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 Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 8:14 pm
Ralke was sure this could work.
...Possibly.
He had managed to hook a bucket full of ice cold water over a door so that when the next person came in through the door it would be sent crashing down onto them. One of the oldest tricks in the book! Now, all he had to do was convince someone to help him out.
Ralke had created a bit of a reputation for himself over the past few turns. Everyone watched their backs and the ground when they traveled by his side. He was a bit of a prankster, sure, but everyone needed a good laugh once in a while. And to fall onto their a**.
All the participant needed to do was invite someone into the room for some innocuous reason and the trap was set. Except for the fact that no one particularly possible in his plans had come his way for the past fifteen minutes.
"It's water for shell's sake. Not dragon droppings, you deadglows," he muttered to himself.
Walking a bit away from the intended door way, the black-haired male finally spotted someone who might be able to help him.
"Bachi, mate, are you busy?" He asked, lazy grin broadening on his face.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 11:25 am
There were words Bachi liked to use for people like Ralke: too much time. Not that this was a bad thing, but Bachi was always busy trying to scrape together every ounce of free time he could between chores and other responsibilities.
Here was Ralke, grinning like an idiot and Bachi found himself grinning too.
The real answer? Yes. He was always busy. Who wasn't in this Weyr? "No," was his response.
Knowing Ralke well enough, or of his reputation at least, there was automatic suspicion written on his features shortly thereafter, however. "Don't try any prank pulling on me," he advised and squared up his shoulders before he warily walked the rest of the way to the young man.
"What?" The grin had since vanished to be replaced by a scowl; it was the best one he could manage despite his curiousity. He would not end up as troublesome as Ralke, no matter how fun it could be sometimes. He tried to stay out of trouble, but there were some things to which you just couldn't say no. Ralke was very often one of those things.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 8:57 am
Ignoring the negative expression on Bachi's face, Ralke pushed his hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall of the hallway behind him. His grin didn't abate, but only widened to show his canine teeth when the other participant acknowledged that he wasn't, in fact, too busy to help.
"Oh, no. No pranks for your benefit, but I was wondering if I could..." he paused, deciding upon the right wording, "convince you to help a lad out. You see, no one seems to trust me anymore." Ralke deplored, but his eyes still held their mischievous glint in their gray depths.
He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head towards the doorway.
"It's not even too horrible. Ask someone to walk with you, motion them through the door in front of you, and SPLASH! Ralke, one hundred, Ista Weyr, negative ten."
Hooting with laughter, the Candidate let the moment pass before widening his eyes a bit.
"So, you'll help?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 2:27 pm
If he could. . .? Bachi waited for the magic words and wasn't at all surprised when he heard them.
"No wonder there," he grunted and folded his arms tightly against his body. His eyes did not leave Ralke for a second, just in case, but he listened.
He was going to soak an innocent and then keep some sort of score over it. "This is dumb," he told Ralke pointedly.
"It doesn't matter who?" If he could convince someone he disliked, or even someone he didn't even know, it would work out the best. Ralke wouldn't care who it was, and there were definitely a few people Bachi wouldn't mind seeing water dumped on.
Kella, for one, but he didn't think he'd have much luck getting her here.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 3:53 pm
He mused a moment and then shook his head no. Ralke didn't mind who was the victim of his silly, childish prank. Just that it came to fruition, one way or another. Really, he just wanted to see someone realize their trusting idiocy once more during the day.
"Of course it's stupid. Why else would I enjoy it so much?" Laughing at his own quirk, the young man pushed himself off the wall and clapped his hands together merrily.
"Now. Do you know anyone who wouldn't mind taking a stroll with you, down what was a previously considered deserted hallway, Bachi, my dear bachelor?" Raising his brows at the end of the sentence, Ralke chuckled.
"Any persons of the female or male variety, if I may be so bold?"
[[So. Are we going for 'haha' silly or 'omfg, run. now.' ridiculous. And then Bachi attempting to beat Ralke's face in? ;D]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:05 pm
(( Up to you. Surprise me. ))
Bachi ingored the bachelor comment. Ralke was a bachelor too, in all sense, and so he didn't take it to heart. It was just Ralke being stupid as per usual.
"I'll be back before a mark is down on your candle." He grinned at Ralke. Well, so much for staying out of trouble.
Looking over Ralke's shoulder and past him, Bachi determined that he could manage this little stunt. If nothing else, he would succeed where Ralke had failed since the man had apparently lost the trust of everyone in the Weyr.
Offering no other words, Bachi turned back in the direction he had come and headed down to an area he was fairly sure would have good foot traffic.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:11 pm
"No, Feonlin, I can't finance that." Ever relaxed, Avery barely paid attention to the anxious girl trailing behind her, her thoughts instead on the stables she'd be heading to shortly.
"But, Avery, I swear I'll pay you ba--" She was cut off by the wave of a dismissive gloved hand and the curly-haired young woman spoke, tone brisk.
"You were three sevendays late on your last loan, and your brother still owes me a quartermark, now, if you can get him to..." Trailing off as she caught sight of a dark-skinned boy, she shook her head. "We'll speak later. Bachi!"
