====September 14, 2013
====Dimitri, Nika, Renalde
====Dimitri finds himself ganged up on! Or walks right into a trap and then manages to insult Nika on top of it. Either way, the Candidate barracks have another bed filled.

Who Dimitri, Nika, Renalde
What Dimitri finds himself ganged up on! Or walks right into a trap and then manages to insult Nika on top of it. Either way, the Candidate barracks have another bed filled.
When There is 1 turn 2 months and 24 days until the 12th pass.
Where The Boardwalk

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Ancient-cut stone stretches broad, smoothed by the wind and the weather and the rain to create a boisterous center of commerce. Wood overlays stone in places, patterned and pretty, to attract the eye of those traversing the strip to particular vendors. Though not the size of the tremendous markets of the North, the boardwalk's offerings show the knowledge of ageless crafters: Smith contraptions, Herder-certified animals, Starcraft maps and Weaver textiles are only some of the things that may be purchased, among the spicy scents of beach food and the contrast of bright shells and dark stones from the shoreline.

It is a cloudy spring day on the boardwalk, the bustle of people in the morning fills the crisp air. They are the kind of people who are looking for the best quality at the best prices, as the crafter-merchants set up their booths for the day. The smell of fresh klah and freshly cooked food wafts on the sea breeze. And there is Nika, who slips from stall to stall, tip-toed peering over the counter into the contents inside. Barely noticed by most merchants, which is all the same to her as she studies the life of the people of the boardwalk. Eyes wide with wander, and the content smile of a student-of-life who is certainly getting her curiosity filled this morning. "What's that!" She points with amazement at something, the owner gives a good natured laugh and hands her a piece. "Here, go try it." All beams and waves for the man, Nika bounces over to a bench, perching not sitting, to explore her greasy little treasure.

It is work, not pleasure that brings the headman out and about on this the Southern's version of a beautiful day. Behind the man trails a trio of drudges, loaded down with bags of undetermined stuff. His gaze pauses on the little rider, never formally introduced to, but by now more than well know. "Eat too much of that and you'll end up unable to eat later rider."

But while some take being barely noticed for granted, others had to work at it. Dimitri seems to have it down to a T, moving through crowds like a fish through sea weed. A bump here, or there, possibly due to moving upstream as opposed to with most of the stall-visitors, doesn't much slow him down. When someone DOES look his way, he's all smiles! Apologetic? Possibly. Possibly not, by the way his hands are occasionally flitting to and from a pocket. But he seems to be in his element well enough - at least until… he catches sight of Renalde. Ugh. He looks like he might just attempt to blend into the crowd before - hey, a Nika, too! It is then that he leaves the horde of shoppers entirely, waaandering ever so silently, with hands behind his back, to approach Renalde and his minions from behind. Doot de doo. Nika gets but a single gesture, finger to lip. Shh.

"Too much? This is barely any!" The diminutive bluerider objects to the headman as she takes a hard sniff of the unidentified meat, it leaves some of its juicy goodness behind on her nose. "'Sides, how can you know that unless you've had too much yourself? I just wanna know what its like. How it tastes, how it feels going down the back of the throat." Entirely unconcerned with what animal it is actually made of. Dimitri is spotted, but she's in no mood for trouble, not today, today is her day and she wants to spend it nibbling on food that just might kill her later but is an experience now, and not listening to two people yell at each other. So as she holds the headman's gaze steady, she points her finger behind him at the stocking - whatever the heck Dimitri is right now.

A soft sigh from Renalde as he pulls a handkerchief, perfectly white an creased by the way, out of a pocket to offer to the small rider. "I did warn you." Her pointing and gaze behind him has him turning around, gaze hardening at Least Favorite Person's approach. "Boy." Disdain drops from the word in waterfalls.

Hello equally least favourite person. Dimitri slumps just ever so slightly at Nika pointing his way, but he recovers soon enough. The drudges are greeted first, with a stage-smile and a meager nod, before he starts to circle 'round the headman and over to the bench. "'Boy'! That's right." He decidedly fails to sit on the bench, instead leaning against its side with his arms crossed over his chest. But as if just to be contrary to Renalde, his expression is one made of CHEER and welcoming. So close to convincing were it not for the fact that Renalde should, by all accounts, know so much better. "You've gotta admire a man with the memory to remember the names of /everyone/ in an entire Weyr, eh, Nika?"

