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Post by D'gellin on Jun 30, 2008 21:33:48 GMT -5
((Calling Jermashi! :3))
Trilia, no doubt much like the other candidates, was greatly disenchanted by the choice of new Candidatemaster. At first the notion of her father in the position made her all too happy. He loved her so very much after all, so surely he would be lenient for his little girl. Or so Trilia thought. No doubt her current assignment was specifically chosen to give the girl an opportunity to apologize to her Weyrleader for speaking out of turn during the Analysis so long ago (An opportunity, mind you, that she would never give in to so long as she drew breath, much to Q'tris' distress). Trilia also wouldn't put it past her father to pair her up with someone that would be a good, patriotic influence on her. As if anyone could change her stubborn mind!
Trilia groaned unhappily as she dragged her feet down the hall. Armed only with her wits and her loyal brown fire-lizard, she was on her way to the last weyr on Pern she'd ever want to step foot in: M'kel's. Trilia was, after all, still quite certain that her Weyrleader was a cold-blooded murderer. What if he cornered her while she was innocently cleaning up the convicting evidence of his dastardly crimes? She gasped, hands involuntarily moving to her mouth as her eyes widened. Certainly that was why he'd requested help in the first place! Anyone could sweep up an untidy weyr, after all, but it was quite another thing to cover a crime scene. And what better way than to have someone else do it for you, then threaten them with their lives afterwords to keep the horrible secret?
A secret that Trilia was determined to bring into the open. Now walking with a new sense of determined purpose, she marched down the halls confidently. M'kel was crafty, but not inhuman. Everyone made mistakes after all, Trilia thought gleefully as she found the weyr she was looking for (after walking past it a few times in her distracted excitement). She automatically raised her small hand to knock first but hesitated, an idea striking her. What if she could find evidence without alerting M'kel to her presence? Oh she was on fire today! Trilia grinned as she hushed an equally enthused Ronin. "Just a peak." She whispered with a wink to the flitter on her shoulder. Taking a breath to brace herself for the horrors she might find within, Trilia very carefully poked her head into the weyr, wide eyes alert and anxious. She hadn't even stopped to consider where her chore partner might be.
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Post by M'kel on Jul 4, 2008 13:36:12 GMT -5
There was nothing better on all of Pern than a relaxing bath after a hard...morning of work. The Weyrleader had risen some time after dawn, pored over record hides detailing recent tithe inspections for a few candlemarks, then settled into the hot spring fed bath attached to his weyr. He was submerged up to his neck, eyes closed in utter relaxation, soaking in the heat much as Tirenth was doing on the weyr ledge.
After some enjoyment of this, though, M'kel recalled the visit Q'tris had warned him about today. The Candidatemaster had been searching for particular chores in which candidates could 'bond' of sorts, while aiding the Weyr. M'kel had been all too happy to offer his services. At least, he had been all too willing to suggest that a pair of candidates be sent to clean the Weyrleaders' weyr. Drudges usually completed such a task, but the bronzerider had convinced himself that whichever candidates were lucky enough to earn the chore would be extremely honoured even to set foot in the Weyrleaders' weyr. It was quite a noble act, on his part.
Reluctantly, the bronzerider opened his eyes and glanced around the bathing chamber. The candidates might be arriving shortly, and it would be best for him to be fully dressed when they did so. He didn't want the youngsters to get the wrong idea, after all!
Thus, M'kel scooped up some soapsand and a scrub brush and set to work, having left the actual cleaning part of the bath to last. He had nearly finished, straining to scrub the hardest-to-reach areas of his back, when the scrub brush fell into the water and promptly disappeared from sight. The Weyrleader gritted his teeth, suddenly anxious, for he couldn't tell the time in this inner chamber, and the candidates may be due to arrive any minute.
He began to grope blindly around the bottom of the pool with his hands, muttering under his breath all the while. "You think you're so funny, don't you," he hissed at the hidden brush, eyes intent on the bubble-filled water. "Well you're not going to get away with it, not going to embarrass me..." If he could just finish cleaning, dry off, and get clothed before the candidates arrived!
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Post by D'gellin on Jul 10, 2008 22:30:46 GMT -5
The weyr seemed innocent enough at least, Trilia thought as she crept farther in, one hand trailing along the wall. She crinckled her nose at some laundry, unable to tell if it was clean or dirty. She preferred not to find out. Her mission, after all, wasn't focused on cleanliness! It was focsued on binging out into the open what M'kel had been hiding all this time! It was as Trilia was peaking under the bedding for bodies that she heard a splash from the inner champer. She jolted, wide guilty eyes looking above the blankets warily. If someone came out, she reasoned, counting her options, she could just stand and say no one answered when she knocked. Pleased with this story, Trilia tip-toed to where the splashing, an ever increasing sound, was coming from.
Trilia automatically flattened herself against the wall at the sound of mutterings. She narrowed her eyes, trying to focus her ears on the low voice of what sounded like her Weyrleader. She covered her mouth with her hands once she realized what he was saying. He's torturing someone!! Trilia thought with alarm.
Her mind raced; what should she do? There were three options.
1) Get out and run as fast as she could
2) Get out and go find help, assuming he hadn't stashed the body away before she returned
3) Confront him before he hurt his poor victums any more.