A raised voice and the brunette caught up to the boy. He looked like he was in the middle of something, so her tone was cursorily polite. "Are you busy?" They still had that mark to discuss, after all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:34 pm
There was that question again.
He paused and made the effort to face her, however. "Sort of," he answered and his brain started clicking things into place.
This was the girl who had accused him of being a cheat and had then progressed to punch him. She'd do just fine.
"Why?"
That was the bait; he was hoping he could work this into his favour.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:39 pm
"I want to speak with you, if I may, about the mark incident." She raised her brows. The girl had a good idea of who had slipped Bachi the bad mark, and wanted to confirm it, as well as get her good mark back from him.
"It should only take a moment or two." That silky smile and she seemed to expect him to agree and speak with her somewhere that was not an open corridor.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:46 pm
Again?!
"Okay," he told her. If she wanted to have a nice chat, he was sure he couldn't manage to give her that for a few steps or two before it rained inside the Weyr.
He put his hand to the back of his neck for a moment before dropping it and uttering, "Uhm, this way." He had such tact! Glancing back to make sure she was following, he started back towards the direction he remembered Ralke being.
"This passageway has been deserted for a while," he pointed out and stepped to the side to let her go first. Gentlemanly of him, in theory.
There was no way she would suspect a thing!
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:56 pm
Avery gave Bachi a weird look as she passed him, nodding. After all, the girl had been a Candidate here longer than he, she knew which halls were used and which weren't. Odd boy. One couldn't quite tell if he was just nervous in general, or if it was for a specific reason.
It wasn't long before she came to a door, and a glance to Bachi told her that he intended on going through. Shaking her head at his strange behavior [she was unafraid, after all, she'd beaten him up once before!], the brunette put a hand on the knife strapped to her thigh and gently pushed open the door.
A loud noise caused her to jump to the side, startled, causing only part of the intended water to drop onto her very nice clothing. It was cold, she froze in surprised anger and, jaw tightening, she was about to shout at Bachi when she saw the boy waiting before her.
"Ral.Ke." The name was ground out quietly between her teeth and she raised her hazel eyes to meet his.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:17 pm
Practically squealing in delight, the dark-haired boy heard the noises out in the corridor and nearly danced with excitement. Oh, boy, he was going to enjoy this. He could hear Bachi waving in the female before him and thought he might have recognized the voice, but then the water splashed and all conversation stopped.
And then Ralke noticed who Bachi had brought forth to prank.
His face dropped considerably and his Adam's apple bobbed several times as he attempted to swallow.
...Avery.
His life was officially over. Trying to create some distance between himself and his younger sister's more than terrifying, threatening, brawling, scary-as-shards, roommate, Ralke backed up more than a few paces until his back touched up against a wall.
A faint, dying mewling noise erupted from his throat before he managed to stammer in a voice more than several octaves higher than normal.
"A-a-a-avery. What a sur-sur-surpise! Bachi, what a p***k. Pra-pra-pra-pranking you like that!"
[[Geeze, Indu. Can'tcha' get enough of me, otherwise?]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:28 pm
Bachi shrugged as she gave him a weird look, and then followed along behind Avery. He slowed down in the last few steps, not wanting to get oversplash, and then glory rained down.
He couldn't help but to grin madly when he saw her startle and try to move out of the way. She was moderately successful, and it was only because of this that Bachi kept himself from laughing out loud. All his teeth were showing, however, and he stepped forwards to see how bad the damage was.
It was then the accusations started.
"I can't even reach the top of the door!" Bachi shouted from the other side of Avery. He was more than happy to mislead and have all the blame go on Ralke.
This was the best day of his life. Well, maybe second best. Third? It was a good day.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:32 pm
Avery didn't shout, no, instead that hand tightened on the hilt of her blade, jaw tight as she shook her head once, droplets of water shooting in all directions from her curls.
"I am going to make your lives a living hell as long as you remain in my weyr." Her tone was dark, quiet and clipped. She seemed to be making a business decision, stating a fact rather than vengeance.
She pointed at Ralke. "You know what that means." She didn't bother to look at Bachi as he made excuses, holding up same finger at him. "Step away from me before I harm you."
Avery was not a happy camper.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:43 pm
Whimpering in his little corner, Ralke was prepared to handle the situation in such a way that he wouldn't look like a simpering deadglow. Hopefully.
But then Bachi stabbed him in the back!
"You were the one who-" Stammers bound to some other realm for the moment, Ralke was only able to get that much of a return accusation out before Avery silenced him with her threats.
Shards. This didn't seem to be his best day.
Avery was being scary. Again. Why did Bachi have to find this horrible woman, out of all the others who resided and moved about the Weyr daily. The Candidate mentioned their previously stated... agreement concerning his sister and Ralke paled severely. There was no reason to bring her into this! His feelings for Rawni nearly presided over those that told him to curl up into a ball and cover his ears with his hands.
But it didn't.
Hoping that Bachi would stand up to Avery, the dark-haired male didn't make a peep, but widened his eyes again in the other boy's direction.
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