Who

Ryott, Evgeny

What

Two spylings. One prime spot on the rooftops. Sometimes these things need to be settled by a scuffle.

Profanity

When

It is noon of the first day of the twelfth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Rooftops, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 08 May 2018 04:00

 

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"Lots of rich assholes in this place."



Rooftops

If you can find the handholds to haul your way up - and there are plenty, if you know where to look - then there is a hidden highway of tile and adobe that waits for knowing travellers to tread its path.A road best travelled by those sure of foot and able to stomach the occasional leap between buildings without falling victim to vertigo, the rooftops represent a quick and possibly convenient way of travelling about the bazaar; though don't be surprised if there's the odd shady opportunist willing to take a risk this high above what law lies below.

The view from up here is spectacular; rooftops, sun-bleached, weathered, beaten by time, spread like an uneven patchwork quilt from here to the very borders of the bazaar. Some flat, some tiled, some frequented and some abandoned - it's not unusual to find the odd potted garden, stored goods or even a precious chicken coop, locked down to protect the feathered denizens within its thread-protected casing.

The sounds of the bazaar are muffled, the scents blissfully so too, making it a potentially pleasant little getaway for those in need of a little peace and quiet to observe the skies, to travel the high walkways, or to simply soak in some of Rukbat's rays.


The first day of winter is bright with only a few clouds in the sky. A pleasant breeze means that it's warm without being stiffling, and the noise from the bazaar carries up onto the rooftops. Upon one of the higher roofs, Ryott is laying prone, her peashooter in hand and eyeing a line of clay pots in someone's makeshift garden a couple of levels below her. When she finally gets her target in her sights, she blows hard into one end of the length of reed. The dried pea shoots out the end and pings softly off the first of the clay pots, earning a smug hum from the teenager's lips before she reloads to line up the next shot.

Evgeny is off to enjoy some of the rare free time in the spyling schedule as well, it being lunch time and all. However, he climbs silently to his favorite spot and lo and behold, it's been invaded by another spyling. Melting into shadow the teen boy creeps up on the prone girl, silent as the night and nearing as deadly. He's not perfect yet, another few turns and he might be able to test to adept. Nonetheless, sneakery is Evgeny's forte. The gangly boy moves to a position where his shadow won't give him away and stands, staring down at the girl. "You're in my spot." Comes his voice from seemingly nowhere, and it seems both apathetic and annoyed at the same time.

After the other night when she ended up with a strange brown firelizard trailing her, Ryott has been keen to not have a repeat. So her own blue pair are perched strategically and have been tasked with watch duty. Which they do admirably when Trouble sends a picture of Evgeny climbing up to the roof. Not a twitch as a tell, Ryott just lines up her next shot and lets fly another pea, this one hitting the second pot in the row, a little hight though, it rickochets off the edge. When the older spyling speaks, she snorts softly, "Don't see your name on it." in her soft deadpan as she makes absolutely no move to get out of the way as she takes another pea from her little pouch and reloads once more.

Evgeny snorts, his upper lip curling into a bit of a sneer. "Ain't yours on it either…." He quips and nudges Ryott in the side with his foot. "Now move or I'll move you myself." He gives the girl another good shove with his foot. This is his spot damn it all and the Armida boy isn't about to give it up so girl can shoot peas at pots.

"No, but I got here first. Maybe if you were a quicker climber you'd have gotten it." Ryott quips right back, her head turning slowly with that first nudge of his foot. Her dark eyes are narrow and deeply hooded, a warning look against any further interference. But then he just had to go and shove her harder, and that she won't stand for. Turning onto her side, she grabs hold of his ankle of the foot he was prodding her with. Getting her legs under her, she pops up, yanking hard on his ankle, her intention to knock him off balance.

Evgeny may have been poking the tunnel snake there a bit, but he's never poked without expecting retribution. So, when Ryott grabs his foot, he's somewhat expecting the move, so though it's not executed perfectly by any means, he uses the force to execute a back flip of sorts, more like a backwards summersault. He comes back up on his knees and smirks. "That an you got short shit?". He asks,that teen arrogance coming into play.

