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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 7:33 am


(TAG: EVERYONE. Not gonna tag individually with this post because that s**t will get crazy.)

You are going to get your face torn off by a wher, and I am going to laugh. Merceth appeared to consider this for a moment, then added I’ll come help you, because I don’t want to die, but I’ll still laugh.

I appreciate your support, C’ross shot back dryly, glancing back over his shoulder at the big solid bulk of the brown. Do you have any idea what’s going on? Because I’m s**t out of ideas and I’d rather not fight Linfon.

Deadglow. It’s simple: a show of dominance. Merceth was familiar with these. He’d met plenty of bronzes who postured and flared and tried to make themselves look bigger and stronger than him in front of a gold. They didn’t like a brown who was as big as them and twice as dangerous. Golds have command. No more gold at Warden’s. That means there’s no authority except M’onk’s, and he wants everyone to understand he has power over them. He’s keeping the Candidates here because if he lets them go now, he’s giving in to what a greenhandler wants. He can’t afford to look weak. Especially not now.

It was rare that Merceth and C’ross were on the same wavelength. But when the s**t hit the fan, they watched each other’s backs. And both of them understood that there were more important things right now than who won this little pissing contest. M’onk was out of line forcing the Candidates to watch the wreck of a Goldrider be dragged off the sands, sure. But it was way, way more out of line to intimidate them into obedience with whers. (C’ross had never been fond of wherhandlers, as a whole: if he could keep Merceth under control, why couldn’t they do the same for their beasts?) And whether or not the wherhandlers had intended it that way, with a pack of whers now gathered around the clutch and Linfonsk outright threatening the Warden, it had turned into an intimidation play.

“All right, that’s enough!” C’ross had an excellently trained drill sergeant voice, and it cut clearly above the general hubbub. He laid a firm hand on Linfon’s other arm, the one that Rokana didn’t have, as he spoke up. “Wherhandlers! Warden’s orders – if you’re here to help guard the clutch, then go stand with Descanth. Otherwise, leave. Now. Before someone gets hurt.”

Please, Faranth, let some of them be bright enough to take that for the out it was.

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Descanth was getting quite a crowd of whers around her now. She recognized some of them – the green had been patrolling with their handlers after all – and crooned a low greeting. But her defensive posture did not relax.

Some brief exchange passed between her and Merceth; she turned her head to look at the big brown, then inclined her muzzle slightly. With a smooth motion the green circled the clutch, then lay down encircling it, her neck and tail forming a semicircle of protection around the eggs. Even in the hubbub, someone would have to literally step on the green in order to get close enough to touch one.

M’ska, for his part, had other things to worry about. “You should go back to stand with the other Candidates,” he told Leevi and Joscelin, as gently as he could manage. “Thank you for the help, and don’t get yourselves in trouble on my account.” Then, when Bereck arrived, he gave the healer a grateful look. “I want to get her off the sands... She doesn’t need to be here for this, and the Candidates don’t need to see –“

He didn’t finish his sentence. Just in a quiet voice to Kaelyandra, “We’re going to take you to Brakiheth, Weyrwoman. As soon as we can.”

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Ralvyn was completely overwhelmed. But he had Meera and Warden V’tyai now, two bastions of calm like rocks in a bitter storm. He let himself be herded to on side with the rest of the Candidates, but made an active effort to stay near V’tyai. The tears had passed, replaced with a kind of numb shock and lingering fear: what was going on? Why was everyone fighting? Someone was going to get hurt if it continued like this...

He wished he’d thought to bring the first aid kit, just in case.
PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 8:14 am


Canoake was actually enjoying this. It had gone from trying to embarrass and intimidate the Candidates to a pissing contest between the wher handlers and the dragon riders. And she had been the catalyst of it all, or at least, she liked to think so. Moving along without a word, she listened to V'tyai and M'onk as they were told to stay on the Sands and stay close. She wondered why... How close were the eggs to hatching?

