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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:21 pm
The prison jumpsuits, as far as Taavi could tell, were designed to some very particular specifications: they all had to be one-size-fits-no-one, scratchy as sacking material, and to be extremely noticeable. Taavi had appreciated exactly none of these qualities while he modeled those pretty, pretty clothes, but he certainly appreciated the last bit now. As soon as one of the red-orange eyesores started moving his way, his attention snapped away from V'tyai and towards the prisoner, like a rabbit who just saw a fox. He relaxed almost immediately. Saain was no threat to anyone except, perhaps, someone who really treasured their lack of education.
“Saain,” he greeted with a cheerful wave.
Whers didn't see in color, which meant the uniform meant exactly nothing to Gus. What he noticed was a sudden spike in Taavi's anxiety and someone moving closer to him. That was quite enough for the large brown. The wher tilted his head to one side like a curious pup and smiled. Well, he showed his teeth. That was the Gus equivalent of a grin. It was, incidentally, also similar to the expression he had before trying to kill someone.
Gus, stop it. She's not a threat, Gus. Taavi never could be sure whether or not his orders actually worked. For all he knew, maybe the wher just chose not to kill at the exact same time Taavi told him not to. The effect was the same anyway. The wher settled back on the warm sands, like a cat nestling before a fireplace, and simply waited.
It was probably a good thing that Taavi didn't notice V'tyai's sudden attack of protectiveness. If he had, the ex-con would have never shut up about it and his 'undeniable aura of pure sex' and no one wanted to hear about that.
“Not sure how you can tell when he's pissed or not,” Taavi said, likewise pitching his voice low. “He smiles all the time. Then again, I guess that's how you can tell. Yeah, just made them earlier today. It should still be warm.
Ooc| For best results, imagine Gus looking like this
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 10:33 am
"It'll be okay, little egg," the teen crooned softly. He didn't like how that egg felt of loss, and emptyness, and he hoped that it didn't mean that it was going to go between. There was so much potential for all of them, and he wanted to see them all succeed.
He touched a few other eggs, taking in the feelings that they were giving off, but he paused by the Maritime Monochrome Egg. It was possibly one of the prettier eggs in the clutch, and he traced the swirls at it's base gently. Just what sort of little guy was inside?
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 10:41 am
Saain smiled briefly at Taavi and gave a polite nod at V'tyai, leaving the eggs behind. "It is surprising to see you on the sands, considering Gus," she said, giving a nod to the wher and a slight raised brow at the teeth. She shook her hair, trusting Taavi to keep Gus in line and the fact that there was eggs on the sand. Teeth, how joyful though.
She looked between the men, managing to keep her face straight. "I hope you wouldn't mind me borrowing Taavi for a moment?" Saain questioned. "I wouldn't mind giving him my impressions for the dragonets, which in turn might give you an idea which hatchlings are likely to maul someone." Being prepared was always a good thing. "Or I'm sure Leevi would enjoy talking your ears off about the differences... he does seem rather fascinated."
A small smile, not very cheerful perhaps more solemn crossed her face. She would also like a quick chance to as Taavi about ... this without V'tyai about.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 11:27 am
Hiemal blinked and cocked his head at the brown egg. Well, that was a strong reaction. He tried to explain by thinking at it that he did not think the garment defined him, it was just horribly garish. It did separate him from those who didn't wear such an outfit but it didn't define him.
Deciding that the Tiny Professor would be one to watch when the shells cracked Hiemal straightened once more and moved to the Noisy Socialite Egg. Laying a hand on the purple shell he waited for another reaction.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 12:57 pm
"It's a good idea to not piss him off tat all. Not anymore then he's used to being anyway." V'tyai shrugged and took another bite of the meatroll. He hummed with satisfaction and said, once he swallowed, "It's rather go--"
Before the compliment could be completed, Saain decided to ignore the Secondary wardens obvious displeasure at her presence in his life. He bristled further, his expression writ into one of blankness. He controlled her fate and here she went, disrespecting him. "Yes, I mind." He said in a terse tone, blunt as ever. "He is a wherhandler, not a Candidate. He is also a guard and not your friend. His opinion on the eggs is irrelevent and don't you forget you are a prisoner, I am a Warden, don't go about interrupting a private conversation especially if one of those involved is one that picks the Candidates."
He kept the snarl from his voice somehow. The meatroll suffered for it, the crisp outside yeilding to his rather aggitated grip, though the bit of crumbs could not be seen by those around him. "And if I were you, I'd keep further quips to myself."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:45 pm
'It's rather go--'. Good, perhaps? Then again, it was Vit talking, so the word was just as likely to end with 'gold' or even 'goad' or perhaps even 'goat', which would have been a decent guess at what sort of meat was in it. Unfortunately, the world would never know the end of Vit's sentence, as he was suddenly interrupted by Saain. No 'excuse me' or even a polite 'pardon me'. This didn't bother Taavi a bit, but, clearly, certain Wardens were a bit pickier on protocol than he was.
