Who

Talya, A'ndi, Vani, D'ex, Zl'an, Zynth, Taliveth, Caelisth

What

Talya wants a Jacket (Or Not), D'ex wants Canvas (Instantly), A'ndi wants to not be stolen from (By Friends), Zl'an is Ignored, and Vani would like some food (And Perhaps for People to be Less Stupid).

Mild Cussing, Theft, Bad Friendships

When

It is afternoon of the sixteenth day of the sixth month of the twelfth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Boardwalk, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 14 Nov 2017 07:00

 

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Hands up if you're surprised D'ex buys his company!

On a different continent!



Boardwalk

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 the sixteenth 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.


Talya did not really think things through when she ran away from home. Which those around her at the Weaver's table are now well aware of from her increasing frustrated voice. "How is someone supposed to survive on that sort of outrageous pricing? What's this made out of, wherry?" She plucks at the proferred leathers, studying them thoroughly with a frown. The Weaver is given a lookover, as if assessing if their clothes would be better suited to her. "Got anything in blue like what you're wearing?" While she's putting the Weaver through plenty of work to find something, her eyes glance up to the sky as if daring it for another rainfall. She already looks decently wet, tucking her hands into her jacket to keep them warmer. The young woman wasn't giving up that easily on new clothes. "Lined with anything warmer than this?" And so on as the Crafter displays more stock.

There is something electric about the air after a storm. Something wild and fresh. Something that makes the sea twist and flow in unpredictable ways, sure, not the wild writhing of the storm itself, but still contianing that loose spirit. The still-dark sky will become momentarily darker as wide, sharp wings appear and blot out the sun for a heartbeat. The thin, ultra-blue sillogette is almost skeletal, Zynth's lean frame twisting in the air before turning on a dime and diving. The Blue pulls up before he hits the water, wings wide as he lands on the sands just below the Boardwalk. Fast, efficient, elegant. Wings fold and boots drop into the sand, completely without cerimony or the flare of his dragon's entrance, D'ex is up the steps to the Boardwalk, already pulling a purse of coin out of his pocket. Weaver. Weaver. Weaver. Had to find a-Look! It's a weaver! "Yo! You! Please tell me you have a few rolls of cream cloth! I will buy all of it!" Oh, was there a person in line here? D'ex's eyes slide over Tayla without stopping, and again fix on the Weaver. "Cream. Now."

It would be a lie to say that the blue dragon landing didn't suddenly catch Talya's attention. Her dark eyes were entranced by the arrival. She wasn't as amazed, having seen them plenty of times in her life, but they were much more integrated into life at the Weyr than the occasional passerby at the Seahold. She has no shame in sizing up the bluerider that joins her, resting just a bit too long on his coin purse. "Forgot what other people look like, rider? This is one in front of you. Before you. Wait your turn, she's helping me first. Something thicker than that," Talya says the last to the Weaver when they find the latest request. She barely gives it a passing glance, ready to send her back into the search. She's now standing a little straighter and less like a drowned mutt, making sure she inserts herself directly in front of the bluerider to get the Weaver's best attention.

Zynth settles into the damn sand, whirling eyes locked on his rider and stall, wings fold in delicatly, determined to enjoy the show. "Lady, I am on a time limit and a schedule." D'ex doesn't even look at her as she speaks, eyes now behind the weaver, shifting over boxes of wears. "If where ever it is you have to be in the next half an hour is more important than my schedule, then-" As Talya steps in front of him, blocking his veiw of both the table and all the things behind it, D'ex's words stop short. "MISS! I realize that whatever you are getting is probebly very important to you, but I have an emergancy! I need as much cream canvas as this nice lady has to sell me and I think that your coat can wait five more minutes!" Rather than physically moving her, D'ex steps to the side, leaning over the table in hopes of finding a bolt of what he needed, oblivious of any distress that this argueing might be causing the Weaver.

"Learn to do your shopping on your time off then, if you have such a strict busy schedule," Talya says with a yawn, completely uninterested. "From what I've seen, riders manage to get at least some time to rest their poor weary bones between Thread and… all of that other stuff." She waves her hand back to the Weyr where the busy lives of riders do their day to day training and dragon caretaking (as far as she understands it). Unfortunately she does not have the height or girth to really keep the rider away from the table, though she tries at first, if only to call out some other request to the Weaver. There was no doubt the poor Crafter was having a crisis. "What does a dragonrider need with as much canvas as they have available for an emergency? Do you need to put them on your dragon and sail him across the ocean to rescue a poor drowned ship?"

