Who

Jesha, Evka

What

Jesha and Evka spar with dummies and talk Weyr Politics, misogyny and women's monthlies.

Mentions of Misogynist ideals and Women's Monthlies

When

-- On Pern --
It is 1:28 PM where you are.
It is afternoon of the twenty-fifth day of the sixth month of the seventeenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the twenty-fifth day of Summer and 100 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.
In Southern:
It is the twenty-fifth day of Winter and 57 degrees. Partly cloudy, the storm seems to be mostly gone with only the occasional short falls of rain painting the ground.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the twenty-fifth day of Winter and 12 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Where

Southern Weyr, Guard's HQ, Sparring Room

OOC Date 10 Jul 2019 06:00

 

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"Kinda sorta. I do like causin' trouble but I've never been part of ousting someone outright before or reaallllly goin' behind their back."


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Sparring Room

The sparring room of the guard barracks is wide and square, with a high vaulted ceiling. The floor is wooden, the stain and varnish long since worn off. All manner of weapon that one could imagine the Pernese training with line one wall, open use for those that are there for practice. There are also the expected punching bags and dummies, as well as padded mats to prevent anyone from busting their behind. Near the door a few benches are set out for a person to catch their breath. Sweat and body permeate the overall atmosphere.



Cue 'Eye of the Tiger', 'cause Jesha's on the scene. Stripped down for action in a tank and cut-off shorts, she's got a firelizard clinging to each ankle and a firelizard in each hand. There's one around her neck, too, but that one isn't being hefted into the air with high steps and rhythmic lifts. "One and two and Twitterface stop biting me and three and four." The old flitters seem content in their clinging, save for the ancient bronze in her left hand grip, chomping as it is on her wrist every time she lowers it. A thin sheen of sweat twinkles on her head. TIME TO GET SWOLE.

Evka is on her own way in to the training room, fresh for a workout of her own. Jesha's routine gets a look from the brownrider and she watches as she sets up for sparring with a dummy. "I think mine would tear me to shreds if I tried that." And they would too, feral little asshats…that she loves…dearly. She swears! Evka sits, wrapping her knuckles in thin strips of linen. She's got her eye on a workout dummy that's had a face crudely etched in… and they all know who it's meant to be.

"Whew! They're old as shit, so they mostly just deal with it 'cause they're all spoiled and they know it. G'wan now, guys. OW, come onnn, you're free." The dusty bronze gives one final chomp and, with a wheezy 'BEH', flies off to join his fair to nap in an out-of-the-way pile. Jesha waggles her hand irritably, then uses it to dab her forehead. "His teeth're all stubby now but man he still has that jaw strength. 50 some odd turns old? 60? Idunno. Hope I'm not in your way here. I'm doing what I can to be ultimate beefy." For sure, she flexes, and lo, there are muscles again in her spindly arms. Boom. Welcome to the gun show.

Evka shakes her head. "Not at all, I was just going to have a go at t hat old wooden twig over there." She waves at the defaced training dummy and continues wrapping her hands. "That's pretty old for a firelizard…" SHe looks rather shocked, but for a person in her twenties, well, getting that old is still a pipe dream, right? Right. Evka chuckles at Jesha's last and sighs. "I think you're not the only one, there's been a fair few of us here lately." Women feeling the need to prove themselves, and Evka amongst them. "You're more than welcome to join me, I don't mind."

This earns a double-thumbs up from the older brownrider. "Nice!" She fishes around in her pockets for a moment, then pulls out the wrapping that gets spun around her spotty hands. "Mmf. Yeh lotsa girl riders are - pfoo! Bleh! - getting squirrely, what with, uh, sssttuff." Jesha's speech muffles around the cloth that she tugs into a knot with her teeth. Briefly, she lets her tongue loll out in the universal 'icky!' face at the taste. "Dude's just straight up wrong 'bout things. Sadly I think if we put a face with a thin ole no-lip never smilin' smirky ass mouth on the dummy we'd get in trouble. Gotta use our playmagination." She flexes her fingers dangerously and pumps them into fists.

Evka can't help but laugh about that. "Not all of us are so imaginative. Did you see the dummy on the sands before it got removed? I'd like to buy that person a drink!" Evka stands and sends a couple of practice jabs at her training dummy and looks satisfied with the wrapping and her placement. "You're not wrong, that stuffy old bastard should be sent back to Telgar. But what can we really do about it?" Evka gives a frustrated shrug and sends another couple of jabs at the dummy, the sound of knuckles on wood ringing through the room.

