====September 18th, 2013
====L'ri, Jossua
==== L'ri and Jossua may or may not be lost. There may or may not be a Candidate knot at the end of the tunnel.

Who L'ri, Jossua
What L'ri and Jossua may or may not be lost. There may or may not be a Candidate knot at the end of the tunnel.
When There is 1 turn 2 months and 12 days until the 12th pass.
Where Feline Territory, Southern Weyr

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Feline Territory
The heart of the rainforest is more than the weight of so many trees, the impossibly thick fines that fall from the tops of the canopy, nor the jungle floor littered with detritus from the centuries the rainforest has made a home on the Southern Continent. The silence is eerie here, where not even the call of birds filters through the densely packed trees. The presence of something malevolent watching is easily felt here as anything that finds their way into these far reaches of the jungle would feel it necessary to 'run' from whatever it is that hunts these depths. Even Rukbat's light barely filters through, adding shadows and green-filtered light to further trick the eyes. Something deadly hunts here. A small stand of banyan, ficus and sandlewood trees grows here.


Rukbat is high in the sky on a bright and sunny day; which also unfortunately means that for a spring day, it is kind of WARM. And when it's WARM and HUMID, what's one of the last things you tend to want to do? Well, that would be to get lost in the jungle, of course! Which is normally unadviseable even under the best of circumstances. L'ri at least has his knife and a canteen of water; but to his lifemate's chagrin, he is lost. At least he's not late to drills or anything, having caught a rare bit of freetime, but undoubtedly he'll be missed sooner or later. Which is perhaps….why he is trying to get unlost. Fast. And before his absence is noticed. "Faranth fuck it." He swears suddenly. "Getting lost is not cool."

Sometimes, when one is lost, people are sent to go looking for one. Or maybe Jossua isn't on some kind of search mission, maybe he just so happens to be out here in the jungle at the exact. same. time. Sure, it's odd, sure it seems unlikely, but here he is! His hacking and slashing through the growth breaks the silence suddenly, he may have been coming for a while but the green was too thick to hear him until just now. He hears L'ri above it, somehow, and calls out, "Hello?" It isn't a confident and brave call, it's quiet, like he's not expecting anyone to actually answer.

Sometimes, when one is lost, people are sent to go looking for one. Or maybe Jossua isn't on some kind of search mission, maybe he just so happens to be out here in the jungle at the exact. same. time. Sure, it's odd, sure it seems unlikely, but here he is! His hacking and slashing through the growth breaks the silence suddenly, he may have been coming for a while but the green was too thick to hear him until just now. He hears L'ri above it, somehow, and calls out, "Hello?" It isn't a confident and brave call, it's quiet, like he's not expecting anyone to actually answer.

L'ri hears the slashing and hacking, but it's faint, as if it's off a ways yet from where he is. And then there's a voice, a disembodied voice and L'ri's reaction is one the Pernese should have a camera for. The brownrider laugh-yelps, when there's an actual voice, and turns in search of the invading person. Okay, so he's an invader too but! "Hello! Who's there? Can you…hear me?" It's a bemused question, one that's not quite sure of the answer. He's probably hearing things.

There is a quiet whisper of movement a ways off. It's probably just the other person. If there is indeed another person.

Hack, hack. Slash. Hack. "Yeah, I'm coming," says the voice, still quiet, the calmest thing ever. So what if he has no idea who else is out here? Jossua doesn't seem to care all too much. When he does finally appear, it's with a machete. Not a scary one, like for murders, but one for hacking though jungle. And he's wielding it, again, very calmly, like it's no big thang. After a brief pause he says, "Hi." And stands there, mmore than a little sweaty, with his little smile in place. "Are you lost?"

Murder-machete it may not be, but it's eyed suspiciously all the same! "Lost, why would I be lost, why d'you say that?" It's out of his mouth before he even really has time to think about the question, as if the thought of being lost is perhaps a bit embarrassing to the 'rider. "I…may've wandered a bit far." He finally agrees with a droll grin. "Who are you, then? I'm L'ri, bronze Cignalusath's." Blunt, but also polite in a sort of forthright way. "This place is…absolutely beautiful." And terrifying, but who was counting that?

"I don't know why you'd be lost, except you got lost. They told me to go look for a lost person in the jungle, so if you're lost you might be the person. But if you're not lost then you're not." Simple as that. He shrugs, too, and smiles amiably. "I'm Joss. And yeah. It's the best. Maybe that's why you got lost, you didn't wanna leave." Maybe. He takes the moment to look around at that very terrifying beauty, then abruptly says, "I think people have died in here though so it's weird."