"If I had known I needed it, I would have scheduled shopping in! But I didn't know!" He hisses softly in frustration as the Weaver seems to deem Tayla the nicer customer and continues working on her request. "I have a cat at my weyr who is ripping up everything and it's either that I skin it, or A'ndi buys replacements because it's his cat!" No, actually it is Taliveth's cat, and A'ndi doesn't know he's buying replacements yet. But if you ask Zynth, it's Zynth's cat. As the Weaver continues to ignore him, D'ex tosses a glare at Talya, "Who the hell buys coats in Southern? Winter is almost over." His eyes fall to the coats still on the table and scoops one up to hold up toward Talya, tone dropping to a far more pleasant tenor, a false smile spreading across his face, "Here, this one is nice! Compliments your complection and will surely keep out the wet. How about I get you this one, and you and your nice ass shoo? Huh?"

Talya actually takes a step back, not out of respect to give him the chance to get what he needs but more like she needed to get a better look at him. Maybe that will make sense of the words coming out of his mouth. "A cat." She says it as if trying to get the man to realize just how crazy that sounded. "Did you ever think to find a different home for the cat? Doesn't have to be buy canvas or skin it. Kind of extreme." When he starts judging her on her own choices, she raises her shoulders up in defense and closes the gap she made earlier. "You're a big bad dragonrider, there are other places other than Southern. Anyway, at this rate this jacket is going to be rags." She glares down at the garment he chose. "And so you're colorblind too? Nothing is free, what do want out of it?" But before she can hear his answer, she makes sure to add to the Crafter. "Hear that, nice lady, this bluerider is now shopping for me too. Sounds liek it'll be on his tab, and make it that one dark one with the pretty designs on it and the burdenbeast fur lining. Nice and warm like in High Reaches."

From just below the boardwalk, Zynth rumbles quietly, pulling D'ex's attention for a moment. Whatever the Blue has said will be dismissed, D'ex's attentino snapping back to the Weaver and rival customer. "It has another home! I'm cat-sitting and it is going to be a dead cat if something doesn't change before I go on sweeps." As stupid as it might be, D'ex's world is currently being ripped to shreds by the cat's existance in his weyr rather than where it should be. "I want you to leave." He replaces his picked coat away, pausing slightly at the words 'High Reaches'. Eyes shift to the price tag on Talya's chosen coat, and although the coin purse he is currently sporting is not his own, he winces. Okay, okay, sorry A'ndi, but this one is expensive. "Fine! Lovely! Now! Cream Canvas! A whole bolt!" Very expensive.

Talya's attention flickers to the dragon itself— was that fear in her eyes for a brief moment? She is antagonizing a rider after all, and they usually came with big dragons with big teeth. "Perhaps the cat is merely retaliating for being screamed at all the time. Can you blame it?" she points out to the wound up rider. Her lips finally quirk upwards, the hint of a victorious smile, when the correct jacket is procured for her. Nice, warm, /dry/ jacket. Who cares if it was the end of Winter, she was going to be the warmest person in these final days. If she knew it was this A'ndi's marks instead and not the rider in front of her, she may have felt guilty. She feels the new leathers with her hand, humming in concentration as if she would change her mind. "Well, you know…" she starts in a teasing manner. For one, she is not leaving and following the bluerider's wishes. "If this cat is still with you, it's just going to tear up whatever it is you are replacing with a bunch of … cream cloth. Wouldn't it be easier to have the cat have its wicked way with your things and then replace it once its gone?"

Again, D'ex hisses, all attempts to be agreeable melting away. Cream Canvas, that's all he wants. While he catches that flicker in her, he is not going to ask Zynth to do something impressive, mostly because Zynth would refuse purly because someone asked. Coins are counted out onto the stall as the Weaver starts looking through the canvas bolts avalible. "If it responded to yelling, then perhaps. It's not like it responds to anything. Carrot nor stick, the thing is evil." Or D'ex is biased. The rider goes tense at Tayla's shift in manner, scowl returning in full, "No. The cat is going back to where it belongs, and I can't function with everything broken. Don't you have somewhere else that requires you? Don't you have some other stall to hold people up at?"

Talya had no intention of leaving this new entertainment. Being difficult with the Weaver was one thing when she had few marks to her name and nothing yet to barter with. She throws the new jacket over her shoulders, covering up the damp older one beneath it. "Have you tried being kind to it? I hear the creatures like that." Her eyes slide over to the direction of the blue dragon. "Or maybe it's hungry." She noticed the just how skinny that dragon was when it was flying overhead earlier. "The only thing I set out to do was acquire some warmer clothes. It is not like I have anything to exchange for anything else. Well, I guess I do now have this nice jacket if it comes down to it." It may fetch a nice price. She fingers the fine material with a smirk as she walks around to the other side of the table. Giving the man plenty of room now, but making sure she's still well in his line of sight as she eyes the exchange of coin.