The napkin is taken, wiping gently at her nose and handed back, at least she doesn't snot in it, despite the fact she's on the bench looking a bit like a feral cat whose food is about to be taken from her, she dainty with the man's possessions. "Thanks, headman." She giggles at the man with a wink. As she bites into the substance. "DELICIOUS!" And the rest of it disappeared as it is shoved into her mouth. There is a moment as she considers Dimitri, her nose wrinkling up and she shakes her head, "Buff as nicf as a boy whoff.." She takes a moment to swallow, "Who remembers who he's supposed to salute." Oh Dimitri. Welcome to the wrath of Nika.

Ew, the handkerchief is taken back and placed into a pocket without Renalde ever touching the gross parts. The Look is turned on Dimitri. "I'm sure he was just about to get to that Rider." Renalde crosses his arms across his chest. "Otherwise, I do believe the ocean is just a stone's throw away." That's right Dimitri. Renalde heard you can't swim.

Oh how the tides have turned! Dimitri's confidence takes a hit, and it shows easily on his face in a twitch of eyebrows and a fleeting look from friend to— Renalde. "… Right. Silly me." Considerably less cheerful all of a sudden, he draws away from the bench, taking a step back and toward the crowds once more. With, it should be noted (!), a salute. His smile and the salute are a bit half-hearted (and oh so poorly executed), but they're there nonetheless. "Speaking of, I should leave you to your conversation, eh? So, uh. Back to business, I suppose." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, and prepares to turn and walk.

Nika hides her immediate regret behind her hands, which tug absently at her curls. It had to be done, right? Unable to make eye-contact with the younger male for a minute it is Renalde her doe-ish eyes find, oh sweet sadness as she blinks away any pooling water. Nothing to see here people. The headman's idea to throw the boy into the water, makes the joy explode from her again as she falls into giggles. "No the water, Renalde. Surely there is something worse we can do to him!" And just to show she's serious, or not serious - as the beams of laughter would indicate, she reaches out for the man's hand before he has time to leave. "Wait..don't go. Let us think of something horrible to do to you!"

Insta softening towards the small rider for the sadness in her face. He reaches out to pat a curly head a little, if she lets him. The boy however, gets no such softening. "Rider, how important do you believe family to be to this footloose child?"

A more genuine expression manages to find itself onto Dimitri's face when his hand is grabbed, gaze lowering to it as he stops in his tracks. But Renalde easily regains his attention. The performer straightens again, grin wide and smug. Mask back in place, and comfortably so. Though he continues only to Nika, his eyes stay on Renalde's. "Nika, I can come back if you'd like." Listen, he's even using his friendly, nice, calm voice. At least — until the end of the next sentence, when his tone more resembles the state of the fish in the stalls nearby. Cold, dead, pick one. "I'm sure the Headman has more important things to do than to busy himself with children."

"Wingleader." Nika corrects the headman with a giggle. Anything awful and horrible, that will be happening to her friend, will be approved by the bluerider. Of course, considering the revenege taken on others by the woman lately it could be rather awful. "His sister?" Nika's little nose wrinkles up at the idea of Cerise. "Well I'd say they're just about all the other had. They're super close! They just have a funny way of showing that they love each other." A pauses as she releases a curl to bounce wildly upward. "But he sure has a funny way of showing everyone how he feels."

Renalde takes the correction in stride. "Wingleader." His gaze is fixed on Dimitri now, and a small, not totally nice smile spreads across his lips."That is a shame he treats her poorly," Apparently renalde doesn't think his own actions towards the girl are at all unhittable. "I suppose the pair should spend more time together. Do you agree?" The drudges behind Renalde shift where they stand, looking at one another.

… Oh. OH. Oh no. Dimitri's eyebrows slant instantly upward as his smile just goes. "Oh yes," He makes a point of answering Renalde the moment the question is asked of Nika, pulling to get his hand free with sudden and newfound energy! Time to BOUNCE. Hell, he even sinks back a little like he's about to dart off into a sprint race. "I was actually just on my way to her again, I'll tell her—" The Bitran brogue slips into his voice like a foot into a well-worn shoe, "we've got a new stage, you should come look, some time, it's in the library, with the tree? We'll be spending LOTS of time there, and- You should see it- and, uh, it needs some things, so I'll just," There is a FRANTIC wave of hand that does absolutely nothing to make anything clear to anyone, but end up pointing toward the stalls again, "… Yeah? So, uh, nice speakin' to you, Headman, Nika, bothofyougoodbye." GOOD BYE.

