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 Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 6:48 am
Ai was not looking like a queenrider as she loped backstage, as it were. She was wearing nondescript garb- dirty and slightly torn. Not her usual riding uniform and definitely not the lovely green dress she wore for special occasions. Honestly, she didn't know why she brought that dress at all.
She wasn't even wearing her rider's knots.
Ai reminded her dragon, cooly. She was dressed so nondescriptly because she was going back to her roots. There were some drudges here- fewer than in most places because of prisoner labor, but there were jobs that prisoners were not trusted to do, but didn't need the limited supply of skilled workers.
Muttered Zamanateth unhappily.
Ai looked around. It was fairly empty here in the kitchens at this time of day. Prisoners sometimes helped here, she had learned, but there were backrooms where there were too many things they could use for other purposes. Like Dust. It was fairly empty at this time of day- she didn't want to come in at the peak times. She wanted to go with the flow, and it was better to be there already.
Zamanateth huffed angrily and paced near Ai's quarters.
she added at the incredulous fury from her dragon,
<... No, no stabbing will happen, my dear. Tell you what. I'll take you flying tomorrow at sunrise. How about it?>
Zamanateth had forgotten, but it was something that needed to be discussed.
<... Okay...> Zamanateth looked longingly at the sky. But a promise was a promise.
Ai, in the meantime, continued her investigation.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 1:50 pm
Jamarin was off-duty and hoping to have a snack and maybe catch a few rumors. There were always rumors in the backrooms, where the prisoners were bored and needed something to keep their mouth's busy while their hands worked.
But his timing was still off from his long absence, and clearly there was nobody around. Well, at least he could grab a snack, right? Nobody around meant unattended things like stale rolls and the like. And Jamarin wasn't saying no to that! He'd had far worse on his journeys and apparently he still had a seacrafter's stomach.
But today his search was fruitless.
"Well, Jamisk, looks like someone cleaned up in here. I'm shocked." he said quietly out loud. It was nice to hear his own voice. He might not be quite so alone anymore, but hearing was comforting. "You wouldn't happen to smell any food, would you"
Jamisk was tired. Guarding was long and boring and he'd been walking all day. Hunger was the last thing on his mind. He wanted to go home and laze with the fluffy dogs that Jam-handler's clutchmates were bonded to. Or not bonded? It was confusing. And Jamisk was so tired.
he said, uncharacteristically brief. He wanted to sleep so badly. His eyes kept drooping and he kept trying to nod off, but no he had to walk because Jam-handler was walking!
Jamarin sighed.
"Too much to hope for, huh." Well, he could use the nap himself. They had a shift that night, patrolling the Clinic zone, and it wouldn't do to fall asleep on the job.
But he wasn't about to give up yet. He spotted a drudge walking along. Oh! Finally! Someone.
"Hey. You." he said, walking up, "Any leftover food around here?" he didn't have to be polite. She was just an old drudge after all, "If theres any, bring me some, would you?"
Jamisk looked up sleepily and sniffed. He wanted to be home and asleep. New person could come later. Please?
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 6:46 am
Oh? What was this? A handler and his wher? She would have to get in character then! Ai had to admit this was fun. She crooked her back, put on the most dully neutral face she could muster, and brought out the most pathetic rasp she could. "I just arrived here sir" she crowed out, adding in a hacking cough for good measure, "But I'll look, sir" scuttling off in that particular flinching way. A grin flickered over Ai's face, hidden as she turned away from the handler and started fumbling about the tables and cabinets. It was a perfect opportunity to snoop a little, though she didn't know what she was hoping to find.
Zamanateth's voice crackled with glee and a vicious mirth. Ai could tell that the dragon was probably rolling around, laughing.
She opened up some more cabinets, trying to seem as scared and frantic as she would have been all those years ago.
No.
She would have been dulled, blunted, forever jaded and barely of use to anybody.
All normal cooking things. What was she expecting? Poison behind every door? Random pages of books? Notes from lost lovers?
And nothing to give the smiling young man. She scurried over to another table.
Ah. Some fruit, here in a crate.
She scurried over, pulling her act around her like a veil.
"Here sir, Here," she handed a piece of fruit to him.
Well now. What next. She couldn't have fun forever. She would have to actually start trying to find things out. Not just dancing around pretending to be a poor servant, fun as that might be.
But perhaps it would be best to have him have the first move, if at all. Let him think he was still in control. He would spill more that way.
"That is what you wanted, yes?"
It was hard for her to keep a straight face when she was making her voice creak like a rusty hinge, or some witch in the old tales.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 5:39 pm
Fruit? Was that all? Well s**t.
He took the fruit and bit into it, not bothering to thank her- and why should he? She was a drudge, and he didn't really care.
Jamisk followed, head drooping. Bed. Bed and maybe bath. Bath sounded good. He wanted a bath. Bed and warm places with yummy food. Buthe had to be awake until he was there.
Jamarin stopped. Something was off about the old lady that he couldn't quite place. He was too tired for it to register as more than a nudging back to pay attention.
"Was there really nothing else?" he asked, turning back to the old drudge incredulously. "No cold meatrolls? No abandoned sweetrolls? Nothing? Just fruit?"
He had to admit, he was hopeful. Turning back, he could see no reason why she should unnerve him. She was just a dirty old drudge-woman.
Jamisk, for his part, sleepily watched his handler. They were going soon, right?
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 6:19 pm
Ai smiled. She knew hungry young men- she had a few for sons.
"No sir" she hesitated, drawing it out a bit as she made herself as sly and shifty as possible. "Well... If y' make it worth m' while..." she kept the raspy cackle and even smiled a gaptoothed smile- courtesy of some ink she had used to make her disguise perfect. The ink tasted terrible, but it was worth it, even if she could only do this once.
"Could see what I can scrounge up, mm?"
she held her hand out, wiggling her fingers.
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