"Being Nice to it would just encourge it." Finally the cream canvas is produced, not a full bolt, but close enough that D'ex will take it. He starts counting out the rest of the payment required as the weaver starts to bind up the bolt for easy travel. "Hell would I know if it was hungry, it's not like it eats when food is offered to it." It is a cat, afterall. "Perhaps you should find something else to busy yourself with." Zynth starts to rise from the sands, shaking himself slightly and in one smooth bound, is up on the boardwalk and sidling down it. The Boardwalk is not built for dragons, however Zynth is not particularly big. His movements are confident and light, despite his mass, wings held loosly at his sides. D'ex notes the hungry look given to the marks, however Zynth's arrival has him turning and frowning, "Let's not break anything, kay? Watch your tail." But D'ex is ignored, the blue's full attention on the girl. The sharp head weaves down, though not lowering quite to Tayla's level, there is no doubt who those whirling eyes are locked on. The touch is soft, a chill, not unlike High Reaches, and a slight dance of snow. Little flakes of white flicker down from a sky that is forever winter, the smell of pine and time that has been frozen. Words, soft, but ammused, far from the high emotion that his rider ran on, « Did you have a Name? ».

"And there's one of your problems," Talya points out so matter-of-factly, it's like she is certain that all the problems with the cat stem from the bluerider's lack of compassion. "I've already found something else I can busy myself with. You know you look like someone my dad was friends with back home." The complete turn in conversation suddenly makes her study the man even more, even shuffle closer than she had been before. If only she can place him… if only she can distract the Weaver. The marks are there… But just as suddenly she puts her arms behind her, gripping them together to discourage any other behavior. If there was something more on her mind about his resemblance, however, it is suddenly lost to the blue dragon on the Boardwalk. "Whoa, okay, is he allowed to do that? I ain't paying back for the jacket, I don't have that kind of coin on me," she adds hastily as she backs away from the rider with her hands raised in front of her. She gives an involuntary shiver then remains rooted to the floor. "I think he spoke to me," she replies to the rider instead as her first instinct, for once actually looking apologetic for her behavior. And then realizing what the words asked, she replied rather slowly. "… Talya. Why does he want to know my name?" The last is asked of the rider, hands still up in front chest of her as if she were under arrest. Show she has no weapons or means harm. She didn't steal those marks.

D'ex makes no comment about his possible familuarity to her, but shrugs, "He can do whatever he likes, if no one is going to stop him." He picks up his bolt of cloth, he wasn't going to stop Zynth. "It's rude to talk like he's not here, if he's talking to you, talk back. He can hear you. Ey, Zynth, why do you care about a little lady who wants coats for spring?" She didn't steal the marks? Oh, well Zynth is marginally sorry for interuppting her. « That is a nice name. Are you a passer-through? » His mind expands, forests and mountains, streaching out to include D'ex in his words, « I am interested in the Little Lady and prefer to have names to think of a person as, if the person has a name to share. Hello, Talya. I am Zynth. »

Talya opens her mouth to direct the next comment yet again to D'ex, then closes it. She regards the dragon that was right in front of them but still seems to be talking to his rider, as if this is the compromise she will do. At least she brings down her hands, realizing that the blue wasn't thinking she was doing something wrong. Yet. "Well, ain't it rude to talk to a rider's dragon or something too?" She's having a dilemma here. Her eyes move between the two of them. "Hello, Zynth," she finally decides, this time full attention to the blue. She doesn't look past his head though. "I'm not sure. Trying to find work here in the Weyr, or else I'm just going to be passing through I suppose." To the rider, she turns her body just a little his way so that he knew she was speaking to him. "That sure is weird and I am not sure if I should feel violated. But he sure is friendlier than you. What's his name, anyway?" This last question is asked of Zynth, since she may as well know. It wasn't like she thought the rider was ever going to offer.

« Mine is D'ex. You should look for work at the Tipsy Kitten. They would tip you well, if you know your liquor. » The conflict only amuses Zynth all the more, his attention never wavering. D'ex will only snort, "It's only violating if he starts sorting through your emotions and memories. But that's rude as well, so he won't." Because he is nice and polite like that. The less nice and polite of them, frowns slightly, D'ex picks up the bolt of cloth and walks over to Zynth. The Blue crouches down so that D'ex can start securing the cloth to his straps. "If you want a job, perhaps you should maybe go start looking rather than wasting away the marks you don't have on coats you won't use in a seven or two?" « D'ex. Polite. »

It is mid-day and the boardwalk is currently being paused as a blue dragon crouches in the middle of the Weaver-craft section. D'ex's usual temper has simmered slightly, though the damage likly still being wrecked upon his frunicher curtisy of Fish, is likely still happening. As the rider secures a bolt of cream canvas cloth, Zynth's attention is fixed on a newcomer sporting a lovely leather coat, complete with needlework and newly bought with money that was perhaps, not D'ex's. In fact, it was definatly not D'ex's. And cat-sitting is clearly not happening if D'ex is here. However, on the upside, Tayla has not stolen anything. Yet.

