Who

Luciana, Drex

What

A pair of Former Pirates are headed back to Black Rock to do some Technically Legal Not Niceness. But first to work through a few Differences.

Sarcasm

When

It is sunset of the sixteenth day of the eighth month of the ninth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Docks, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 09 Dec 2016 07:00

 

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"No second thoughts?"



Docks

In dark morn and dusky eve fog lies grim and humid against the still waters of Azov Sea. Only the noontime sun burns away the concealing clouds of man's height, revealing that which lies beneath the mist- an awe-inspiring stone pier that stretches far into the inland sea, to the east of the line of orderly boat-slips for the locals and larger, open spaces for transport ships. Fishermen are often as common as seagulls upon the pier's length in particular, ill-concealed and ill-clothed in the loose dun homespun of Southern's natives.


It's cold but it's not as miserable as it had been a few moments ago when the storm blew in. The rain has stopped for now but out here by the docks the wind still carries a good bite to it. Luciana's dressed against the worst of it, a pack slung over one shoulder as she stands by one of the less active piers. She occasionally looks about, on alert even if the number of folk milling about is low. It's an old habit and likely saved her skin many times and despite looking bored and lost in her thoughts as she gazes out over the waters again, it's evident enough she's waiting on someone.

It is very possible that she has been waiting quite a long time. It wasn't on PURPOSE that Drex was late, it was just … a lot of arguing about WHAT of his belongings were going to be returned to him. Of course, most of his possessions went down with the Disgrace, but what was with him when arrested, well, he wanted it back. Most of it they gave him. Minus the sword. It had become a big thing very quickly. Time-eating thing. So, it is very possible that Luciana has stood there for quite a while before the tap of boots on planks can be heard behind her, accompanied by a tuneless humming. Over coat smelling of dust is pulled tightly around the man, stiff from lack of use, but a sheath sword might be visible peaking out from the bottom flaps.

"And here I thought you weren't going to show and all my effort in freeing you would've been wasted with you pulling a runner on me," Luciana speaks with plenty of dry sarcasm and hardly turns her head to glance at Drex as he approaches. She saw him long ago and is in no apparent rush. It wasn't really that much effort in getting him out of that brig, either, but she likes to pretend. "No second thoughts?" she mutters, giving his choice of coat and the rest of his outfit a cursory look over. Eh, it'll do. Notably, she does not have her crossbow with her but that doesn't mean she isn't armed.

While he is tidy, all of his cloths were shabby now, still, they are his and therefore, he must wear them. Because they are his. And that is that. Literally owning nothing more than what he had now suddenly made ownership important. There is a light chuckle, while he does not know how she got him out, or even why he was in for so long, actions speak louder than words, "If you were really concerned about me not showing up, you would have met me at the brig." Drex smirks, then shrugs, "Besides, why would I run, my ship is wrecked, credentials doubtful, and there is no way the SeaCraft would hire me. You however, offer a job, hopefully pay, and entertainment to boot. I think I'm the winning party here."

Luciana smirks but there's a touch of amusement to her eyes, "There's work, for certain and some marks involved but carefully wagered for supplies and whatever else we'll need." Bribes, probably. Money talks, right? "Not sure on the entertainment part but that depends on you, I guess." They may not see eye to eye as to what 'entertainment' exactly is. She'll step closer, but only because the next words she speaks are ones that shouldn't be overheard. "We're going to Black Rock SeaHold. From what I've been told and have heard, it won't be safe."

Entertainment: Luciana now dances for a Weyrwoman, what's not entertaining about that? Black Rock? He was from Black Rock. Safe? Hmm. Drex is grinning now, "Sounds like lots of fun~" His tone is like that of honey, "I'd say that 'not safe' is normal, but hey, it's not like you are a tame one either." It might sound like he's going for flattery here, but the smile widens, "Oh wait, I forgot, on a Golden Leash, aren't you?" Miss Luciana, pressganger, pirate, kidnapper is working for a Gold Rider. It's delightful to Drex and in reality, after the deadly boredom of prison, he'd welcome as much unsafe as Black Rock can throw at them.

Probably best not to say she 'dances' out loud or folks may get the wrong idea here. Luciana gives Drex a sharp look, her mouth drawing into a grim and tight line, "This "fun" could get us killed," she bluntly points out. "Some folk might recognize us there. We're better to keep our heads down. Low profile. Try not to stir up too much shit or we might end up having to book it out of there," And hopefully all in one piece. She hasn't lived this long just to end up dead thanks to him. She rolls her eyes and moves right into a glare after that. "Don't make me regret getting you out of that brig, Drex!" she warns him. "I could have easily left you there to rot."

Drex laughs, hands up and takes a few steps back, "Okay! OKay! I'll be good! Relax Luci! It's fine!" Just not going to mention how very pale and blonde she is and how he does have a mope of very red hair and over all, the pair of them do not fit well in the same picture, especially in a place like Black Rock. Still, they knew how to do this sort of thing right? Hands move back into pockets and Drex's expression relaxes, "You have a life now and a lot to loose, I get it." He nods back toward the weyr, "All the same, just how much are you worth to those guys?" Is this a suicide mission? Is Luci cannon fodder?