L'ri very visibly winces at the older young man's words, and runs a hand through his hair. "Well, did they mention the name of the lost person perhaps I'm not the lost person at all!" He laughs a touch nervously, and then shrugs. "It could be me, but it could also…not be. I haven't seen anyone else, but!" The news that people have died in here gets a frown from the bronzer, and he rubs the back of his neck perhaps a touch nervously. "Have they now. I hadn't heard that yet. Joss, you said your name was? How old are you?"

Some shubbery rustles over on the other side of that fallen tree over there.

"They might not have. But I think I heard someone say once that someone died. I dunno." Back to L'ri, Jossua lifting his eyebrows and letting the hand with the machete drift lower since he doesn't need to go hacking anything more for now. "Joss, yeah. I'm twenty two. How old are you?" Since they're playing this game now. The rustling draws his attention away again and that machete might hike up just a hair. "Did you hear that?"

"You don't look it." L'ri observes absent-mindedly, eying the other from. "Where're you from?" But then there's rustling, and the bronzer's frowning, perhaps backing up a step or two. "I'm seventeen. Decided 'twas a good idea to explore while Cig was preoccupied with his shinies." And now is a good time to start doublethinking that! While not the machete that Jossua has, L'ri still draws his boot-knife just in case he needs it. "Joss, I think we should perhaps go." The rustling has put him on edge, and…instead of doing the smart thing, and heading the way Jossua came from…he heads towards a foliage tunnel.

That hiss could be a couple of different things. Neither of them good.

Either brave or stupid, Jossua stands his ground for a beat longer after L'ri's smart decision to leave, his eyes narrowing slightly. But then even he can't resist the urge to turn tail, whatever that is is more than either of them would be able to handle, surely. But he's backing up instead, just in case, which means he isn't really watching where they're heading into, which is probably a bad thing. "Maybe we should run," he suggests in that odd, calm voice. But he doesn't, run that is.

The hissing has definitely unnerved L'ri past his comfort zone, and although he'd like to be back in his weyr with his lifemate…there's this little thing called getting out of the jungle ALIVE in his way! "Well, y'know the jungle, don'tcha? Where'd we run to?" L'ri is definitely not someone who makes a habit of adventuring within the jungles depths. Getting out of here seems as good an idea to him as anything, however!

hiisssssssssSSSSSSSSSSgrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrr. The hissing transforms from a hiss to a growl, a low rumbly noise. Which could only mean one thing. The brush rustles again, in the vague area the hiss-growling eminates from.

On that note Jossua turns to look at L'ri and utters the following words of Doom. "I don't know the jungle." And he delivers them with the same kind of 'duh' tone in his voice that someone might reserve for telling another someone about how the sky is blue. "But I think we should go…" A quick glance around bring a particular patch of green into view and he points with the machete. "That way." And just in time for that next round of rustling and hissing. His eyes widen and he makes haste! Any plant in the way is going to be disposed of with a quick and merciless hack or slash.

Were faceplanting a Pernese thing, L'ri'd probably faceplant at those words. "They sent someone who doesn't know th'jungle t'find someone in th'jungle!?" There's a distinct note of disbelief in the teen's words, although for the most part he hides his dismay pretty well! "That way? Then let's go!" He follows right after Jossua, perhaps hoping that big knife and littler knife will scare whatever the creature is off!

Jossua disappears into the heavy undergrowth, running for his life!

A growl echoes throughout the thick jungle, sending you running the opposite way! RUN, RUN, RUN!!

Your foot slips hiking through the underbrush, causing you to scramble, clinging to a nearby banyan tree when you hear an ominous rustling sound!

Twisting turning…. Is there no end to this pathway?

Your foot slips hiking through the underbrush, causing you to scramble, clinging to a nearby banyan tree when you hear an ominous rustling sound!


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Turquoise Pools
Such beauty! Water the color of pure turquoise reflects the filtered light of Rukbat that comes through the small opening of the upper canopy; surrounded on all sides by lush greenery, the jungle stream tumbles into the brilliantly colored waters of the pool creating a waterfall that refracts the light into giving a near-constant, imperfect rainbow. The stream continues on, long past these hidden pools of turquoise, leaving behind the crown jewel of Southern's getaway spots. The spray of water from the small waterfall mists the rocks, and at some point in the centuries that Southern has been inhabited a quaint stone bridge was built to span the width of the small pools. Vines and jungle growth further add to the sense of seclusion, surrounded on all sides by nothing but nature. A small stand of bamboo and palm trees grows here.