“This is why I can't take you anywhere nice, Warden V'tyai,” he said, trying to lighten up with just a touch of humor and doing his best to not notice how rude absolutely everyone was being. It was like everyone was raised by whers all of a sudden. No offense to you, of course, he added in his head to Gus, who took no notice of it. It's just that you regularly bathe in the blood and ichor of your victims and that tends to be frowned on in polite society. “Anyway, it's no problem. You just finish your meatroll and we'll continue this conversation in a bit. I don't want to distract you.”
It was probably the most professional conversation Taavi had ever had with the Secondary Warden. At least he managed to refrain from patting the other man's shoulder as he sauntered over to Saain. “So what's with the eggs?” he asked, since he had absolutely no idea what to expect from dragon eggs. He'd never gotten much of a vibe from Gus' egg after all.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 2:11 pm
Saain nodded politely, face serene. "My apologizes. I did not mean to intruded," she said softly to V'tyai, tone properly apologetic. She valued herself intact and was slightly sorry to interrupt what could have been a Moment. Saain moved to take herself away, clearly she was not needed and well, she had managed to insert her foot in her mouth. Please, it would have been polite at the very least.
She paused and nodded at Taavi. "Mmh, so far? The larger taupe and streaked one has expressed surprise that I have a son. The large shaded gray with the yellow is a bit skittish, I believe because it knows I'm a criminal. The darker gray with the swirls is intriguing, it certainly is interested and somewhat protective." She chuckled softly. "I'm sorry for breaking your moment with V'tyai. It seems my manners disappeared for a moment there. But then, it is odd to hear him being called Vit."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 2:28 pm
[Responses and stuff]
After she had finished with the Cheerful Sneak-Theif, there was one more egg that Lin particularly wanted to see. It was small like the Little Hunter egg, and like the Little Hunter it reminded her distinctly of a bird's egg. It wasn't loud like its siblings, but simple and small. And those things appealed to Lin, being both small and simple herself. She had been told once that birds eggs were speckled like that for camouflage. And that quality of the shell somehow made her believe that the hatchling inside would be careful, clever. But those were just her biased opinions, based solely on its appearance. Casting them aside, Lin approached the Fly Away Home egg and gently touched its leathery surface.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 3:16 pm
Once again, the prisoner-turned-wherhandler looked at the eggs. This time, there was less curiosity and more wariness. “So... you're saying that they really can read minds then,” he hazarded. Or at least that the dragonets inside the shells were very much aware of who touched them. That didn't sit well with the smiling wherhandler. He liked to keep some things to himself.
Well, it was a good thing he already wasn't planning on touching any of the eggs then.
“Secondary Warden V'tyai,” he corrected, using the man's full title if only for the sake of the prickly man's insistence on protocol (even as Taavi sauntered away, he could hear the smaller man grumble a bit). It just... well, it felt a bit odd for Taavi to insist the same for himself; after all, he served time with Saain. It was kind of hard to attach any title to himself after something like that.
Speaking of keeping things to himself, he recognized a baited comment when he heard one. He ignored Saain's pointedly hooked comment about using a nickname for V'tyai. “Oh well, you know how it is. Once a man's seen you dancing and singing in the kitchen, you're legally allowed to use a nickname for him. It's in the bylaws,” he joked instead, attempting to sidestep any more questions.
Vit was... well... Vit.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 4:18 pm
A rukus began at the edge of the sands, and it hardly took long to realize that the source was a very displeased guard, followed by her dopy bronze wher who just so happened to have a certain screechy prisoner by the collar. Brask followed his handler as happily as always, delighted with the game of tug o'war he seemed to be playing with none other than Madame Marue Du'lace as she dragged her feet in the sands. Brakesh, on the other hand, couldn't have looked more perturbed. "Drop Her." The guard growled the order, seething with irritation. Why M'onk allowed such a DITZ on the sands was beyond her. The girl hardly even seemed to want to be there for the privilege of a touching. She had fought with the Madame for hours before letting Brask take over the hard labor. The beast hardly seemed to mind, overjoyed to be able to display his bigstrong without being fussed. He dragged and pushed Marue along as if she were nothing more than a bulky toy, his eyes swirling in delighted blues and greens. At his handler's command, he lifted the slight girl off of her feet, and dropped her unceremoniously onto the sands. Never before was there a wher who looked more pleased with himself. Brakesh patted the beast's shoulder, but before shecould so much as commend his work, he'd already begun to wriggle his way toward a familiar brown wher. Never mind that the beast seemed rather preoccupied.