Talya looks shocked at the thought, putting a hand to her head as if to prevent the dragon from doing so. She is not going to take the rider's word for it, even if the dragon has been nothing but cordial to her as soon as he entered the conversation. Even if it did shake her up a bit. "Uh, thanks Zynth. Not sure if it's my kind of work. Was thinking more along the line of something dealing less with people." You know, if she was going to get tips on Weyr life and who's hiring, she may as well take advantage of that though a dragon is a questionable source, that may or may not be mind probing her right then. She glances at the Weaver, having forgotten about her previous victim. There's nothing left for her to do there, and she steps away from the table to move on. Towards the bluerider. His words make her bristle, and she isn't going to let him off that easily. His wish was for her to leave and she was sticking closer, even the fear of dragon bites is gone. She lifts her chin up proudly and this time slips her arms into a jacket. "You're right, I shouldn't be wasting marks I don't have. Good thing they weren't mine. I think I made out well for a day of not looking for a job, don't you?" She even goes so far as to nustle snugly into the warmth of the fur lining. So luxorious.

Oh, what's the noise in the distance, back on the beach? ThumpthumpthUMPTHUMP. D'ex might even recognize the sound of that gallumphing, off-balance gait by now. A dark, bulky brown goes thundering along the sand, bugling for all and sundry to hear. But it's to any gathered dragons he speaks, « I'M RUNNING! HEY GUYS! LOOK! LOOK I'M RUNNING! CAELISTH, RUN WITH ME! » Taliveth is really excited about it. Back on the boardwalk, A'ndi is meandering along with Caelisth's rider, hands shoved grumpily in his pockets. "I didn't forget, it just wasn't a good day for it. Everyone's sick up there right now. They wouldn't even let me stay. Look, next time we have time off, we will definitely go look at the flowers, okay?" The brownrider's gaze shifts to the direction of food, and he tries to change the subject, "Anyway. What do you want to eat? Can we go somewhere cheap?" becaaaauuuuuse there was some money missing from his weyr dundundunnnnnn. … he hasn't seen you yet D'ex, RUN. RUUUUUUUN

« You have wings for a reason » Caelisth answers the call to romp like a floofy puppeh, tongue flapping in the wind, with the common sense it deserves. Although there is affection still sprinkled liberally through out her galaxies for her rusted brother, as she follows more sedately. "Food is free in the living caverns." The common sense continues even as Vani pulls on the collar of her jacket. But she does look about for something more tempting than fish stew. And almost immediately spots that big blue ass on the boardwalk. "Some people…" She jerks her head towards Zynth. "Although you're still a bigger asshole for trying that excuse… 'everyone's sick…'" Cue the eye-roll.

"Where you not leaving yet? Damn girl, even if you have nothing to do, I am still on a schedule!" D'ex tightens the last of the straps and turns to face Talya, "Go around interfering with my business and being rude to my dra-" « She was not being rude on purpose, were you? I'm sure that there are other places to work. Perhaps clerk or scribe in the Archives? If you can write? » Zynth would not know or care if either of these places required training, but they were jobs. His eyes shift to follow Tayla's movements, though his mind will pick up the very loud thoughts of his brother. « Welcome home Taliveth. Did your visit to your's clutch parents not go as planned? Fish is well. » Because any cat is probebly having the time of it's life if left alone in the emaculate-ness that is D'ex's weyr. « Greeting Caelsith. » Just a shade, just a touch colder.

"I kept hearing about this time schedule from you and emergency that. I'm starting to think it was all a lie. " Talya is stopped yet again in her tracks, unable to approach completely no matter how much she wants to aggravate that rider. She purses her lips out in thought. "Rude to your dragon? I'm sorry about that Zynth, did not mean it that way at all. Ya know I may just take on that Tasty Cat gig since you recommend it." She obvious wants to make the blue happy, at least keep him that way on her good side as he seems to be. His rider, on the other hand, she has no problem being rude to. "I know you're a rider and all but you're quite full of yourself aren't you? I was the one minding my own business working with the Weaver when you decided to interfere in my purchases. " She of course means buying the jacket. Though she was perfectly happy with the outcome of it, even if she may be selling it within the fortnight.

"But they are. Puking everywhere. They let me stay long enough to make soup, but Abbi's husband showed up and said 'I have it under control.'" Those last words said with the quote-y fingers and an eyeroll of his own. But shortly he too spots the vivid blue in the middle of the boardwalk. It's not a big deal at first; Zynth often goes about conducting his own business. But it doesn't take long for red hair and freckles to be zeroed in on. "Hold on-" Vani is probably used to this by now. How many public ex-pirate chastisings has she been around for? Most of them? A'ndi stalks up to the bluerider, his face already set in a firm look of Disapproval. "You said you would watch the cat! What're you doing here?" Blue eyes flicker to Talya, and then back again. "Picking up girls?" aaaaa sorry
P. S. from Tali - « EVERYBODY'S SICK SO NOW WE'RE HOME AND A'NDI SAID I COULD GO SEE IF CAELISTH CAN COME OUT AND PLAY AND SHE COULD AND NOW WE'RE HERE! Hiiiii I missed you~ »

