Evgeny, Ryott


Two SPylings have the same time off, and have a talk

Some Profanity


-- On Pern --
It is 9:31 AM where you are.
It is midmorning of the nineteenth day of the seventh month of the fifteenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the seventy-ninth day of Summer and 109 degrees. It is hot. Hot, hot, hot. Rukbat bakes the desert. Temperatures soar.
In Southern:
It is the seventy-ninth day of Winter and 37 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 seventy-ninth day of Winter and 0 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Igen Weyr, Bazaar, Rooftops

OOC Date 20 Nov 2018 07:00


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"What a coincidence."


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.

It is the seventy-ninth day of Summer and 109 degrees. It is hot. Hot, hot, hot. Rukbat bakes the desert. Temperatures soar.

Over the edge of a rooftop, fingers appears and with a couple soft grunts of effort, Ryott pulls herself up and over landing artfully on her feet with a soft thump. Taking the time to peer back over the way she came, the spyling is being extra careful about being followed. When she's satisfied, she moves silently over the rooftops, ducking around chimneys and some laundry someone's hung up in the arid Igen heat to dry. She uses a circuitous path, doubling back on herself several times, and keeping an eye over her shoulder, before she finally reaches a small alcove that's barely large enough for her to squeeze into. Dropping to her knees, she worries a loose brick in the wall until it slips out and she can reach inside. When she emergest, she crouches low and reveals a drawstring sack that she pulls open and rests on the ground. From deep pockets, she takes out a handful of marks as well as several pieces of fine jewelry and puts adds them to her hoard. When they clink on something, she reaches in and rmoves a small vial filled with some clear liquid. Holding it up to the light thoughtfully, she frowns at it as if it is the source of some vexation for the girl. Her firelizards are curiously missing, the older ones teaching her newest the fine art of hunting when she left them.

Evgeny is nearby, though completely unawares of Ryott's activities. Hunkered behind a smokestack for a fireplace, he leans against it, watching the streets below, one foot hanging over the ledge of the roofs. He crunches happily at a redfruit and soaks up the warm, welcome heat of Rukbat. He seems super relaxed and at ease for a Zingari spyling, but that may just be because it's his rest day and he's not got one thing to worry about. Curled and asleep on his rucksack are a couple of newly hatched lizards, a bronze and a green curled around eachother in slumber. What a beautiful day.

Ryott's sharp ears catch the crunch of fruit and she freezes before slowly standing up to peek around to find it's source, small vial still clutched in her hand but forgotten for the moment. Taking a few careful steps, she peers around the smokestack Evgeny is behind and smirks, although somewhat in relief. Slipping around the structure, she leans up against it casually as she looks down at her fellow spyling, "What? No Rosie's today? Don't you like a little tail on your rest days?" Don't ask how she knows that…it might be a pure guess.

Evgeny looks up as Ryott comes around, a hand lifting to shade his eyes and a lopsided grin on his lips. Her question garners a nonchalant shrug from the Sr Spyling and he lifts his brows with the act. "Eh…. didn't seem like a fun thing to do today, I'd rather sit up here and watch the crowds and soak up the heat." EVen in summer, Evgeny has his long coat on, it's really his signature piece of clothing, as even in the desert heat, the boy is always secretly chilled. He has no insolation, thin as he is, no fat atop the lean musculature that is beginning to make itself known to his frame. "No slithering and sneaking about for you today shorty?" He winks as the last comes through his lips, his compromise to the usual 'short shit.'

Ryott kicks a foot up against the smokestack as she relaxes back and crosses her arms over her chest, the corner of her mouth pulled up in a smirk even as dark eyes gaze about the rooftops, down at the crowds below. When they come back to Evgeny, she hikes up a brow at his response, "I see…I should probably find out what all the fuss is about sometime." She remarks in an offhand manner. Eyeing the spyling in his coat, she doesn't remark, her own outfit several layers to keep her form as masculine as possible, which is getting harder and harder as she ages. "Nah. I'm off today too. Just doing some side…work." She says significantly, with a soft huff at his new nickname for her, but not protesting, considering the alternative.

Evgeny hears that huff, it puts a light grin on his face. Things are as they should be. Frienemies. Evgeny digs it. "Well, seems a day of rest all around then." Another crunch of his redfruit and Evgeny's eyes are back on the millling crowd below. "So what you got clenched in your fist there? Spoils of the day?" He flicks his gaze back questioningly before it returns to its former target.

Ryott had completely forgotten about that before Evgeny mentions it, and she's silently cursing herself as brows furrow and she looks down as she opens her hand. Pinching the vial between thumb and forefinger, she holds it up for Evgeny to see, tilting her head to one side and just looking at it with a heavy sigh. "Something I'm not sure what to do with yet." she answers honestly if cryptically.

Evgeny looks back to Ryott when she speaks, gaze narrowing in on the vial she pinches between her fingers. The girl's cryptic tone pricks the nosy nancy in Evgeny and he quirks a brow before speaking. "What is it?" Part of him reasons it's probably just some concoction Ryott is working on with their instructor Aztrexia, but part of him is also not so sure. The distillation of the liquid in the vial seems too pure to be of spyling origin, there's no muddling to it that he can see.