Whers and greens surrounded the eggs in almost a wall. Now that was even more interesting. Would the whers allow the dragons to Hatch or were they all here to watch the clutch die like she speculated. It has almost hurt to hear the gold die but to hear the whole clutch disappear one by one... It would either make or break some here. At least three of the weepers would probably snap. Her eyes narrowed as C'ross started puffing out his chest as trying to make the handlers back off. If she had marks, she would have bet on the handlers. Staring right at him, she quietly clapped her hands with a smirk of her face.

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 8:48 am


He could really do without it coming to a fight in here, especially a fight involving whers. When C'ross put a hand on the angry handler's arm, C'tis eyes slid onto the green beast. Calling Malcarreth down would probably just cause more chaos... which meant he had to trust the handler to keep her head so that nobody lose theirs to the wher. He had his sword - he always had his sword - but that wasn't especially comforting against man-eating dragonkin.

...If one of these idiots killed M'onk there would probably be a very unpleasant power struggle at least for a while, and everything would go to hell. Not waiting for an answer from M'onk, and leaving the shouting to C'ross, C'tis rested his hands casually on the pommel of his sword and moved between the wher with its wherhandler and the b*****d Warden. He might hate him, and might hate what he was doing here, but the last thing this place needed was anarchy.





the dark blue replied, getting up from where he had been resting and leaping lightly into the air. Swift wingbeats carried him over to the Sands, which gleaned a feeling of warning from C'tis. he replied,

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:02 am


Shards and s**t. Was everyone going to display their skills of stupid? V'tyai scowled, his eyes snapping to Canoake and her very bad idea. He raised his voice again, loud enough to carry, and his tone sounded much less than pleased.

"Canoake! If your sarcastic little a** isn't shaffing next to me in five damn seconds, you are barred from Standing and will clean the wherrie cages and latrine for two sevendays! Move it now!"

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:10 am


Emmitod gradually grew more and more interested as the whers started making an appearance and the tensions rose.
He gave only a momentary glance to the former goldrider's pain, but it was the power struggle and drama that roused him from his apathy. He obediently went where others told him to go- not making trouble was his specialty- but he was enjoying the little play that was happening on the sands.
It was almost worth waking up for this.

Dragons and Whers and people- oh my.
The Warden had started a real opera, hadn't he. A show of power by showing off a screaming woman and a dragon without a wing.
The others had responded with shouting, violence, and disdain.
The green was a noble heroine, brooding the eggs with her noble knights (whers) around her, protecting her from the eeeevil sorcerer. Wait, no sorcerer wasnt the right villain for this opera.
More...
Uh...
Whatever. Warden.
Meanwhile bit character left the stage, while other unimportant characters cried.

Emmitod surpressed a grin at the edge of the sands. This WAS turning out to be quite an interesting show.
PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:29 am


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Canoake moved closer to V'tai, not caring that she shoved past other Candidates, some even prisoners. She kept a neutral look about her face as she stepped next to the dragon rider. Her eyes flashed with anger but for once, she actually held her tongue until she was right in his presence. Speaking very lowly, she sounded almost hurt. "I'm sorry, sir. I figured the Wardens here would appreciate seeing some support. After all, that is why we are here right? To help support the Warden and his Weyr?"

Could she be barred from Standing? Perhaps. Would cleaning out the wherrie cages and latrines suck... Yes. But she was sure that she would be able to find help from someone, somehow. And if they through her out, as long as she could take her belongings, it wouldn't be too bad. Still speaking quietly, she continued. "Besides, we were all brought here, abruptly and forcefully to see whatever power trip, M'onk wanted to have. If showing deference to you riders gets us out of here faster and back to more important tasks, then so be it."

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:47 am


The Secondary gave the girl a shrewd look, his lips pressed into a thin line. She had nerve, he'd give her that much, and at the very least she listened when something came from a person not a complete a**. He shook his head, only slightly. "You are here to do as told, not to mouth off. I understand," he hissed, eyes going to Warden before back to Canoake, then the other Candidates. "I fought for this not to happen. Let him have his power trip, keep your heads down, and let the people who have something to lose fight for you.