At least A'ndi isn't handing her a beer, but Vani will follow along much more sedately. One could almost say she saunters. Taking in the tableau before her with a quirk of one of her magnificiently thick brows she's just going to shake her head. "Please tell me you have better taste?" This is directed at Talya, becuase she wasn't listening while she was taking it all in, and just caught that last little jab of A'ndi's. Her puzzlement continues as A'ndi's other allegations register. "Isn't Fish old enough to be left home alone?" Cos that's what happens to Flufferkins ALL. THE. TIME. There is a mental wince from the green at the volumne of Taliveth's explanation, but she has nothing else to add… other than an airless breeze to tickle those terrestial snowflakes of her other brother.

« Tipsy Kitten. » The blue shifts slightly, folding his wings now that the canvas is secured, « Wonderful to hear Taliveth. Good timeing too, there was a storm earlier. » D'ex's arms fold, face settling into one of annoyance, "Look, if you want 'full of yourself' you clearly need to meet more Bronze Riders. They are all Captian-Types, I swear." He shakes his head, "I'm on a schedule. I need to be back before-" Before someone else got home. Someone else who is suddenly stalking toward them. D'ex sighs, his position turning a bit more defensive the closer A'ndi gets. "I was! But it decided to take out it's vengance on my furnichure! I am not picking up girls!" A finger will be produced and pointed at Tayla, "Nice ass, nice skin, damnable attitude about everything and terrible fasion sense. I have standards." Execpt, that he also did just describe A'ndi, did he not? Tayla will be ignored. "What are you two doing here? I have everything handled."

Talya's eyes flicker away, distracted again, though not for long. It's a big blue dragon in front of her. Hard to really divert her attention even when there are two other frolicking dragons on the beach. "I said that one, didn't I?" she responds to the dragon, in all honesty confused by all the felines that was being referenced in this conversation (reluctant conversation on the bluerider's part it seemed). She shifts uneasily at the new arrivals, aware of the suddenly familiarity of each other and her being the oddball out. But it's Vani's words that make her jerk defensively and she points to the bluerider. "He chose it." Let's go with that. "Hey!" she calls to D'ex instead, angrily, and for the most part it being the first time she raises her voice since she met him. "You're not the sweetest roll around from what I can tell, either. You're the one who bought this thing." Granted, paid for. She selected the most expensive one there, merely. And it was nicely warm. Her damp skin is long forgotten and she looks and these newcomers warily. "And he isn't feeding your cat," she adds to A'ndi, realizing who the rightful owner is.

It's a little bit of a scene happening here on the boardwalk in the middle of the day. A bright blue dragon plopped down in the middle of everything, and his rider apparently being chewed out by, like, everyone. "You never have anything handled," A'ndi replies with an exhasperated sigh. "He is old enough, and he'd be okay with some food set out, but Taliveth…" he explains to Vani. And doesn't even bother finishing that sentence, because Vani knows. She knows the ways of Tali. And sometimes there's just no arguing with him. Looking back to D'ex, his expression softens somewhat, almost slightly apologetic. "Look, if he fucked up your furniture, I'll pay for it okay? Even though it wouldn't have happened if you'd been there-" A'ndi catches Talya's words and just. squiiiiiints at D'ex. There's no need for words, is there? IS THERE?

Into the midst of much merriment and laughter comes a more somber figure, the tall form of Zl'an. He's wrapped up well against Southern's winter, a mug of hot klah in one hand. Except, alas: there's a collection of people on the boardwalk that gives Zl'an pause, eyes searching for a familiar, ANY recently familiar face: Oh, there's A'ndi. Except Zl'an hangs back to watch for a moment, the visual epitome of a stone wall for now.

Vani laughs before admitting with a jerk of her head towards the pirate who is doing all her work for her with that laundry list. "I wasn't talking about the jacket." Her own jacket is battered, for all that it is well cut, and from underneath peeks something that looks appropriately lumberjack-y. But it appears Talya has come to that conclusion herself. "A'ndi here is much nicer." That's what BFF's do right? This wouldn't be the first time Vani's tried to hook this particular clutch-brother up. "Do you like boys D'ex?" Her attention switches to the former pirate with exaggerated innocence. So many threads of conversation and this is what the greenrider focuses on. The continuing explanations from A'ndi get a wry tilt of her head. Oh she knows Taliveth… she knows. "You could have bought him down to the ship." Although that might have caused it's own problems right? And then there is that guy. From the corner of her eye Vani notices a familiar figure. "Don't anyone make eye contact." She hisses quietly, even as she rubs under her nose in that age old signal of 'HEADS UP! I'm communicating very important, very very top secret information'.