Once standing again, Ryott watched the summersault closely. When he ends in a kneeling positon, she leans over him and grabs hold of the back of his shirt, pulling it up to try and cover his head. Slipping around behind him, she aims a foot at his backside, set on sending him toppling forwards. "Call me short again and see what happens." she counters darkly, her voice still ringing with sardonic humor.

Luckily for Evgeny, his shirt is belted down, unluckily, his jacket is not. So something is pecs up over his head, but he's an old hat at this and lays himself out flat so that Ryott's shoving amounts to practically nothing, rolling onto his back, he sweeps a leg at her feet, intending to knock her on her own arse. "Oh, but you're so small shorty, it's hard to resist." Teenaged laughter bubbles up from Evgeny's lips. "It really is comic you know."

Wasting no time when his foot darts out at her, Ryott hops over it before she drops her knees to his chest, trying to pin him to the rooftop as she reaches out to muss up his hair. "Small? Do I feel small right now?" she laughs darkly.

And What Ryott doesn't know is she's made herself a perfect target. With an oof when she plants her knees in his chest and ruffles his hair, Evgeny uses his longer, bigger frame to flip them over and layer his weight atop her, effectively pinning her. A cocky grin slips across his lips as he looks down at the younger spyling. "Yup. You seem pretty small to me." He lingers for but a moment before slipping off Ryott, and into his spot with a grin on his lips, legs stretching out in front of him.

Being pinned just means that Ryott uses the whole of her 5'2 frame to buck him off her. Once he slips off, she breathes heavily for a moment before slipping next to him, nudging and elbowing him in the ribs, clearly not ready to concede the spot she claimed first. "I'd rather be small than a gangly piece of piss like yourself." she says with a snort before tucking up her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them. "Next time, I won't take it so easy on you." she remarks with an imperious sniff.

Evgeny laughs heartily, shaking his head as he grabs a redfruit from his bag and begins skinning it with his bootknife, despite Ryott's nudging and elbowing. He doesn't budge. "Oh you mean the gangly piece of piss that just pinned your short shit ass down?" He raises a brow and eats a bit of the redfruit, looking more than amused. "No, next time I won't be taking it easy on you." Where has this competitive streak come from?

"So you have me on sheer size. I wouldn't gloat about that." Ryott says with cool sarcasm as she picks a piece of lint off her shirt and flicking it off her finger, still completely invading his personal space. His last gets a hearty eyeroll, "What a witty comeback….NOT!" she snorts again as she starts to look around for her peashooter, not sure when she lost it in the scuffle.

Evgeny chuckles and seemingly doesn't mind the invasion to his personal space. "It's not polite to gloat about one's size." He says, hinting at a slightly adult joke. "It wasn't my size I was gloating about, it's skill." Cause that's the most important part, right? "I don't need wit when I can back up my words." Evegeny chuckles and sort of hopes this girl doesn't test him, he's in no mood for one of Javid's no fighting lectures, and while the scuffle had been fun, an all out brawl would get them both into more trouble than it's worth.

"Ew Evy, just….ew." Ryott deadpans to his first attempt at an adult joke. "I don't want to be picturing your gangly, dangly bits thank you very much, perv." His comment about skill gets him treated to a very sarcastic retort of, "Sure, so much skill in taking on a little girl with several Turns less training. Maybe someday, if you really hope, you could take on someone your own age." She turns her head to the side and gives him an exagerated once over followed by a shrug of her shoulders, "Then again, maybe not." Having been bested physically, Ryott falls back on verbal attacks, maybe if she bugs him enough, she can reclaim what is rightfully her spot.