Jesha is content to do a little shadowboxing, her eyes intent and her fists surprisingly true. "For real! I swear I almost woke the dragons laughing my butt off." She grins, puffing out a measured breath. "Trust me, I get completely creative when'm feelin' put upon by," Punch punch punch, real quickly, "Idiot men and their dumbass ideas of who's fit and who's not."

Evka gives Jesha a good lookover when the woman speaks her last. "You must be an old timer eh?" She'd trying to make an educated guess here, plenty of female oldtimers used to visit her caravan, she's noticed they all have a few of the same opinions and personality quirks. A few more blows go the dummy's way before Evka begins to watch that shadow boxing, an idea forming in her head.

"Hooo yeah," Jesha cackles breathlessly, giving a few more punches to the clearly offensive air that she's pugilizing. "Came from the 'Reaches, decided to join y'all up here to change things up. You from around here, I'm guessing?" Her arms drop, then start windmilling in a stretch. "You're a brownrider, yeah? Ev…ga? I swear there was a 'g' noise or a 'j' noise or sommat when you were a white-knot."

Evka nods as Jesha explains where she's from and shakes her head when Jesha assumes she's from Southern. "Nope, I'm a transplant. Was born in the desert out near Igen, and I'm form the nowtime." She drops her hands and stance to offer a handshake to Jesha. "Evka, shortened from Reveka, rider of brown Saetyroith. Well met." There's a bit of a look on Evka's face when Jesha mentions her being a white knot and waits for the woman to introduce herself in kind. Evka's good, but she ocassionally forgets a face. Happens when you deal with so many, and being Weyrsecond, she sees plenty of faces everyday.

Wiping the sweat off of her wrapped fingers on her pants first, Jesha gives a solid and practiced handshake. "Jesha, rider of brown Sevareth. Let's hear it for ladies on brown, woop woop!" We've decided not to care that raising the roof is slightly un-canon, because she's doing it after she releases Evka's hand. "Oh yeah, duh, you're the Second. How's THAT going?"

Evka has to laugh and make a victorious motion of her own at being female and a rider. As to Jesha's question…well, it recieves an eyeroll that could practically reach back to old earth. "Fine when Va'os was weyrleader…. this new one? Made it a living torture… I'm stuck doing hidework and changing the weyrs hypothetical dirty nappies." She turns back to the dummy and the punches laid upon it this time are less than pulled, the sound of bone on wood fills the air a time or two and Evka's shaking her hands after. "I don't think anyone should ask me my opinion of him… it may get me thrown in the brig."

"Here, I'll do it: fuck THAT guy," Jesha intones solemnly, dropping to the floor and stretching out her legs, reaching for her toes and grunting. "Dunno why Telgar sent us their garbage like this. Got half a mind to go out there and be like 'what's up with dude?'. I mean are they ALL mega weird about women? Is it, like, a brain psych… thing? Just wanna grab his shoulders and shake him and yell WHO HURT YOU until he gets that he's bein' unreasonable. Yeah, give us a smaller pool of potential riders durin' thread. THAT'S smart."

Evka shrugs. "Some traditionalists never change." Evka shakes her head and sighs. "It's ironic how close my caravan came to dying out because of traditionalists. And yet, even at the end, they would have had everything done by the old ways. It's a mindset, one taught and buried deep. I doubt we'll ever have a time when such archaic beliefs aren't enforeced in some way or another." Disgusting as said beliefs are. And it infuriates Evka.

"In another life, caravans always sounded all exciting-like. Seeing stuff only those that travel the tracks see. But then there's the sleepin' outside in crap ass weather part. Which one're you from? I only really know of the Chadeys and Zingari offhand. Dang, I wonder if Chadey's even still out there. They were from, y'know." Jesha clicks her tongue and jabs a thumb back over her shoulder to indicate the past.

Evka chuckles. "The ZIngari, I'm from the ZIngari." She doesn't look as if she recognizes the other caravan name. "There were the Reika, but they are gone more often than not." Evka grins, a bit of nostalgia taking over. "It was fun, and exciting, when we were on the road. Being tied to the weyr limits that though, so we weren't gone as often as some. OUr leader was smart ot stay where the profit is though."

Again with the thumbs up as Jesha brings her arm back to the front. "No doubt. The market there is MENTAL. There is SO much stuff I never thought would exist and didn't know I needed. You ever think 'bout going back to Igen? Though we definitely need ya here. We fighter ladies gotta stick together." Her generally giddy smile turns upside down, and her whole face wrinkles. "Though I ain't been allowed to fight. YET. I'm hopin' to get back up there if I can get released by Healers as able. Ugh I can't even imagine bein' forced to stay groundbound as a young rider. Just the worst. All 'cause, what, our tits gonna get in the way? Oh noo we're gonna get our monthlies all over the wiiiings!"