"I am a great person, okay? I don't need little job-less ladies who hussle people out of money and still won't leave them alone to be judging my character." D'ex is trying very hard to keep his temper in check. He is trying very hard. Hands vanish into pockets, expression tightening, eyes meeting A'ndi's. There really isn't a need for words. A'ndi is right in that. D'ex tosses a glare at Tayla, one hand pulling out of his pocket with a coin purse that definatly clashes with his outfit. Because it's not his. This purse will be held out to A'ndi, head jerking toward Zynth and the canvas now secured in his leathers. "Thanks for paying for it." Just not going to address the whole 'I also bought this random girl a coat with your money' just yet. Then Vani. D'ex just stares at the greenrider for a moment. "I think you and A'ndi are the ones that need to sit down and have a talk about sexual preferance, not you and I." But then Vani is, fuck, is it gaurds? D'ex hates them with a special passion set aside only for Southern Gaurds. However, his dragon is sitting in the middle of the boardwalk. "Hey, great time for me to leave, see you!" And he turns, starting to climb up onto Zynth.

Talya finally takes in Vani's full appearance, looking her up and down. A'ndi gets the same treatment. Really, she was just on the defense, that was the first thing she was thinking of. Though it was obvious now. "Has he always been this irrestible to the ladies?" she asks, making sure to drip every bit of sarcasm into it. "I can't possibly imagine why you are still single." This is directed to D'ex, along with the glare at the jab about her being job-less. Well, she wasn't going to completely deny that. "See if I don't spit in your drink at the Thirsty Kitten if I end up serving you there." Not that she has a job there. Or will ever. She smooths the jacket down to her side, a little less offended now and ready to accept the thing fit her nicely and kept her warm. Her dark eyes narrow at the purse, then to A'ndi, then back to the purse. Wait a second… "I suppose I should be thanking you for the jacket, rider," she says to A'ndi. "D'ex had absolutely no problem paying for the finest there was and now that I realize why, it wasn't even his marks he was wasting. Theft and animal neglect." While accusing him, she was not clutching tight to the jacket. Nope. Not letting it go.

When you warn people not to make eye contact, it's almost impossible not to. His eyes dart to that ruggedly handsome stone wall that is Zl'an, Most Unpopular Bronzerider tm. And fellow Ocelot wingmate. Sadly, the look A'ndi gives him is basically the same one he gives Zl'an at drills, or after Threadfall, or any time really. The look like he just found something gross on his shoe (don't feel too bad though, that's how he looks at most people). But then he's got his own coin bag being handed back to him. A'ndi takes it, blinking. He looks at the canvas, and then he's taking in the jacket, then the coin pouch again. All other bits of conversation are left unaddressed as his eyes, suddenly gone very big, fix on the bluerider trying to make his escape. Is that… a look of hurt? It's so foreign on the face of He Who Gives Few Fucks. "… You stole from me?" Suddenly, back on the beach, Taliveth skids to a stop and goes still. And then slooooowly tips over into the sand. malfunction

It turns out, Zl'an's eyesight might actually be based on movement: He watches the crowd, particularly some famous faces,
before sipping his hot klah and moving away. One knows when one is not welcome and doesn't feel like making a point just by sticking around. Le Ahem.

deep down we all love you, Zl'an <3 <3 <3

also apparently Zl'an is a T-rex

Ancient, largest carnivor in the area, eye-sight based on movement… Hypothesis -> Theory

"Isn't that what you did before you impressed? After you 'mysteriously' got off of all those charges. Hustled people out of marks while jobless?" If Vani sounds salty it's cos she helped him out there AND HE STILL HASN'T THANKED HER. "I prefer A'hali." She declares her sexual preference with breathless voice and wide doe-like eyes. What is else there to discuss really? "You figured that one out right?" She asks A'ndi, still as innocent as freshly fallen snow, although she does blink a couple of times at his reaction. And then it gets more complicated. "I'm not surprised… are you?" Again the question goes to A'ndi. "Always." Vani admits with a tilt of her head at the new girl who's name she doesn't know. "Usually he's not quite as 'D'ex'ly' as this." She waves her hand to take in the boardwalk, and the bluerider trying to skivve off. "Zynth!" Vani proves that she is more than a pretty face by addressing the dragon rather than the rider. "He needs to make amends." BFF's also step up in the situation where no good dirty pirates steal marks to buy some random chick a jacket too apparently. D'ex gets a glare, and that gesture he probably hasn't seen since the shipweyr. Two fingers to her eyes, to him and back to her eyes and back once more. "You will pay him back." Vani is watching him now.

