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 Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 9:40 pm
"You know, W'ten, there are much easier ways to shut me up. I only talk when I've got nothing better to do with my mouth." Cordel was clearly too busy to flirt with. Brownrider, on the other hand? Perfect target. If he was going to keep attempting to torment him with the healer, than the wingsecond would keep attempting to scandalize W'ten. Of course, his roommate could always just give in and actually kiss him, but K'em was fairly certain Faroth would catch a Queen before that day came.
I could actually catch a Queen, you know. I just choose not to! A low voice rumbled through his head. K'em just grinned to himself. The word Precisely floated back to the grumpy dragon and the conversation was over. About to irritate W'ten further, the brownrider was cut off by a sharp poke to the back.
Cursing a blue streak, the brunette whipped around to glare daggers at Cordel. "Yeah, that hurt. If you could not do that again, that'd be cool. It's just a little cut, so you don't need to worry about it too much. And there aren't any other injuries, W'ten's just getting touchy because he wants alone time with his new toy." Yeah, that's right. He saw how it was. "Just the nose and the cuts and the bruises. No big deal."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 10:15 pm
K'em would be hard pressed to scandalize W'ten, especially when they were only in the company of Cordel. The Healer was well aware of the brownrider's overactive sex drive, and thus would probably ignore most of the flirting that went on around him (and he seemed to ignore most of the flirting directed at him too, which was an added bonus). Thus, K'em was really only making a fool of himself in front of the two people who were probably his best friends. Of course there was always the slight chance that Cordel would feel the need to use anything that went on in his office as potential blackmail, but W'ten was sure he could enforce strict regulation about confidentiality of patients. There was always a regulation smack down when he needed one.
"Are you implying that you will close your mouth once it is filled with something?" The brownrider was somewhat absentminded, still looking at his precious book while fending off K'em's verbal assault. It was rather like fighting with one hand tied behind his back really, but his roommate was barely trying. "If you require sustenance I am sure Prala will go down to the kitchen to fetch you something. Or perhaps I should ask him to catch a fish. I am sure he would be very pleased to bring you a raw fish to eat, since you are so desperate for something in your mouth." Prala had learned to fish during those endless hours of fishing that W'ten and K'em had spent on Kaieth's back. The little blue was quite good at it, and was very happy to trade his fish for a sausage. If K'em kept it up he might find himself with a lapful of minnows caught especially for him by Prala.
W'ten did not appreciate the touchy comment, nor was he entirely pleased by Cordel's suspicions but those were nothing new. "I believe you are the Healer, Cordel. I am certain that even your apprentice could assess a patient with obvious external injuries from outdoor activities. I hardly think I should have to tell you where he is injured. You can utilize your current method of poking and prodding until he swears. It seems to give you good results."
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:22 pm
Of course, not having anyone to actually gossip with/at certainly helped Cordel keep secrets. Well, except for La, but she was pretty familiar with K’em’s habit anyway. There was a reason why the Healer had only learned of his supposed trysts with K’em long after everyone else had heard about them. It was horrible to be the last to learn about one’s own romantic life.
“You know, I’m pretty certain that there’s something that could be used as a gag somewhere around here,” Cordel offered. It was unclear if he was offering a gag for W’ten or K’em. Either way would suit him well enough, really. “And it hurts because its infected, K’em. Didn’t the Healer tell you to check back in a day or so?” Cordel rinsed his hands briefly in redwort before applying some to the wound, trying to be careful. “Even small scratches can lead to big infections.”
No. Wait. Now he definitely wanted to gag W’ten and leave him out for Cheoth and Favan. Nearly as bad as Thread, but the damage would go on for a lot longer. But… well, Cordel had learned a thing or two about handling W’ten. Keeping a lid on his temper, he pointed out the obvious: “Well, yes, I could just poke him until he swears. It’s a lot more fun than just asking, but asking is faster. Isn’t that the logical step?”