"It does no good to get noticed by him. Do you all understand?" Vit raised his voice to be heard by the candidates, gaze sweeping over them. Those crying and those impassive received the same hard look. "Nothing positive comes from it. You will get punished. I can't help you there."

The riders still kicked up a fuss and C'tis thankfully put himself between greenhandler and Warden. It gave the bluerider a moment to rub his temples and grumble. "And no, Hiemal, don't write him a letter. I doubt he reads them. Very nice tactic but ultimately useless. Just... stand there. As for everyone else, anyone that would like to see a Mindhealer after this, we have them. I have tea? I am sorry for this."
PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:19 am


It was difficult, at this point, for one not to know what was going on in the Weyr. Especially when one was a guard, and not sleeping, even thought not on shift. For Branne, it had started with the cries of the dragons. Maltoth awoke unhappily, low tones joining while he filled his rider in. Brakiheth had gone between, leaving Kaelyandra behind. Soon watching over the clutch was Descanth, while M'ska held Kaelyandra. At first, Branne ignored things, taking out her own mourning of the loss of a life on her current work. The tapestry she was working on depicted a clutch on the Sands, and progress on it was slow, but gratifying. Maltoth, once his low crooning had tapered off, had intended to return to his nap, although he was still alert. Soon, his rider would down something warm and get into her furs to sleep for a bit, before they'd take up their job again. Instead, the pair found themselves a bit assaulted, not with messages personally for them, but just by little bits of observations, best regarded as the beginning of gossip. It did not bother the guard that the Candidates had been taken on the Sands, although she didn't exactly approve of it, and it was probably stressful for the eggs. However, there was enough of a racket now, building from the Candidates and wherhandlers, that she felt it was time to interfere.

'Maltoth,' she addressed her dragon, 'inform our superiors that I will be at the edges, should assistance be required.' If there was one thing Branne could not handle, it was disrespect. Regardless of whether or not those now opposing the Warden were out of line in their accusations, their actions were another thing entirely. And, perhaps, she was little blinded by the way she revered the Weyr and those of high positions in it, but that didn't make it any better, what was going on.

Of course, Mine, Maltoth responded, his muscles rippling as he stretched where he lay. He did not stand, though, fully confident that the situation would not get too out of hand. Of course, should a wher harm His...well, he'd cross that bridge if he came to it. Instead, he addressed the dragons of those who stood on the Sands with M'onk. My Branne will be available should things escalate, he told them simply, a low, rumbling sigh following.

Already dressed for the most part, Branne tossed on the rest of her guard uniform, quick and sure steps carrying her through the Weyr as she did so. Her hair, which had been in a low ponytail, was let loose briefly before being pulled back into a bun. Really, couldn't anyone show some sharding respect? She wouldn't be throwing herself in the middle of things, at least, like she knew some to do when there was conflict. Whether or not she'd be needed was entirely up to the Warden and his Secondaries, although the former's word held the most power. Curt greetings were given to anyone she came across one her way, and when she reached the Sands, she did just as she had planned. She stood off to the side, just on the Sands and apart from the others, a look of disapproval creeping onto her face, although she appeared apathetic for the most part.


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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:24 am


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Joscelin glanced up and nodded slightly at Bereck and then M'ska. "Good luck," he muttered and drifted back to the other candidates, wrapping his emotions tightly and shoving them down. This was farce enough without him weeping in frustration. He straightened up as he walked, composed and ignored M'onk as he crossed the sands and joined the group gathered about Second Warden V'tyai. The first person who asked him about Kaelyandra was going to be curtly and sharply slapped with words to shut the hell up. It wasn't any of their business.


Stella narrowed her eyes but nodded, moving off with her partner to the eggs. She would keep her mouth closed if it meant not getting thrown from the sands. She didn't have to worry about Rev, her taller softer lover had caught the politics and knew better then to make too much of a fuss. She gave a nod to the green dragons and stood at attention at the edge of the eggs.
PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 11:04 am


Luck? Bereck gave Joscelin a tight smile that wasn't really a smile at all; what else could you say at a time like this? Not a lot. For his compassion Joscelin had gone up several notches in the healer's estimation... really quite a few in fact, from 'complete idiot' to 'decent human being'. Quite a lot of people around here weren't worthy of that label.

