you! She got no reply, but the mottled green watched the humans intently, stopping her digging. She might catch the men with her claws if she didn't!
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:30 pm
" . . .I think. . .they may have found something. Or someone. Or whatever."
Jerishude rather unceremoniously let Ren go, somehow pulling her down in the process. He would have kicked sand on her too, but apparently they'd found someone based on how everyone was reacting. Nifty.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:35 pm
Final Results Found: Male Wingleader; Living - Found by Mairin and Curith and Friends Male Wingleader; Deceased - Found by Kellen and Friends Male Wingleader; Living - Found Kalania and Friends Female Wingleader; Living - Found by X'nar and Friends J'aro the Whitemaster; Living - Found by R'xen, X'nar, Bekar and others Wingleader F'sey; Living - Found by R'xen, X'nar, Bekar and Others Female Wingleader; Deceased - Found by wherhandlers
All injured candidates, riders or otherwise: The worst were taken by the healers right away. Others are scheduled to be looked at throughout the next day (as it has only been one night IC) and so on if need be.
The eggs: The eggs were moved back onto the grounds but, not surprisingly, killed in the fall. The gold may have a hard time accepting this, but the candidates were told not to bother staying and shooed away.
All who are not injured: Should be heading back home soon. New riders were told just to go home for the night.
This thread will remain open until tomorrow at 4 PM EST, so you may finish your posts up and get things settled.
The hatching feast: Will start "tomorrow" both IC and OOC.
Thank you everyone for attending the hatching and we hope you had fun!
Congratulations to our new riders!
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Dragonriders of Pern Shop Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:42 pm
"I don't have much to say, Ronny," J'aro called to his friend. He watched as little by little, the small stream of brightness became more like a spotlight. Someone had enough sense to gather the glows, did they? Hm.
R'xen and X'nar could look down and see the Whitemaster and F'sey listlessly sitting there, waiting to be saved.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:45 pm
Was Jerishude surprised that he didn't Impress, and that the eggs were dead? No, of course not.
Was he going to go get so drunk that he'd probably die from alcohol poisoning? Most likely, and hopefully.
And off he went, following the other only other two boys off the sands and wherever they decided to go. Maybe he'd find an easy stash of booze, party the night away and wake up tomorrow with his clothing still on.
One could hope.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:52 pm
"Your hand," R'xen said, around the lump in his throat as he shifted to put his hand down into the hole. "X'nar, help me get him up. C'mon old man, up you get." (Despite their obvious age differences, everyone knew it was J'aro who acted much more mature than his fellows). Once J'aro was up and out of his hole, the Whitesecond made sure to go back for F'sey, offering a hand to the pissy ginger in the same way he'd offered one to J'aro. "C'mon, you too."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:52 pm
Ren wondered if her girlfriend had come to the hatching, and quite frankly hoped she hadn't. She could really use a good ******** right now. There was entirely too much adrenaline going through her body, and with the entire hatching being one big fiasco ending in dismal - though predictable - disappointment, sex would be a great distraction. And also alcohol.
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:03 pm
What J'aro wouldn't have given to be right-handed. Ideally, he wouldn't have broken his "good arm" to begin with, but why tempt fate to ask for such a thing when she was clearly against them all tonight? He was just grateful (he told himself he was) to be pulled out into the fresh air.
Bekar was all but smothering him right away.
"No, wait-- R'xen, stop -- B'lin?" J'aro could see him close by. "F'sey is there..." That said, lack of oxygen, the pain of his injury and the loss of his dragon (of which he remained blissfully unaware) knocked him out cold.
****
B'lin didn't shove R'xen. He would never do that. What he did was more of a nudge. Terrified didn't begin to describe the look on his face. Everything he knew on this island aside from Xanthoth -- Ialluth and F'sey -- he had almost lost.
He pictured that green going between and just... He didn't know how to describe it. He didn't know how to explain the way he felt when he saw F'sey and offered his hand to him, pulling his former Weyrlingmaster to (relative) safety.
Being a bronzerider on an island where your dragon color didn't guarantee certain things about an individual should have left him hesitating. It did not. If every person on Pern were to think things about him, so be it. He didn't care. Not now.
Though they were few and brought on by stress, B'lin was not ashamed of his tears when he embraced the man he had come to see as a stand-in for a father he'd never thought he wanted but now couldn't imagine living without.
No words were good enough, suitable enough, so B'lin said nothing.
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