Marue picked herself up out of the sands, dusting off her red jumpsuit. She shot the dirty guard a dirtier look as she straightened her collar, and fiddled with her hair. "Really, what is it with you?" Her tone was as screechy as ever, "Such a grungy barbarian." Her nose wrinkled as she looked Brakesh up and down. "And not in the good way either." The guard's eyes narrowed and she took a decisive step closer to the girl. Marue immediately skittered onto the sands with a small yelp. Brakesh was finding it increasingly worth whatever trouble she got into if it meant she would be able smack the vain little creature across the face. Sadly, she now had to collect her wher, before he managed to muck something up.
Brask wiggled his way to Gustav, oblivious to anything other than the presnce of the brown. Somehow, the concept of others being occupied never seemed to occur to the bronze idiot, nor did it seem to matter that one of the wardens was involved. Brask's heart skipped a beat. She had been put on thin ice when she came here, and was fully aware that if Brask caused trouble, the consequences would be bad. She didn't exactly scoot around the edges of Warden Vitari's vision, but she certainly avoided eye contact as she tromped after her wher. It was obvious that Taavi was occupied, speaking to an already irritated warden no less, and Brakesh hardly wanted to intrude. At this point, she just wanted her damnable wher to behave himself. In the same moment that the wher's jaws opened to give his brown friend a massive lick, his handler caught him by the nostril and tugged him to follow. "You massive idiot. You're going to get us into trouble. Again." She gave a nervous glance to Taavi and the warden, praying that they'd primarily gone unnoticed. Unnoticed. Who was she kidding? Unnoticed quite simply was not possible when you had a large, bronze, wiggling idiot skipping about the sands. And then trying to lick things that were none of his business to lick. Brask might have had a moment to seem apologetic, but at current his mind was preoccupied by the forceful little hand pinching his nostril. His lady was tiny, but by the shards did she have a grip in those little hands.
Marue smoothed her uniform, making sure that the pants were properly cuffed along with her sleeves. She adjusted her collar, giving it a particular flair in the fold that framed her delicate neck and collar bones. Of course she ran her hands through her hair, before smoothing it back into perfect place. It was only then that she watched the sands, the others and the eggs. Ugh. Look at that one's colors--how atrocious. And ew, was that guard seriously handing out meatrolls? How vile. How common. With a wrinkle of her nose,she sighed. Such dreadful oppression, just because no one could deal with how fabulous she was. Really, there was no hope for the world when they treated beauty like this. Her nose burned from what she considered absolutely abominable body odor, all leaking from far too many people for her to even begin to tell where it came from. Like, really. The least they could do was dunk themselves in a bucket every few years. Much more of this and her nose was going to burn right off of her face! With a sigh, she looked to the eggs. Even that was depressing, but she was a Du'Lace. The little heiress that was minced her way about the eggs, turning her nose up at most of them. There was no. way. she was ever going to touch that little hunter thing ever. again. And by the first egg, could Group Hug not keep its ever loving trap shut? The marvelous dancer she liked--sort of. She'd just never cared for taupe as a color. It was so bland and over used. Now the purple one, it had a pretty color, and a pretty pattern. A fine egg, she was certain. Marue didn't know shards about dragons, but she knew quality. She placed her hands upon the noisy socialite egg, being sure to wipe both her hands, and a clean place on the egg before doing so.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 8:14 pm
"It seems they are more riffling through your mind then reading them. Complete lack of privacy at least," Saain murmured. Rather like the bathes really, which was rather unpleasant but workable after awhile. She gave a soft shrug of amusement, eyes gleaming and chuckled warmly. "I will keep that one in mind."
Letting the topic drop, she didn't care to alienate Taavi, she looked over the clutch and approached one of the smaller eggs. "I do somewhat worry about the smaller eggs." She looked over the shell of Little Hunter with its black cap and speckles. She should attach the three smallest to get a sense if they were alive. She crouched down, resting on the heels of her feet and reached out, brushing finger tips over the shell like egg cups.
And nearly fell down from the belligerent rage. It wanted to ram her face? She snatched back her hand. "Of course, some are less then pleasant. This one wants to break my face."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:14 am
There are many ways to say 'V'tyai glared at Saain' but no words clearly defined the Look he shot at the woman for her apology. He didn't believe it. She said it to say it. Then again, he believed no one. At least Taavi decided to go entertain her (and he certainly did not glance at him walking away or anything lower then his shoulders. Damn all of you for insinuating it). Saain became replaced by Brakesh in his world and...
