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 Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 8:41 pm
"We are working on it. I doubt he would be allowed to take a sufficient amount of food to sustain Cordel, so I will go down and retrieve it." The brownrider continued to ignore Cordel as they trekked on. It was only fair since the Healer had decided to shun all logic in favour of being carried to his quarters. They had come with reasonable arguments and he had called them crazy and stupid. Anyone with that little common sense deserved to be treated like a toddler.
W'ten had similar feelings to Cordel about the state of the door, only he didn't rant and rave about it. Instead he fixed the brownrider with a look that clearly said "Do Not or Else." And while Cordel seemed to enjoy violent threats, there was a very high chance he wouldn't actually follow through with any of them. After all he would have to clean up his own mess, so to speak, and that was hardly satisfying. K'em should be more fearful of W'ten's more subtle threats. He might wake up to find himself smothered in his dirty socks.
"It would be illogical to ask me to let you go, since your legs are still in K'em's possession. Unless you intend to open the door while lying on the floor?" He raised an eyebrow at the Healer as he manoeuvred his way towards the door handle. "You will stay completely still while I open the door unless you wish K'em to kick it down." With that threat lingering in the air, he shifted Cordel's weight to one arm and a knee and leaned over to open the door. Once that was finished he resumed the previous hold he had on Cordel. "Proceed, K'em."
She liked sausages? Excellent! Prala gave a "follow me" chirp and flew off after his master and their precious cargo. Noticing that the door to Cordel's chambers was open he flitted inside and settled on the nearest high surface. Comfortable, he called for Tribble. She would come and join him, right?
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 5:31 pm
K'em did as he was told, or rather, as he was glared, fearing W'tne's unspoken threats much more than he did the words Cordel flung around with no weight at all. He was never good on his word, not as far as horrible threats went. The brownrider could only think of a handful of times he'd actually come even remotely close to doing good on a threat. W'ten, on the other hand? W'ten would kill him. With socks.
"We'll put him on the cot. I'll tuck him in." K'em looked entirely too amused as he set Cordel down, taking a step back to avoid any punches or kicks following release. "You can go and get the food, W'ten. I can handle it from here." And the wingsecond promptly moved in, ready to sit on Cordel if the man dared put up a fight. This matter was not up for discussion.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 6:42 pm
Cordel was most decidedly not pleased with this. Very not pleased… as a Healer, he felt that he knew more about taking care of his own health than others. With this in mind, he did not appreciate W’ten talking over him like that. For several moments, he glared at the Brownrider, inwardly hoping that he had spontaneously developed the ability to catch people on fire with his mind.
Sadly----or perhaps fortunately for the vast majority of the people in the Weyr----Cordel’s gaze remained unfiery.
At least his door was safe. Once W’ten had started to move him, Cordel briefly considered just moving. But, in an unforeseen flash of actual logical thought, he considered what would happen to his head if W’ten really did drop him. A cracked skull would really keep him out of the Infirmary. Actually, it would keep him in it, but not in the way he wanted.
Faranth, now K’EM was getting into the whole ‘hey, let’s talk over Cordel’s head as if he’s not even there’. The Healer’s left eye developed a sudden twitch and he started his breathing exercise. You know, count down from ten before saying something you might regret or before trying to kick someone in the crotch… Unfortunately, K’em moved too quickly for a decent kick. “I can tuck myself in, thank you very much!” he snapped, bristling visibly at the Wingsecond’s offer.
Once his feet were released, the Healer scrambled up, grateful to be allowed to walk once more. … Then he quietly sat back down, on the basis that K’em was getting that gleam in his eye again. It was best to sit down, since Cordel really didn’t want his room to end up a mess.
“I hope you know I hate you both right now.”
Tribble had made a new friend! The green firelizard was nearly bursting with happiness at this. As she fluttered after Prala, she trilled a quick song for him. Aha! And her master’s room was even open for them, how lovely! She quickly settled on the shelf nearby the blue firelizard, preening him slightly. Oh, and hoping she’d get a sausage soon.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 7:21 pm
W'ten moved with K'em and set his side of Cordel only once he was sure K'em had placed the Healer's feet firmly on the ground. The reason was two fold. Firstly, he did not need anyone complaining about being treated too roughly nor did Cordel need to end up on his head. Secondly, if Cordel decided to lash out at either of them he would have a hard time doing so while still held by the brownrider. He had a feeling that the Healer intended to kick whoever was closest, and it was only logical to protect K'em. He wouldn't be able to save him later when the Healer decided to inflict his wrath upon them.
Once he was certain Cordel was functional, he reached into his little pouch and tossed his firelizard a piece of sausage. He had done very well, bringing the shy little green along with him, and deserved his reward. As he turned away to face K'em and the disgruntled Cordel, he missed Prala taking a small bite out of the sausage bit and then handing it to Tribble. The blue firelizard had told her there would be sausage and he would not tell her an untruth. She could have the juiciest bit.
When K'em dismissed him and Cordel showed no signs of attempting to take either of them out, W'ten decided that it was safe to leave.
"Prala."
The blue flit gave a good bye whistle before he flitted over to W'ten's shoulder. With a final nod to K'em, the brownrider headed out and shut the door behind him. Now to see about getting the Healer some dinner.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 2:35 pm
"I know, Cordel. Maybe you'll feel better once you've had a nap."
K'em moved around the room quietly, nodding to W'ten as his friend departed, and found a nice wall to seat himself against. He wasn't going anywhere until he was sure Cordel got some sleep; he didn't care how long he was going to have to sit here. It wasn't like the wingsecond had anything better to do tonight, he made sure. Double-checked, even. Just him and Cordel, allll night.
"Just go to sleep already! I'm not letting you out of this room otherwise."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 11:44 pm
It briefly----very briefly----occurred to Cordel that the two-against-one had just been lowered to one-against-one. It wasn’t as if he and K’em had never gotten into fights before and, from Cordel’s memory, the Healer had always emerged fairly well. But, honestly? Fighting would only sort of prove the Brownriders’ points. Besides, he was tired. La could look after herself for the night anyway.
“Just don’t want to look away from you for too long. I like these shelves, K’em, and if I wake up with them in splinters, I’ll have to think of new and inventive ways to harm you. Not that anything I come up with would be nearly as effective as what you manage to do to yourself.” Yes, yes, grumble, grumble… it was more or less the usual Cordel litany as he took off his shoes and rolled over onto his side. It wasn’t until he fell asleep that he was actually quiet.
Tribble churred a sad goodbye to her newfound friend before returning to her usual nest. Or, at least, the part of the bookshelf she had claimed as a nest. Between a few intimidating-looking medical texts, she had painstakingly dragged bits of cloths. Just enough to make herself a comfy little bed.
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