Why did this just keep gettin worse? Like seriously? Zynth is suddenly standing up almost before Vani says his name. The Blue's head tips to look at Vani, none of his usual cold there. The movement has his-half mounted rider unable to continue up and escape. The Blue sits up and D'ex all but falls back. D'ex barely retains his feet as he drops back to the cobbles and wood of the Boardwalk. Wind-milling a moment before the ground agrees he should remain standing for this. Fuck. And now Zynth is not letting Escape? Eyes dart between Vani and A'ndi, "Excuse me, I had a job. Working the Docks is definatly a job and I hussled marks off people the right way. Through games as they ought to be." This can be said as sassily as ever to Vani, however, as eyes slip to A'ndi, some of this will melt away. For a moment, D'ex says nothing, then nods, once. "Yes. Though not as such-" Zynth snorts, wings rustling. "Or, not as such that I can't or won't be paying you back?" Shame or guilt are not things that D'ex is usually capable of. And even now, there is little to no stumbling, or mumbling as he reaches into his jacket for his own coin purse.

Talya puts on an obviously fake shocked face, hand on heart and wide eyes at all. "Trying to pin charges on me that's he's committed himself. And here I am just new to the Weyr and looking for a job the good old proper way. Ain't easy to just walk in and find something right away to earn a living." Her eyes turn over towards the tipped over brown, though she doesn't seem even remotely concerned for his wellbeing, knowing very well how riders will react if it were an issue. She gives each rider a good look just to be certain, though. "I am sorry, Zynth," she says sincerely, since the blue was kind enough to offer help after all. "What exactly is 'D'ex'ly'. The thieving, the insulting, or the running away?" Or all combined into one bluerider trying to get away without spending a single drop of his own coin. "I'm Talya by the way," she adds to Vani, even as she eyeballs the fall of the blueruder with a smug look. At the end of the day, he still had to pay for her jacket. Nice. Talya shuffles foward just a bit closer to where he landed and was reaching for his coin purse. She hovers by his elbow and states "I just want to be certain he gives you back every mark he used."

A'ndi doesn't answer Vani, or at least not with words. The look he gives her is sad and confused. Not necessarily about D'ex's actions, but confused about being sad over it in the first place. Taliveth's feets twitch in the air and that dial-up-internet noise echoes through the vast darkness of his galaxy as his systems try to connect. Apparently this is indeed reasonably normal, though. When A'ndi does look back to the bluerider, he's trying his damndest to get his BITCH WHERE'S MY MONEY expression properly in place. Without looking at her, he remarks to Talya, "Woodcutting. If you think you can handle it. They'll take anyone."

Vani nods her head, even as she watches D'ex carefully. "Vani, green Caelisth's" She jerks her chin to the direction of the beach, where a star-strewn dark green is nudging the fallen hulk of Taliveth with concern (AND a great deal of experience. DIAL UP AGAIN!? SIGH ). "We all impressed in the same clutch. And before that… we all lived in the same place." For reasons! But now it's just her and Hal in the shipweyr, and… she's not complaining. "Do you want a job at the 'Kitten? I worked there before. It's decent." May as well make conversation while the boys figure their shit out right? As to the question of D'ex'liness she grins. "All of that… and an obsession with order." One day she might teach the younger woman the ways of using that to her advantage, but not today Satan, not today. "Not everyone can cut wood okay? They'll take anyone who knows how to work a broom in the lower caverns." Way less strenuous than chopping wood. She'd probably warn the other girl off any 'helping' notions she might have (such as 'helping herself~') but she's just going to extend her watching to see how D'ex reacts.

As the coinpurse is scrutinized, D'ex himself will throw yet another glare at Talya. « Thank you. I am not worried. You will get a good job somewhere. Just wait. » The blue remains sitting, saddle and leathers still too high for escape. At least Vani knew who ran the D'ex-Show still. There is no point in trying to defend himself further in this company. A'ndi has seen far worse than this, though D'ex would have thought this was nothing. But appreantly personal makes it worse? Vani knew, and it seemed Talya was sharp enough to figure enough out. So the Bluerider is silent as again, he counts out the coin for the jacket. Best not talk about where this coin was from, or where it would go if A'ndi did not take it, but it was mid-seven, and all the good gambling wouldn't happen til later in the week. Though eyes don't leave the marks he is working with, as Talya drifts closer, D'ex's position shifts, ever so slightly, opening up veiw of the purse as he plucks marks from it. This was a move he knew, if she wanted to slip a coin, she could. Quick bump, moment where target is distracted, and the money comes. Pickpockets, usually came in the same strain, perhaps Vani would see the offering. However, if Tayla were to try, D'ex would know. No point opening up to someone susspected of shadow-walking if he couldn't catch it. Maybe she wouldn't though?