Actually, threatening to stuff K’em full of fish wasn’t very logical at all, considering the man’s delicate stomach, but Cordel kept that back. If W’ten didn’t know about the Wingsecond’s dietary problems, then K’em probably didn’t want him to know.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:34 pm
K'em gave W'ten a dirty look. "If you send your firelizard for fish, I swear to you, W'ten, I will fill your boots, your cot and your desk with every sharding fish I can find." He wanted to play like that? Fine. The brownrider fought the urge to shy away from Cordel's touch while he spoke; wincing would only make the healer think it was worse than it actually was.
"Gag? You kinky b*****d, Cordel," K'em replied. "Where'd you get one of those, anyways? From Caysine?" A wicked smile. Yeah, he'd be willing to put marks that's where it came from. Anything interesting about Cordel usually had to do with the women who ate six or so turns of his life. "I mean, we could always try. I'll try anything twice. But you have to promise me dinner after," the brownrider prattled on, voice singsong.
"And as for you, W'ten, you're really getting quite cranky. All you have to do is stand there and look good! So really, you're hardly doing anything at all. Maybe you just need to get some." K'em wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm sure we could make you feel better."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:32 pm
W'ten might have been one of the few riders who didn't openly admit to being nervous around Favan. This was probably because he was so used to having emotional dialogue spewed at him – courtesy of Cordel – that he was precisely 98.4 percent sure that he could out logic Favan. That, or he could just logic her until she threw her hands up in the air and conceded defeat. Unlike Cordel, Favan had not had the pleasure of his company, and wouldn't have had as much experience dealing with his logic. Thus, he would hit her in the weak point for an instant K.O. Or so he thought. But he wasn't eager to test out the theory. One K'em would probably put him in a position to test it out, and he was content to wait. There were some places that man did not boldly go.
"The faster way is not always the most logical, Healer Cordel. Not to mention your patient is clearly capable of speech, so the logical course of action is to ask him about the location of his injuries. And if he is known for being dishonest, or at the very least having a 46.7 percent chance of telling an untruth, your 'poke and prod' method seems to be the most effective." W'ten didn't feel the need to add that he only disclosed K'em's injuries when the other brownrider was needling him, since that would have sounded petty. Nevertheless, he was generally only inclined to help the Healer when it was beneficial to him as well. However there was that book... "However, if you are implying that you would like my assistance in exchange for your gift then perhaps I could be of use."
Turning back to K'em, he raised both of his eyebrows. So it was going to be like that was it? "I wish you good luck in that endeavour, since if I recall correctly, your successful catch rate was a mere 16.33 percent. It is a pity that you have not trained Orion to aid you in your cause, since you will need at least 37 fish to fill my desk." The brownrider was still operating in a very illogical frame of mind, which was rather disappointing to W'ten. He did enjoy a good verbal spar, especially since K'em rarely told him he needed to get laid during one of them. "Your usage of a first person plural pronoun is most unspecific. To whom do you refer?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 6:18 pm
Maybe it was just exhaustion thinking for Cordel here, or maybe he was still a little affected by the flight and the trip between, but the Healer could have sworn that W’ten just admitted that he was right. Or something like it. He glared suspiciously at W’ten for several seconds before patching up K’em. He had said that asking was fastest and W’ten… agreed? Shards. Even when the man agreed, he still had people scrambling for the alternative. “Hm? No. It’s a gift. I’m sure you know what the word means, W’ten. If you don’t, I’m sure there’s a dictionary in the Archives.”
That is, if W’ten hadn’t already eaten it yet. He winced at the mention of Caysine’s name since he was only just barely getting over that. “…K’em? Remember that conversation we had about good ideas and bad ideas? Well, here’s another bad idea for the column; mentioning my ex-girlfriend, especially when I’m within poking distance of your nose.” It was definitely one of Cordel’s more mild threats, which was probably enough to get the message across.
“There’s nothing that can be done for your broken nose, by the way, short of breaking and resetting it again. Somehow, I doubt that’ll appeal to you.” It briefly occurred to him that neither W’ten or K’em had actually asked him if he had gotten Master rank or not. Since he was trying to be more positive, he decided this was because they both simply assumed he would get it.