Marue.
V'tyai went deadpan for all of two seconds before raising his voice a smidge. "Brakesh!" A headjerk towards Marue followed and a mouthed 'what the ******** be crazy
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 2:41 pm
Even Orren had to look up from what he was doing when Marue entered, wher and guard with her. She seemed distinctly not excited to be here, which he has having a hard time making sense of. This was so cool. He'd been glomped by one egg and threatened with being 'cut so bad' by another, and so far he felt he was doing rather well so far for a cook who was nearly out of the age range to Impress at all. Of course, if he didn't, he didn't, and he'd take that in stride, but to be getting something from the eggs at all was still bolstering.
Why not continue that pattern with the Emperor's Groove Egg? It looked all sorts of exciting. Carefully, he placed a palm against the decorated shell.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 2:52 pm
Joscelin glared at the little pink egg. It had mentally assaulted him with ugh, hugs and cheer. He stepped a few paces, pushing the gray and pink egg out of his thoughts. He had other more important things to focus on. Such as which of the two eggs to touch... a rather deep, deep royal blue but with a eye searing neon green feather pattern, or the rather taupe and splattered one right next to the Hi! I hug you <3 egg.
Finally, he decided on the marvelous dancer egg, simply for being a more appealing colors and possibility that it was slightly larger than the emperors groove egg. It also, hopefully would be quieter. He reached out and touched the harden shell.
He was bombarded again, but the egg while loud was at least not smothering him in over enthusiastic hugs. It was friendly, sort of how the boys hung off his sisters friendly when they knew they were outclassed in something. Joscelin idly stroked the egg, sending it a polite message that if it would quiet down some, people would be more likely to visit.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:21 pm
Brakesh's heart lurched into her throat as she heard her name called, almost sure that Brask had managed to piss off the wrong person, yet again--oh, wait. A silent sigh swept out of her as the warden nodded toward the prissy prisoner, and her iron grip on her wher's nostril relaxed. The warden hadn't escaped Brask's notice either. He had felt his handler's anxiety, and his lips began to wrinkle. Little man scared his lady. Brask did not like the little man, and liked his bigwing less. A sharp elbow to the ribs quelled the wher's wrinkling lips, and sent him back to his wriggling demeanor. His nostrils twitched at the scent of meatrolls, and once again the simple mind was occupied. Maybe if he was good, the Taaviman would give him a roll. Maybe if he was sneaksy, he could get one anyway. Brakesh thanked her stars that the beast was as simple as he was. At least it meant he only had room in that tiny brain of his for one thing at a time, and food outranked just about anything.
Brakesh gathered herself and walked over, eyes drifting over toward the Madame in question. Her eyebrows pinched, and her own lips threatened to wrinkle in a snarl. "She insisted on wearing her booty shorted uniform to the sands." Brakesh crossed her arms over her chest as her lips pressed into a fine line. "Took me three sharing hours to get her out of her cell, first one thing, then another." A sly smile tugged at her lips. "She didn't want to change so I threw her to the Detox, let them do the work," After all, unstable behavior was a sign of Dusting, right? They'd tossed her out as soon as it was evident she wasn't going into withdrawls, and the hussy was lucky she hadn't missed the touching all together. She patted her wher's shoulder as he craned his neck--nostrils twitching at the smell of meatrolls. "And Brask didn't seem to put off dragging her here." Brakesh would be the first to admit that she had certainly derived a certain amount of satsisfaction watching Marue wriggle. Her eyes narrowed in a catty smile. "I suppose it was worth the trouble, but I still don't understand why they want her here. She's the last person I'd trust with a firelizard, much less a dragon."
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Marue smiled, pleased with the egg's response. Well of course she was something else. She was a Du'Lace. She stood, smoothing her uniform and primping her hair. She had looked up just in time to catch a look from the Warden. Stupid grungy old man. No sense of style, no sense of flair. Now that Taavi guy, she'd heard good things about him. Damn if he wasn't cute, too. She shot him her best, seductive look before walking away, her rear bouncing rather inappropriately behind her. If only that ugly girl had let her wear her shorts! No matter. She made her way over to a bright blue and green egg. It was a good color pairing, and the markings weren't too atrocious. Some guy was touching it, Orren she thought his name was. Marue was barely a moment from demanding he get out of her way when she recognized him as one of the cooks. Something stirred. For a moment, the shortest moment, she thought of her old friend, her family's old cook. The moment passed, and the girl thrust her weight to one side, her hand on her hip. "Madame Marue Du'Lace." She held out an expectant hand, "...A pleasure, I'm sure."
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