"This is something I probably should not have in my possession. Something I should definitely be handing it over to Aztrexia…" Ryott replies dryly as she continues to stare at it, most thoughtful before she snaps her fist closed around the vial again and finally looking over at Evgeny. "Have you heard of Deleri?" she asks, her face carefully coached into her usual mask of neutrality. (fixed)

Evgeny 's features register a bit of shock when Ryott asks him about Deleri. Where had she got her hands on it? His response is a laugh that might not seem as true as it looks, in fact, it's near nervous. "Heard of? I've seen first hand what it does, and have had a touch of its effects myself. That's a powerful strong thing you have there….and something we aren't allowed access to. You better either turn it in or hope no one ever finds out you have it." Not to worry, Evgeny won't rat her out, but he's eyeing Ryott a bit now. "You don't intend to use that on anyone do you?"

After what Ryott and evgeny went through together in the desert, there's a trust there. So she knows he won't rat on her, but she didn't exactly want to share this news with anyone. Curling back her fingers, she looks down at the vial resting in her palm, face inscrutible as the other spyling says exactly what she's been thinking. "Like I said, I know I should turn it over. But there's something about having something that is forbidden." Her words are hollow, far away. "Besides, I might be able to find a buyer for it. And if I do, that's a tidy sum of mark I could put away for a rainy day." With a furrowing of her brow, she pauses for a breath before continuing, "On the other hand, in our lines of work, who's to say that having access to some of this might someday be beneficial. So I have to be practical about what I decide."

Evgeny mms and nods, though his gaze remains distant and wary. "Just be careful Ryott. Wouldn't want to see you losing that shiny new knot you just got." He's trying to lighten the situation with a bit of smart assery, but it falls a bit flat. "You aren't wrong in your reasoning, but that's a heavy secret Ryott." Evgeny finishes his redfruit and pitches the core, then stands. "Look shorty, we're all in competition here, only the best survive Javid's program, and you're one of 'em. Don't throw it all away, either put that away and forget about it, or turn it in, it's not worth the risk. If we're going to see who's the best, I wanna do it because we're in it neck and neck, not because one of us fucked up and got ourselves kicked out."

"Who says anyone will know?" Ryott scoffs as she pushes off the smokestack and shoves the hand with the vial deep into her pocket, but carefully. "I'm leaning towards selling it anyway. I know someone who could be interested," Although there's certain to be many uncomfortable questions if she goes that route, but Ryott trusts her quick thinking and even quicker tongue. "Sell it quick, makes some marks, then I don't have to worry about supplementing my income in the Bazaar for awhile, which keeps me off the guards radar and subsequently, Javid sees I can keep my sticky fingers to myself…Everyone wins!" She's not exactly sure who she's trying to convince anymore, Evgeny or herself. No matter, the girl's stubborn mind is made up as she stalks back over to the rest of her stash and gathers it back up in the drawstring bag. She's definitely not putting her goods back here now that Evgeny has seen it. She tucks the whole under her many layers of tunics.

Evgeny shakes his head. "Alright. Your choice shorty. Hope it's a good one." He rolls his neck and a series of pops follows. Afterwords, it's as if he's shaken the need to warn and has become his usual goofy self. "I'm starving. Up for some curry?" And it's as if their conversation never happened.

Ryott cocks her head to one side and narrows eyes at Evgeny, briefly suspicious that he's secretly hoping for her to get caught, but quickly dimisses that thought. She's made up her mind and he probably couldn't change it if he tired. With a shake of her head she sighs heavily. "I need to figure out a better cache for the goods. Then I need to make sure my fair is properly fed. Picked up another couple blues within a day of each other, so with the gold I got a couple months back, I'm at five now." Not that she's complaining, every good spy makes use of as many firelizards as she can train. "But how about getting a game of cards going in the Cantina a little later and see if we can't entice some locals to part with their marks?"

Evgeny laughs. "What a coincidence." He waves at his two sleeping 'lizards. "Those two, and two more within a day of each other." He shakes his head and scrubs the back of it with one hand. "It's gonna be fun trainin' them." At mention of a game in the Cantina, Evgeny perks, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh yes, I'm more than up for some sport. Send one of those blue shadows of yours when you're ready to go." EVgeny rubs his hands together and nudges his lizards off his rucksack and onto his shoulders. Picking the bag up, he tips a two fingered salute to Ryott and grins. "See you shorty." And turning on his heels he's off, strutting across the rooftops like he would any day on the streets.

"Huh? Wonder if they might be siblings…" Ryott muses thoughtfully as she wanders towards the edge of the rooftops to look down at the bustle of the Bazaar below. With a sigh softly exhaled, she nods in aquiescence, "Will do. Catch you later, you lanky git." She retorts, testing out a new nickname, but not sure if she likes it yet. Maybe it will grow on her. Watching him go, she makes sure he's well out of sight before she's off again, searching the nooks and crannies of these rooftops for just the right hiding place. Anything less and the spyling's playing with fire. It's only for a little bit, she reminds herself as her compact frame slinks in and out of shadows, Next step…sending a little message to a certain brownrider…

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