Evka looks quiet for a moment. "To visit? Sure. To live? Never. I can't ever go back there to live." There's a story behind that, but Evka doesn't seem willing to dive into it, in fact she brushes it off and moves on to the next topic, laughing when Jesha mentions monthlies. "All afraid o' a little blood, or that we're going to distract the men."

Jesha purses her lips and examines Evka's face with a thoughtful squint, but shrugs and carries on instead of asking any questions. "Titties gonna flop out and someone's gonna fly into a mountain or something. Don't… don't tell, but Lynx, they're hoping to sneak me back up. Gotta be able, but they're gonna try. Hoping his Lord Buttfaceleader blows a gasket." She makes a 'pow' noise, splaying her fingers out from her forehead. "Squeents squeents squeents skeet skeet." She makes little squirty noises while indicating falling liquid. "That'll be blood for sure." A pause. "Ehhh, that's a little far in my descriptiveness. Point being, if y'need help with the undermining, I am SO down."

Evka looks impressed. "Good for Lynx! I wish you luck in that and I'll keep you in mind." Evka slips up close, slips up real close and in Jesha's ear, lays a request. "Find a way to help us get more girls on the sands…or look the other way when a wildling refuses to tithe. Anything we can do to undermine him. ANYTHING." And then she's backing up. Whispering? What whispering? Evka hadn't heard whispering.

Jesha's lips curl into a grin that's positively feral, all teeth and dark plans. "Anything I can do, I will. Lotsa the riders 'round here don't really pay so much attention to me on the day to day," she murmurs under her breath, head still draped close to Evka's. "As for the wildlings, they ain't my concern. Everyone's gotta eat fair-like. Saw some shit a couple sevendays ago and… well, anything I can do."

Evka nods. "Aye, I'll most definitely keep that in mind." Evka lands a few more blows, maybe more than a few before she's stepping away for a drink and to re-wrap her hands. She waves at the dummy, leaving it open for Jesha to use if she likes. "Been part of a revolution before?" Evka raises a brow in question and drops her ragged wraps in her bag and picks up a new roll of linen.

"Kinda sorta. I do like causin' trouble but I've never been part of ousting someone outright before or reaallllly goin' behind their back." Pushing herself to her feet with a slight stagger, Jesha makes for the dummy, poking it testingly with the flat of her knuckles. "It's what's right, though. I'm way into that business. That dude just ain't right. What's Treista got to say 'bout things, anyway? She and I aren't strictly on talkin' terms as of yet. Kinda just been existing here for the last however many turns."

Evka slows in the wrapping of her knuckles as Jesha talks. "You got that right, there's something not right about him." Like the stick he's got shoved right up his ass. But Evka keeps that thought to herself. She shrugs when Jesha asks after Treista. "I don't know. She seems thick as thieves with the man, or at least lets him take the lead and says nothing. I don't have much to do with her and I get along a might better with the other Weyrwomen." To say the least. She doesn't brag about being besties with Amani, it doesn't do her any good in the long run. Connections are important, but not to be taken advantage of.

Jesha's fists make quick little pock-pocks on the dummy, a couple swift ones going to the head, ending with a wild roundhouse that, while it connects has her yelping in pain and waving her hand around, trailing cusses from a to z. "Dangit got all… hrfmmf. Amani really shoulda been… just argh. Crap. I wish I hadn't had my head up my own butt for so long, ignoring weyr politics. It's so much calmer that way, though."

Evka moves looking concerned. "Are you alright?!? Should I fetch a healer?" Anything about Amani is sort of forgotten in the wake of concern that washes over the Weyrsecond. "Perhaps you should sit a moment, that's a bit of an advanced move to use when trying to get back into fighting shape." Evka's all for it, but not for pushing one's self to injury!

Jesha cusses a few more times. "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm just… I'm so PISSED." She flumphs to the floor, still flopping her scraped hand around. "The whole feelin' powerless Thing. I'm sure y'get it. Though I should prooobably go rinse this off. These wraps are, uh, a lil gross." The sweaty, grimy things get pulled off. Once again with the hand waggling. "BLUGH I say." There goes the other hand wrap. And there go a few more cusses before she's staggering back to her feet. "You gonna be okay here? Send a firelizard if you got anything you need what with what we may or may not have discussed." WINK.

Evka nods at Jesha's first, totally understanding. As to rinsing injuries, yes please. "Aye, get it cleaned up and re-wrapped with some numbweed." She tries to help Jesha up but the woman manages and she straightens up. "Aye I'll be fine, been escaping here for awhile now. And I'll keep that in mind. Clear skies!" She'll watch until Jesha is out of sight and then it's back to punching for her, work off some of her own steam because she's pissed too.

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