Much as he would have liked to go and take issue with the particular individual that sprang to mind for doing this to Kaelyandra and the candidates in general and his apprentices, it was Kaelyandra who needed him at the moment. This wasn't a task he had ever grown accustomed to, it seemed to fly in the face of all he stood for... and yet there was little else to be done. Riders who wanted to die after the loss of their dragon would find a way. Better that it was quick, painless, clean, and that they could die with dignity in private. M'onk might have paraded her agony in front of the candidates, but he wouldn't have the sick satisfaction of making her death a public spectacle.

As Joscelin departed Bereck moved into his place. "If you wish to go Weyrwoman, we shall take you to her. Brakiheth's children will be well cared for; Berath and Descanth will see to that, and many others," he said, softly echoing M'ska. Normally he would have called her by her name, and spoken about her as 'that arrogant woman' but today... today called for a little respect. He had known what he was coming to. There was a light little glass vial weighing down one of his vest pockets like lead. When you couldn't make somebody well, all you could do was try to take away the pain.

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 11:54 am


Jaykkial stuck with the candidates for now, growing ever more awake and ever more disgruntled. She wasn't about to blow her chance at Standing though. She'd done that already and for once she recognized the importance of being given another chance.

"These men are stupid aren't they Handsome?" She nuzzled her little flit affectionately, comforting the little yellow eyed creature. Her own eyes were focused on the clutch, or what she could see between the dragon and whers surrounding it. It's not like she hadn't seen a dragonless rider before. Jaykkial wouldn't put marks on it, but she'd bet if these kids were here at Wardens, they'd seen that and worse in their lifetimes (why were those babies crying in the back?). Pern wasn't sunshine and trundlebugs like the old stories told.

She liked being a guard though, as hard as it was. The physical demands suited her. The only thing missing from her life was a dragon and once she had that she could leave if she wanted to. No one would cripple HER beast. She'd kill them just for trying. It'd be like back at the Weyr. Play nice for a Turn, don't get caught, then once she's out of weyrling hood she could be gone if she wanted.
PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 4:19 pm


The first hand on her arm was met with an immediate response - Linfon jerked away, ripping her hand out of Rokana's grasp and shoving the man back with a snarl that was closer to wher than it was human. At her side, Linfonsk whirled, headbutting the man hard and coiling protectively around her rider. Linfon stared at Rokana with an expression that was momentarily devoid of anything but rage, and she trembled as she did...but then she stopped, turned away, her attention off him. He was nothing, his words not even registering in the guard's mind, but if he touched her again, she would make him wish he were dead.

When C'ross took her other arm, she didn't react as violently as she had to Rokana. She jerked away with a warning hiss, giving the brownrider a look that was outright venomous. There would be a reckoning for that one, all right. She had seen C'ross as one of the reasonable ones - an ally, someone to be trusted. Clearly, she had been mistaken.

And when she looked up again, there was C'tis. Standing with his hand on the pommel of his sword in clear threat.

So this was what it was going to be. No honor, no upholding of justice. There was no justice on the Sands, no justice at Warden's. Just the mob rule of dragonriders and their bronze despot. Linfon's expression grew grim as she regarded the riders (all of them men, she couldn't fail to notice). "This isn't right, and all of you know it," she said in a low voice, staring straight into C'tis's eyes because he had planted himself in front of her. "And blaming me for it -" Rokana didn't even get a glance, he wasn't worth the effort, "doesn't make any of you any less sick. I will not let this happen again. This is the last time anyone will make a spectacle of the work we strive to do here."

The words were quiet, deadly, a threat Linfon was perfectly aware she was delivering. But she didn't back down, moving only the slightest bits as she adjusted her stance until she was heavy in the sands, set and ready for anyone who might come at her. One hand drifted to Linfonsk's head and she stroked the green between her eye-ridges as she continued to watch C'tis's face. Linfonsk herself, impervious to the human incursion and what she regarded as whiny bullshit from Brask, simply stood curved around her handler, head low and wings flared. Violence hadn't worked, as pleasant as losing their tempers had been, but neither green nor handler was going to cede ground against this injustice.