Evgeny raises his brows at Ryott as he chews on his redfruit, the piece of food having a bit of *snap* to it when he bites into it. Gangly dangly bits? Wow. She really is young. He has to stifle another laugh with a bite of fruit while shaking his head at the girl. "I'm proud and gloat because I practice Ryott, not because I look for smaller targets. Besides, I'm not the one sitting here tossing idle threats and acting bigger than my short shit britches." Ryott's verbal attacks can be countered to, then again, it's pretty hard to rile Evgeny to anger, so he may just be having fun with her at this point, because it's always fun to pick on the youjnger spylings.

"And I'm supposed to just let a bully push me out of my spot?" Ryott says skeptically, as she cocks her head in his direction. "Yeah right. And most of being tough is acting tough anyway, so I'm just practising." she sniffs dismissively before stretching out her legs and bringing one foot up to rest on her opposite knee. Rolling up her loose pants leg, she reveals a little pouch attached to two leather straps that fit snugly against her leg. Undoing the straps, she slips it off and upends it in the hollow between her legs. Several marks of all denominations fall out, as well as a couple of bracelets and rings. Quietly, she begins to count her morning's take.

Evgeny shakes his head. "It's my spot, thank you." He'd never seen any of the other spylings frequent this part of the rooftops, it's part of why he's chosen the spot for his afternoon reposes. "Keep practicing kid…" He says after her admition about acting tough. "Nice catch…." He says of Ryott's spoils from her day's work. He can appreciate a good pickpocket in any form. Most Armida can, its one of the first skills they're taught. "Just don't let the guard catch you, I've heard Willa leaves those who get caught to their own defenses."

Ryott will forgo arguing about whose spot a public place can be because she's getting the distinct impression that the older teen will stubbornly defend his right to call it his, "Oh ok, it's your spot if it's that important to you," she says in an indulgent voice often used to placate a tantruming child. Not that it will stop Ryott from now coming up here as often as possible just to bug the older spyling. Looking down at her haul, she snatches up one of the rings, a gaudy thing and she holds it up to the sunlight, for a study. "Lots of rich assholes in this place. I'm cleaning up way more than I ever did around Bitra," she remarks but his warning has her furrowing her brows, "I don't know about the guards, but there was a strange brown trailing me the other day in the Auction Yard. Thankfully my blues chased him off, but I have no idea who sic'ed him on me." she admits softly as she puts the ring on her finger, it's way too big and looks out of place on her grubby hand.

Evgeny looks rather happy with himself once Ryott concedes ownership of the spot to him. That's better. He's not unawares that she uses a 'I'm only putting up with this cause I have to' tone, but ignores it for now. He'd won. That's what's important here, don't ya know? He laughs at her comment on Rich assholes. "You could say that again." He too has found his work more profitable here. He raises an eyebrow at Ryott when she admits to being followed and sighs. "You need to learn how to be more invisible kid, you'll never make the ranks if you can't melt into shadow and lose a tailing flitter on your own. And you should be more careful. We may spy for Willimina, and ocassionally the weyr, but firelizards could be spying for anyone."

"Oh are you one of my teachers now?" Ryott drawls, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I've been here 9 months and this is the first time this happened. My sneaking skills are coming along just fine I'll have you know." She snorts then as she begins to replace her haul in the pouch. "Why am I even defending myself to you?" she scoffs before strapping the pouch to her calf once more. "Well, enjoy your spot then," she deadpans again as her face takes on it's frozen mask once more. Getting to her feet, she reaches out a quick hand to ruffle up his hair once more, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she drawls before she slips off the edge onto a lower rooftop and is gone.

Evgeny shrugs. "We all teach each other in ways, don't we?" He lifts a brow and doesn't really care if she answers or not, but, is oddly curious to see if she does. He chuckles at her defense and continues chewing his redfruit. Apparently he wouldn't be getting an answer. That's ok. "I will." He says in response to Ryott's next, winking at her as he takes another bite of his redfruit, the crunch loud and sweet. Ruffle away sister, you're not bothering Evgeny any! His laughter trails her last as he shakes his head. "Yeah, you stay outta trouble too short shit." And with that, he'll go on enjoying his spot in the sun and where he can watch the comings and goings of the bazaar with relative ease. Igen is so ineteresting.

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