Finally! After the sounds of small rocks sliding and bouncing, the groans that come from the effort of squeezing through a tight, tiny tunnel… L'ri emerges into the tiny mouth of the tunnel, where the heat of the sands can very much be felt!

Eventually, after much charging through the green, Jossua's swings hit empty air and he stops in case anyone's around he might accidentally hit with that big sharp thing. "Huh," he states, ever so eloquently, and wanders further into this bright and beautiful space. "Everything's so shiny." Assuming of course that L'ri is actually behind him at this point.

It's not until a few moments after he's followed Jossua out into the light that L'ri even bothers to glance around, too busy glancing behind them to actually want to risk paying attention to anything else. "I don't think it followed…" He says, turning at Jossua's words. "Oh look at you, you're magnificent." He breathes upon seeing the scenery, eyes widening in delight. "I wonder if Cig would be able to get down here…" An easier escape route is perhaps his line of thinking. "We might as well poke about a bit, ey old chap?" He flashes a companionable grin at Jossua, perhaps assuming this adventure has made them PALS, and walks toward the bridge with intent curiosity writ on his face.

Turns out Jossua is an easily made pal, proven when he grins and slides his machete home into a sheath that hangs from a belt aroun his waist. "Might as well," he agrees, following along towards that bridge. "Look at this place," he adds, walking the bridge with slow, meandering steps. "Someone built this." Duh.

"Built it well, too." L'ri agrees easily enough, tapping at he side of the bridge with a foot. "Cig's trying to find us. He'll give us a lift out'f here if he can get to us." It's added as a sort of afterthought, as if it's something only minorly important. As if something hadn't just tried to KILL them. But then, he is a teenager, he probably lives for the testosterone of it all! "'S someplace pretty." He says with a quick little grin. "Even if I do say so m'self. I bet the girls would love it here."

"Mmhm," Jossua agrees to that agreement, news of their imminent pickup met with a quick, somewhat distracted nod. "Okay." He's about as nonchalant about the doom that almost met with them only moments ago, so what, they're invincible anyway, and only when L'ri makes that last remark does he grin again and ask, "Oh yeah? All of 'em?" Every single one?

"Well, maybe I'm thinkin'f one in particular," the bronzer admits with only a touch of sheepishness to him. "But she's up in Igen, not sure how willing she'd be t'even come down here'n'visit." Because they're not a couple or anything, they're just friends. Or something like that. "Anyway that's not important. You're pretty good in a high pressure situation." Joss is considered for a hard moment and then! "How'bout this, friend. We get unlost, I get ya a Candidate knot?"

"Yeah? What's that one's name. Why wouldn't she come? Doesn't she like you back?" Because things in Jossua's world are that simple, maybe, or maybe he just thinks they should be. He stops on that request, stares at L'ri for a moment, then shrugs and says, "Okay." It's just that easy. With a grin, "If we get unlost," he adds, just so they're clear.

"Her name's Ixtli. I dunno, but I hope she will." Aw, has L'ri got an actual fondness for a girl that's not…well, one of the girls from home? When Jossua stops and stares at his request, he grins at the other, older guy. "Y'might've saved my hide t'day." And that's all he gives by way of explanation. After a moment's consideration, he points in that direction. "Maybe Cig'll be able to get to us over this way? C'mon, lets find out. I'm losing my fascination for th'jungle f'today." And he strides right on off back toward the jungle!


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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.


Eventually they get unlost enough for Cignalusath to find them, and when this happens, L'ri is ALL TOO HAPPY to simply….deliver Jossua straight to the Candidate Barracks as soon as he's recovered a white knot from someone random. "Here y'go. Dunno if y'haven't been a Candidate before, but th'rules are obey the rules, no booze, no sex, make sure y'have a robe on time for the hatching so on and so forth. If y'have any questions ask anyone already here." He flashes a grin at his newfound friend, and adds, "good luck."


Subject: At The End Of The Tunnel…

…was a Candidate knot!

Or at least there would have been if there had actually BEEN a tunnel. Well, I guess you could perhaps maybe say that there was indeed a sort of ending of a tunnel in sight when L'ri and Jossua finally stumbled out of the jungle after a harrowing adventure! Neither really knowing the jungle all that well stumbled into an uncomfortable situation and according to some, are luck to have escaped!

But who's luckier? When they finally made it back to the weyr proper, L'ri promptly escorted Jossua to the Candidate Barracks after locating one of those shiny white knots!

Congratulate Jossua - or offer him your condolences for losing chances with the ladies for a while!


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