Removing the pair without actually physically attacking them would be all but impossible.


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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 4:53 pm


C'tis stared back, lips pressing into a thin line but expression and stance otherwise unchanged. The only change in fact was the scarred blue firelizard who appeared on his shoulder to glare at their surroundings with vivid orange eyes.

There was a lot he would have liked to say, he would have liked to agree with her, but if he did then he might just tip the balance over into total chaos and.... Since when did he stand for order? Getting to where he was had been a desire for power, and to prove a point not because he had believed in the law or respected M'onk. There was another thing, he'd lose all he had if he went against the bronze rider.

It was a small comfort to his integrity he supposed that the selfish thought had come behind concern for the place he had made his home.

"The Weyrwoman is leaving. I think you ought to as well. Snarls and threats on the sands aren't doing any of us any good." As he stated his opinions C'tis' voice was uncharacteristically flat. He hated this situation, and the very thing he hated most he couldn't attack.



PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 7:43 pm


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Rokana stumbled back, near losing his footing in the loose dense sands. His hand pressed against his forehead as his face rippled with anger. The stupid beast. He drew his sword, but before he could strike a bronze streak snaked before him.

BRASK WARNED LINFONSK.
The words reverberated with rage as the bronze's lips rippled, eyes burning red as teeth bared. He swiped at the little, violent green as bloodlust bled from his mind. He would drag her from the sands. He would rip her limbs, and throw her, until she would never be able to reach the sands again. Brakesh's eyes went wide, and panic swelled. "Brask!" The name was barked, but her mind was muddied. The sheer force behind her wher's thoughts was almost enough to overtake her own, and the wher bucked beneath her command. BRASK WARNED STUPID, VIOLENT, LITTLE, GREEN. The wher roared, teeth bared. He couldn't have cared less about the guard. He couldn't have cared less about what was right and what was not. It was a rage that Brakesh had not seen since the day he had attacked a rider. The day she had fled to Warden's to ensure the safety of hers--and it frightened her. NO MORE. Brakesh could feel the way her wher sized up the green wher--He knew that he outweighed her in every manner of the word. He saw the violent little thing as no threat to anything but the eggs. He had given his warning, and he had been ignored, and now he demanded blood. Brakesh gritted her teeth, "BRASK, STOP NOW!' The wher froze, visibly seething. WEIGH YOUR LUCK, STUPID LITTLE GREEN, AND BE GREATFUL THAT MINE HAS KEPT YOUR BLOOD IN YOUR BODY. The wher's snarl curled to a smile, eluding to things to come. Inwardly, he prayed the wher pushed things further. He prayed she gave him a reason, and he prayed the stupid little green did so when his handler wasn't looking. Brakesh moved foreward with fevered steps, her own rage boiling in her mind, and all of it aimed at Linfon. "You get your a** of the sands NOW. You aren't welcomed here, and it would be wise to leave before M'onk puts you in the cell you deserve." How dare she. How dare that stupid woman let her wher put Brask back in danger. How dare she not control her beast around the eggs. Brakesh drew her sword, and pointed it directly at Linfon as she stood beside her seething bronze. "LEAVE."

Rokana could only stand back, and smile. Stupid wherhandlers. Always so heated. Still, he couldn't admit that there was any way he would have been more pleased with the outcome.


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PostPosted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 8:18 pm


Had the situation been different, Linfon would have welcomed the fight. But her quarrel, Linfonsk's quarrel - no. It wasn't with the wherhandlers. It was with the dragonriders. So though Linfonsk tensed at the roar, at the mental assault of the other wher, Linfon's hand on her head calmed her and kept her silent. Linfon herself paid neither Rokana nor Brakesh heed. This was not about them. They were of no consequence.

She would deal with them later, on her own terms, in her own territory.
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