It was her life or their life. Trilia deliberated for a moment, but the sound of more splashing empowered her to step through the doorway, fists clenched and expression indignant. "Stop! - eeeuuuuwww!!!" Trilia's determination was thwarted at the sight of a, ahem, naked M'kel. Fortunately, she averted her eyes before anything more than unclothed skin could be discerned. Her face burned and she realized she'd been caught. But she couldn't bring herself to look back up at him. "Um, right, sorry, cleaning!" She announced in a squeaky voice to the wall before making an about face and searching for something to occupy herself with, because her mind was reeling. Naked torture? By Faranth, this guy was sick!
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Post by Monkeyfuzz on Jul 30, 2008 8:54:22 GMT -5
Now this was a chore that he wouldn't really mind doing. Cleaning the Weyrleader's Weyr, a task that had to be done well and wouldn't be given to just any candidate. He didn't have an ego; but it did boost his self confidence a smidge. He pushed a strand of his hair out of his face, then kept his hands in his pockets as he walked down the path. It was a long walk to M'kel's weyr.
He heard that he was being partnered up with another candidate, but whom, he wasn't sure. If it's a girl... his thought trailed off and his four-hued eyes hardened. What use would a girl be cleaning up a MAN'S weyr? How ridiculous could that be? He noticed the weyr entrance and sped up a little. Hopefully he wasn't late, that would be not good and a tad embarrassing.
"Hello?" He called at the entrance, pausing and grasping the frame with a hand. He wasn't going to just barge in; what if he was busy with something? So he waited for a response. He had patience, he could wait.
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Post by D'gellin on Aug 2, 2008 1:17:47 GMT -5
Nerves addled, Trilia was picking up every garment she laid hands on and fell into a rhythmic, albeit clumsy, folding pattern. Her hands shook with every sound and her ears felt like they were being pulled back, focused as she was for signs of more torture. Instead, she heard an unfamiliar voice.
Eyes wide, Trilia fumbled with the tunic she'd been attempting to fold, not an altogether successful try considering menial work just wasn't her calling in life. (It was so much easier to lay out or hang up dresses. Why didn't men just wear those?) "Hello?" Trilia whispered back, afraid to talk too loud. So far she hadn't been dragged into some communal bath torture, but that didn't mean she shouldn't be cautious. But what a relief to know someone else was near! She dropped the tunic and trotted silently over to the door to find herself blinking up at a candidate whose name she couldn't place. But the face was familiar enough in passing. "Are you here for the chore too?" She asked softly, trying very hard not to look over her shoulder in case this was some kind of trap. Honestly, if this kept up she'd grow to be as stressed as her father!
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Post by Monkeyfuzz on Aug 2, 2008 13:51:05 GMT -5
He didn't have to wait long before a rather quiet, timid hello came back to him. He frowned; that certainly wasn't the Weyrleader's voice. Perhaps the other candidate assigned to this chore was already here. So he was late. Or at least, not first. Well, never the matter; it wouldn't hurt him all that bad, he guessed, for it seemed that M'kel wasn't there at the moment. Unless he'd already left. Then he was in trouble.
Jermashi, in his musings, was quite startled to see a rather young girl appear in front of him. He looked at her for a moment; maybe he had a visitor? But then, why would she answer his call and not him? But at her next statement he realized she was a candidate. A girl. A young girl. Who looked positively flustered and perhaps a little terrified. Certainly not of him; Jermashi was no where nears imposing. So...maybe because she was in the shadow of a bronze rider? That seemed quite realistic, petty little girl. Although he had to remind himself that she was still in the run for the gold, the candidate couldn't help but frown for a second before giving a slight sigh. She was young; he wouldn't yell at her. He was able to struggle out a smile to the poor thing.
"Yes, I am." He paused and leaned back on his heels for a moment. "I'm Jermashi." Another pause, this one accentuated with a frown. "Is M'kel here, or have you already started?" he questioned her easily, eyes refusing to peer into the Weyr further until he found out. He let his hands clasp behind his back, standing up straight, looking down at her curiously. Okay, perhaps he could be a tad imposing, but certainly not because of his slight figure.
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Post by D'gellin on Aug 4, 2008 21:11:46 GMT -5
A breath was let out that Trilia didn't realize she'd been holding. Good. If this young man was the other candidate, that meant she would no longer be alone. Facing a murderer was just slightly less terrifying while knowing she had back-up. Trilia gulped. Assuming Jermashi wasn't in on the whole thing as well. Or didn't feel some kind of twisted loyalty that would bind him to M'kel's side regardless. Trilia found herself struggling to keep her poker face; Them, the people who aligned themselves to the Weyrleaders' tyranny, would never believe what Trilia just knew. Her first and last attempt at convincing her Loyalist father hadn't been entirely successful. He'd checked her forehead for a fever.
When Jermashi offered his name, Trilia blinked back into focus. Right. Act natural! ...Right? She pursed her lips at his clipped tone, then amended herself with a smile. "My name's Trilia." She replied, offering a polite little nod of greeting. She was afraid to proffer a potentially trembling hand. And her smile almost faltered at Jermashi's inquiry about M'kel. "Well he's um...That is..." She floundered, tapping her finger-tips together meditatively as she glanced over her shoulder at the inner chamber. "Preoccupied." She blurted out, blinking her wide blue eyes innocently.
"I've already started." She added hastily, pointing at her misshapen pile of folded clothes across the room. If you'd be so kind as to sort the...er...articles into manageable categories, I can fold them. Once everything's out of the way, then we can get to the knitty-gritty stuff." She continued, easily falling into command, though she did still seem a little uneasy. Occasionally she'd pause, as though waiting to hear something but relaxing for just a fraction of a second after silence. Jermashi certainly wasn't the one she was intimidated by...
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