Talya makes sure to study the green dragon to be able to point her out some other time. Be nice to those with sharp teeth. Like Zynth. She really should never have thought them so frightening up close and personal "So you all are practically family." Pause. "I'm sorry?" Talya offers to Vani sympathetically. "At least the other one seems like a decent fellow." To A'ndi that is, who was the poor soul that was robbed and hurt in all of this. Little did she really know about these riders. "This Kitten place was suggested, and seems to be the most reasonable of suggestions. The only thing I know how to do with wood is" Pause "Lug it up and down the docks, on and off board ships. AT least there are plenty of choices." By that she means cleaning or barmaid soon to at least be able to earn her own board and food. Or she could find other means. She leans a bit more closer.. No, she was not going for it. The temptation was there in her eyes and it almost looked like she suspected D'ex of thinking that badly of her. With a sniff, she says, "This jacket was a few more marks than that. Plus some for pain and suffering, what say you?" She asks A'ndi. It's all his. "Pain and suffering for your poor cat, of course."

SAD. D'ex will never be able to hustle enough marks to COVER ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING HE HAS CAUSED
there's not enough marks on Pern for that, man

Well D'ex broke just means more eating over at A'ndi's right?

#trufax

A'ndi's hand slowly, ever so slowly, extends towards D'ex. And waits. Palm up, expectant. "Yes. Pain and suffering," he agrees with the new girl, though the tone is flat and neutral at this point. Without looking away (cuz boy has some strong Stare Down game), he asks of Vani, "You picked what you want to eat yet?" Apparently he's looking at vacating the premises soon. On the sands of the beach, Taliveth's head suddenly jerks up with a shout of, « COLLYWOBBLES »

Vani glares at D'ex, even as her eyes dart towards Talya. "If you're really stuck, I'll have a talk to my weyrmate. We've got a spare room. He doesn't even ask for rent." How that works will have to be a conversation for another time, but it's actually not as SUPER DODGY as it sounds. "You know…" She turns to A'ndi now that crime has been thwarted. "I have a hankering for these little fried fish balls they do at Ista…" She announces brightly. "They've got all these little stalls, and no one does seafood like Istans!" In other words, if he wants out, she can get him out of the continent entirely. "Perhaps a mark or two to pay for his meal too." She gives D'ex an expectant stare. Cough up Mister!

Zynth is proud! Talya didn't take it! They are keeping her! Right D'ex? No? Zynth is keeping her. And Zynth is not telling this time, somehow people never took well to being collected. D'ex is less proud as he adds more marks. "You can't put a price on Pain and Suffering. If it was, the weyr ought to have made me rich by now." Still, D'ex screws counting. He dumps what he's counted out back into the purse and drops the whole of the coin purse into A'ndi's hand. "If you're going to Ista, buy yourself some company." D'ex approves of Ista's prostitutes. As he hands over the money, the dragon again crouches, good enough for now. It would be a slim gambling this seven-end. The moment he is low enough, D'ex is turning and up Zynth. There is no good-bye from the redhead as the blue leaps skyward, but snow touches each of them, « Please come pick up Fish before he gets skinned. We will see you all later. »

"I somehow doubt that you've gone through as much pain and suffering as the Weyr has," Talya says to D'ex, perceptive in how the other riders were treating him as well as his attitude overall in their meeting. She gives him a smirk still when the rest of the coin is finally handed over. Good, goood. She felt like everyone was a winner that day. Except for D'ex. Turning to Vani, she gives a small nod. "I, uh, will definitely take that into consideration. I can still offer something like should it come to that, after all, like… well, I have this ." She fingers the fine fur of poking out from the collar of her jacket. "After all, it will be spring soon." As D'ex was so graciously trying to point out in the very beginning as to why she did not need a jacket. The greenrider did hopefully just see a good assumption of how much it was worth. She was not aware of the blue dragon also claiming her into his collection, though she gives the dragon a smile and a wink when he leaves. "I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other again!" She waves him off. To the other two, she jerks her chin towards the Weyr. "I think I'll go check out this Thirsty Kitten. Better see what I may be getting myself into. Thanks, Vani. And hope your cat is alive when you get it," she tells A'ndi. "That one kept going on about skinning and eating or murdering or something like that. Poor thing." With one last look to the dragons, she heads off, huddled in her warm jacket. Towards the beach. Job hunting another day.

Buy company? More like BUY ALL THE FOOD. Once marks are acquired and they're free to go, A'ndi mumbles to the greenrider, "Let's stop and pick up Fish. And then get the fuck out of here." For some BFF quality time. As D'ex leaves, a crackling, eerie static noise will haunt his brain for a little ways. Later, D'ex. Later.

Hands up if you're surprised D'ex buys his company!

on a different continent!

Probably uses a fake name too XD

puts on a fake mustache and some sunglasses

Nah, no point, Zynth would rat him out if he did that.

Zynth also wears a mustache and sunglasses!

And Vani is out, just like that. Wait no, once more she does that whole two-fingered 'I'm watching you' gesture at the blueriders back. Oh and a little wriggle at the departing woman. "I like her." Let the BFF-fest begin! And then they go and rescue Fish, but not the same fish as they will be eating later.

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