Who

Drex NPC Turnfy

What

To request assistance from one who one tried to kill is awkward.

Mild Cussing

When

It is mid-day of the twenty-eighth day of the first month of the tenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Southern Weyr, Brig

OOC Date 01 Feb 2017 07:00

 

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No need to explicitly say ‘Thanks for letting me go after trying to kill you’ was there?



Brig

It's clean — that's more than can be said for most similar locations around Pern. There are sturdy bars to keep that which would try to leave, in; and sparce furnishing enough to keep those who would want to enter, out. Each private cell is equipped with a latrine and cot; the group cells contain bunks. There is no privacy to be found in the brig of Southern: only meagre are the comforts offered those who break the laws of the land.


Dear Kid.

Dear Fool.

Dear Za

No. Drex glared at the piece of parchment and sliced the top, ruined section off and started again.

Fool.

Alright, good start.

Drex stared at the blankness of the letter. One word down. Okay. Now… . ? Drex looked up at Turnfy, “What do I say?”
The Harper look up from his own papers and frowned slightly, “What do you mean? Ask him to come stand in your defense.”

“But I tried to kill the kid. And he let me go.” Despite all of the other parties rooting for a body.

“So this is just another form of letting you go, it’s ensuring you are free.” Apparently Turnfy thought Drex and Zavyr were pretty chummy and simply asking was easy. Apparently Turnfy through the two parted on good terms.

Drex didn’t actually remember parting. When was the last time he saw the kid? Right, wearing a dress, looking down at him with that psycho while he was slowly dying. Because the kid was a girl and the psycho wanted to hurry up the dying.

Of course, there is also a few fuzzy memories of conversations with Luciana about him not being a villain and poor choices. She didn’t hate him quite as much then, did she? He didn’t remember, just that just about everyone was hating him then.

Then he’d woken up with the healer Isabeil.

Right.

Drex’s gaze returned to the paper. Foot tapping on the ground steadily.

I have found myself with a problem.

True enough. On trial for attempted murder was a problem. One person standing in his defense was a problem. His lawyer not wanting him to stand up himself and speak was a problem. Maybe not the last one, Drex’s justifications never did sound the best coming from his own lips.

While you were very merciful the last time we met, the authorities at Southern Weyr are not so kind.

No need to explicitly say ‘Thanks for letting me go after trying to kill you’ was there?

Now that the weyr has caught wind of the whole situation in High Reaches, I am on trial. My defender suggested I write to you and ask for a written statement, or your presence, here at the weyr that you

Drex stops and stares at it.

What he had wanted to say was ‘that you were antagonizing me.’ But now that he thought about it, that would not be a very endearing thing to say. He did want Zavyr’s statement that things were good between them.

Good.

Ish?

Good to be on different continents.

He wanted a statement that Zavyr wasn’t pressing charges or at least that the assault was NOT un-provoked. Hopefully, either of these would result in one more of Drex’s charges being dropped. Hopefully.

//That you and I are not in some blood feud and I’m not a crazy psychopath that they seem to think I am.

I am not in the best of positions at the moment and would not be writing you if not for my defender’s insistence. Owing you two times over is not at all appealing to me, however you might be the only person capable of lessening my charges.//

And to think that he had spent most of the past few months trying to ignore his Owing Zavyr in the first place.

There are rules that the world runs by.

When someone is trying to kill you, you try to kill them back.

Zavyr didn’t do that. Drex owed her for it.

When you owe someone you repay it.

There was a level of resentment that went with this, but being on a different continent did make repayment difficult. So his
debt to Zavyr was put on the Ignoring List.

Having not re payed the first time made asking for another favor, another major favor, something like this … . .it was difficult for Drex to wrap his head around and even more difficult to fulfill.

But Mr. Turnfy was sitting right over there, had canceled Drex’s shifts for the day (without asking!), and provided quill, ink, and parchment specifically for this letter. In short, Turnfy was seeing this letter sent if he had to tie Drex down to do it.

//While I do not expect a response to this, or a statement from you, please know it would be appreciated. There are times and places for everything, however I’d rather not be condemned for my crimes quite yet.

- Drex//

“Done.”

Turnfy read over the letter with a professionally blank expression, “Perhaps you might want to add something to the effect of a time-line on your Trial? That you need the statement within a Seven?”

P.S. My trial is very soon.

With no further criticism from Turnfy, the letter is dried and rolled up. Sorvani knew where the kid was right? She’d said she’s be willing to send a note via lizard, so there we go. Now just to wait and worry.

Would Zavyr send a statement, or come herself? Would anything come from this letter? Was hope allowed?

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