Or because their dragons had asked someone else, but that wasn’t nearly as flattering for his ego.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 4:42 pm
K'em had to seriously think about that option. As painful as rebreaking and resetting sounded, the brownrider was having some serious issues with the idea of being permanently disfigured for the rest of his life. Yes, disfigured. A broken nose was definitely among the more noticeable facial deformities and the wingsecond was going to be incredibly ruffled if his latest injury put a hitch in his flow of one-night stands. It's not like they came for his charming personality, after all.
"Actually, W'ten, it would take 42 fish to fill your desk," he retorted, one corner of his lip upturned as he commented on W'ten's remark. "I counted." He had no idea if that was true, but it sounded pretty good and it'd give his friend something to chew on for a moment so he could deal with Cordel and his empty threats. Because while Cordel poking his nose would be very unpleasant, he might actually break it and reset it, and K'em would never have to ask. Because K'em wouldn't ask, but if Cordel would just do it, that'd be fabulous. If he didn't, he could just b***h about it, K'em supposed, but that wouldn't fix the jagged break where a smooth line should be.
"You shouldn't threaten your patients, Cordel, that's not professional." The brownrider tossed his head to the side, trying to catch Cordel's gaze. "Especially being a Master and all. Is that how you want to ring in your new title, being all unprofessional? And to think, I even got you something from that bronzerider who talks funny." Even if Cordel did drink too much. It was easier trying to supervise, anyways, than ban completely.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:03 pm
W'ten gave Cordel a look that clearly said 'I have been more intimate with the Archives' dictionary than you were with your previous girlfriend.' Just because some people didn't aspire to be better than just mediocre in the language they spoke every day didn't mean the brownrider had to lower his standards. Besides, how was he supposed to know the Healer was giving him a gift? It would almost be incorrect to classify them as friends. For all he knew it could have been bribery for his loyalty. Though that might be too logical for the Healer. It was hard to judge Cordel's ability to think reasonably sometimes.
The brownrider's eyes narrowed a fraction when K'em declared that it would take 42 fish to fill his desk. It was clear he was lying when he said he counted – K'em could not catch that many fish even if he really wanted – but correcting W'ten's mental math wasn't something he did on a regular basis. That left him two options. The first was that his friend was simply "messing with him." The second was that he was wrong. Despite the fact that the chances of him being wrong were very, very low, W'ten's brow furrowed as he did the mental math again. Nope, still right. "No, 42 is the incorrect answer, no matter how much you enjoy antagonizing me. I have much better things to do than deal with your abysmal math skills." He had a book to read, thank you very much. "If you will excuse me, Masterhealer, I will return to my weyr." With a final inclination of his head, W'ten turned on his heel and strode out. Prala remained long enough to give Tribble a good-bye trill and then flew off after his master.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 9:40 am
Cordel translated W’ten’s look to mean, ‘don’t you dare judge my eating habits’. Which then led to some awkward staring as the Healer wondered if the Brownrider did eat books. Eventually, he decided that was just plain stupid: W’ten would never destroy knowledge. That would eliminate the possibility that he might one day be able to shove a book at someone else, thus proving them stupid. On the bright side, K’em and W’ten had both finally acknowledged something. The fact that Cordel had a Master rank now.
“That was a statement of fact and not a threat, K’em. If I were threatening you, I’d, I dunno… wave around some needlethorn. Or possibly just smile a lot. Amazing how nervous people can get when you just smile at them.” Or maybe it was just Cordel’s grin. Healers could be amazingly frightening people, especially around each other. Cordel was about to try one now, but it turned into a genuine smile at K’em’s words. Wait, K’em had gotten him a drink? Or was there some other funny-talking Bronzerider? “What, really? Did you really?”
W’ten got a brief nod in return. “Good bye, Brownrider.” Hey, if W’ten could be all formal and stuffy, then so could Cordel.
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