Luciana continues to glare at him even as he steps back, eventually easing up but her gaze continues to hold a note of disbelief. "You're gonna have to learn to curb that or we really WILL end up dead," she mutters grimly. Poor Drex. Is he really okay with taking on a partnership with her? "What, and you don't have anything to lose? I'd have thought you'd prefer to be… I dunno… alive?" More sarcasm. At his glance back to the Weyr, she'll shrug. "No clue. Guess it depends on the information we gather, hmm? They're wanting names. Details. The usual stuff. Should be easy enough if we play our cards right."

"Of course life is preferable to death! But there is a level of realistic here that you are missing. I most certainly AM cannon fodder, even if you aren't." Why else would she pick him? After all, he was the criminal on paper and after mulling over the whole situation Drex had come to the concultion that if HE were Luciana, he'd have picked Him too. Because if things when wrong, Drex would be the easiest to take the fall for it. However, that she questioned in the first place gives the man a moment of pause. She couldn't have possibly chosen him for any other reason, right? "Easy stuff, then? The usual places then? Then they already know us!"

Luciana smirks, "You may be smarter than I'd assumed, Drex." Ouch? "I wouldn't say you're 'fodder', so much as I needed the muscle." That… doesn't sound very different or much of a compliment. She shrugs, "Folks get suspicious of a woman travelling alone. It'll be easier if I'm seen with you. Just," Now she points a warning finger at him. "Don't get any ideas OR carried away with that! We'll settle on our 'story' as we travel." She exhales heavily and runs a hand up and over her neck. "Yes and therein is our biggest problem. We could always disguise ourselves but even that isn't foolproof. I'm open to suggestion?"

Although he doesn't portray any annoyance, his first words certainly hint toward it: "Drudges." No one willingly wants to be a drudge for a few weeks, "They are invisible. No one cares or takes mind of them. Drudges go everywhere, do everything, the invisible force behind our society." Granted, there were not many drudges in Black Rock. "OR, we could go in as something so ridiculous no one would even think that we were anything other than true. LIke, a traveling puppet show? Or? Something?" Performers with makeup and hit each other with bludgeons sounded good as long as he was the one with a the club. Not going to say that out loud.

Neither suggestion sits well with Luciana and it's evident by the way she grimaces at Drex and crosses her arms over her chest. "Last one requires too much effort. Too easy to slip up." She doesn't have the finesse to go that far and she knows it. "Drudges… also tough. They've a certain behavior about them. Do you think you could be one for longer than a day?" There's a shake of her head. "I'd thought maybe cutting my hair, changing the color… dressing differently. Nondescript traveler. Easy enough to blend in? At least there. If we were going somewhere more remote I'd almost consider your drudge idea…"

There is no way that Drex could handle being a drudge for a long period. Nah, he'd talk off or stab someone or something. He knew it, but the suggestion was a quiet complaint. He was fodder here, but had no intention of fullfilling that purpose. "For you, but it's not like my hair would take color very well, unless it was black, and then I'm too pale to look convincing." There is another shrug, "Then again, it's nothing a permanent hat couldn't fix and if I got myself a cane, I could go as some injured who-ha who's unfortunately your traveling companion." This is said flatly, plus, canes are good for hitting people over the head with if one was lacking a club.

Luciana laughs gruffly, "Well, that's a start, at least? You've got enough of a smart-ass mouth that if you played that role, maybe most folks would just ignore the worst of what you spout off." She's somewhat teasing him here, to judge by the more relaxed half-smile she'll offer him next. "So we'll work on that next. We'll need to leave… and soon. Opted not to use a dragon rider for transport. Look more authentic if we arrive by regular means." Which means a lot of traveling for them, especially if they're working around Threadfall. Hopefully Drex wasn't expecting another day here in the Weyr?

Why one Pern would he want to stay here MORE? WILLINGLY? "Just some last things to check on-No, wait, I just got a life back, just kidding, let's get going." He returns the smile, the significance of her jokes well known to him after knowing her on the Disgrace. "I'll make a great old man some day and get to complain all I want, or a gimp, whatever, complaining can be my specialty!" Drex scoops up one of her bags and tosses it over his shoulder, "I could start practicing complaints if you want!"

Luciana sighs for his joking around and just shakes her head, "I'm going to say it again… don't push my patience!" Though really by now, Drex should know she's mostly just bluster and talk — at least with him. For now. She goes to protest him carrying the other bag, perfectly capable of doing it, only to leave it be and shrug her shoulders. "Damn it, don't you dare! Or I really will strangle you and throw your body into some ditch somewhere…" At this rate, they won't have any trouble selling themselves as just a common pair of bickering travelers. They're even close enough in age that some might assume they're a married pair. Won't that just be a hoot?

Drex clears his throat dramatically, as if about to put on a great performance, before his tone takes on a whining note, "Lllllluuuuucccciiiiiii! It's cold and I'm hungry and-" At the threat of a ditch he drops the act, pointing to the side of the road, "Awe, Luci, you're too kind to me! There's a nice one right here!" Although the night is darker now, the weather has been kind to them. The banter might continue as the pair makes their way down the road, the night will slip by with the miles and although there is still a long way to go before Black Rock, by morning, there is no sign that they had ever been there.

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