It doesn't take long for Nika to catch up, and leap from her bench next to the headman whom she's grinning at wickedly. "Oh yes. I think some brother-sister time would certainly be good for them. Perhaps they could learn to communicate." The boys speech draws only gut grabbing giggles as she points at him, "You won't find her in your wagon Dimitri. But I can show you were she is!" She curls her little finger toward herself, "But you'll have to come with me!" Beaming softly, she wiggles her nose knowingly at the headman as she reaches into her pocket. "Only you're going to have to wear this!" And a white knot is thusly thrust toward Dimitri as she hops up close to him.

The grin has grown to a smirk as Nika shoves the knot at the boy. Renalde uncrosses his arms and moves to be behind the boy, ready to catch him if he runs.

Behold, Dimitri utterly and completely out of his element. With Renalde behind him, and Nika in front, what's he to do? … Wail, apparently, if only briefly, before his own hands SMACK onto his face and stop him. Shh. Bit conflicted. So he chooses to turn solely to Nika and give her the saddest of looks. The SADDEST, all slumped and pleading. He may pout. "Come on, Niks. I've been through this. It's not for me, I'd just take up space, dragons hate me and so do their riders, apart from you, come on. I'll prance around in a pink dress and heels again, instead, yeah?" There it is. The pout. THE POUT, NIKA. His eyebrows are IN on it, and they are very good at the sads.

Nika's face scrunches up at Dimitri's look, "At-man doesn't hate you, and I don't hate you. And At is a really good search dragon. You shouldn't insult him like that." Her teaney tiny temper rising. "Dimitri. You are the worst!" And the knot is unceremoniously tossed with all of her might against the man's chest. And with a turn of her heels she's sprinting back out into the crowd.

"Go tell Nora I'll be taking care of candidate business for the rest of the morning." Renalde orders the drudges. At least one of them gives Dimitri as sad face look before all three trundle away. Reaching forward Renalde scoops up the knot and ties it onto Dimitri, SHACKED. Then one strong hand closes around the back of his neck, squeezing gently for emphasis. "Why that rider cares for you I will never know." Renalde almost sounds a little upset as he shakes his head. "You'll not disappoint her boy, and come along without a complaint. When a rider claims you, you go. Walk boy." Renalde keeps his hand on Dimitri's neck and forces him foward into the weyr.

"Wingleader!" Dimitri corrects in an echo of Nika. He really should know better than to say anything else while he ducks down in reflex at the squeeze, though at least he knows better than to run. Only just. And he'll walk along, right where he's supposed to. He doesn't, apparently, know better than to oh so cheerfully whine in a walking contradiction of tone of voice and facial expression, "Have I told you how much I hate you? Every tiny little part of you? No? You're like rotten eggs wrapped in runnershit! Candidatescan'tbekickedooout!"


Candidate Barracks
Perhaps the safest place in the weyr, these barracks: the stonework here is old, perhaps as old as the weyr is itself, for the uncanny cleanliness of ancient stonecutters marks neat corners and perfect arches. Richly-lit by glowlight, tapestries reflect scenes of yore from the walls - dragons flaming, holders farming, and one particularly well-made that depicts the impression of a dark-haired girl to a light-toned gold dragonet, dripping and fierce. The barracks themselves are open-air, with not even a curtain to divide the space of male from female. Bunk-bed style cots line each wall, hammocks strung along the middle for those unfortunate enough to lack the privacy that an adjoining wall brings. There are privies in the back and locker-style item storage in the front, and one especially large table next to a book-case filled with basic Harper texts.

Renalde brings his mouth close to the ear of the boy and whispers queerly, the satisfied smirk all over his face.

There's a shudder from Dimitri as Renalde leans closer, though from the looks of it, it is probably primarily for visual effect. HHRGH. "No!" Oh, I'm sorry, was someone expecting a witty comeback from Dimitri, after what looked to be a carefully phrased question? NOPE. Maybe he is a child, after all. But one thing's for sure; he's not happy to be here again, all semi-defeated sneers and scoffs. He's missing his booze already.

One last shove and Renalde pushes the candidate into the barracks roughly. A serene smile replaces the smirk and he folds his arms satisfied before him. "I'm sure you remember the rules, no sex, no alcohol. Have fun boy." Renalde turns and leaves looking much much much too happy.

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