pulp
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Post by pulp on Mar 26, 2013 15:20:37 GMT -5
When his brother had finally joined in Bahari arched a brow at his sibling, shrugging in response to that question and trying not to smile too visibly in response. When he spoke up it was in a hushed undertone pitched to Joskull so not to come across as too disrespectful while the rest of the candidates riled in. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to interrupt your beauty sleep, you could always use a bit more of that, you know." Bahari shot his brother a smile, shoving his shoulder back. Of course he was their uncle's prodigy, a little smarmy brat who was likely too clever for his own good. A wary glance was given to Strun before Zeke came shambling over and leaning on his brother. Bahari gave him a once-over, scrutinizing the farm boy and did he really just show up in his bed furs?
Well clearly that wouldn't have been the worst thing seeing some candidates thought it worthwhile to pipe up on their own accord and but their own two marks in with the whole ordeal. Bahari only smiled, trying not to look too amused by the whole thing, or the fact that that one--Kvothe was it?--had the nerve to pipe back. Oh this should be a fun little lesson. Hatsya pressed his little blue head against Bahari's ear, just barely whining into it as he regarded Strun. Clearly the blue was wary of how proper the garnet was acting, the last thing he needed was to look bad because of a clutchsibling ruining it all. Pfft. Hatsya was nothing like that red brute. The blue puffed himself up, his attention landing on the candidatemaster, C'lior, when he decided to speak up.
"I'm Bahari, Journeyman StarCrafter, and I hope to Impress something that has some brains between those headknobs because I'd like to think there's more to being a dragonrider than monotonous routine. I'd like a challenge, not something that'll just keep me happy." Clearly the rider had meant a color of dragon, seeing as some boys had already piped up about their want for a brown and bronze, but if we're being entirely honest here Bahari did not care at all what color a dragon was. Hide was hide, just because it was one thing didn't mean anything in particular--oh, oh, except for garnets. Those were things he thought the Weyr was better off without. The candidatemaster had warned against not being a smart ass, but Bahari genuinely thought his answer was fine enough. If a dragon didn't have any intelligence to them, oh shards, that would be such a let down.
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Post by Thorn on Mar 26, 2013 16:03:09 GMT -5
Jisene frowned at the boy that had spoken ahead of her. The way he had spoken to C'lior.... Had he no idea what the man had been through? She sighed, before managing a small smile for the Candidate Master.
"I am Jisene, sir, and I would be happy with any dragon. We aren't here for specific colors, after all. Choosing one would simply be silly, as it's the dragon that chooses us, not the other way around. I don't have a Craft, but I do know some farming and hunting. I can also make my own bow and arrow, of a good enough quality to sell."
She hoped for a topaz, if she was honest, but like she'd said, she would be happy with any color of dragon. After all, it was still going to be her life-long partner.
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Post by Kitsuneko on Mar 26, 2013 16:15:19 GMT -5
Laila's eyes widened as she heard some of the boys actually talk back to the Candidate Master. How rude was that? Not to mention stupid; this was the man who was more or less in charge of their lives until they Impressed, and she was sure he had the power to bar them from the sands if they really annoyed him. She remained quiet and complacent until it was her turn to speak up.
"My name is Laila, sir. I don't have an official craft, but I grew up on a farm with crops as well as livestock. As far as dragons go, I don't have any particular preferences, as long as it's not a garnet. They're trouble." She tried to keep from shuddering. She was absolutely certain she'd be miserable with a garnet. Of course, she wasn't exactly keen on the idea of Impressing any male dragon, but she didn't think that was particularly likely. Her father had always told her the people who Impressed cross-gender were...of a certain type, and she was quite sure she wasn't it.
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Ace
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Post by Ace on Mar 26, 2013 17:02:30 GMT -5
Okay, take all of that back. Joskull definitely wanted to die.
Stumbling around and snarking back and forth with his brother wasn't that bad. In fact, if not for the early hour, the blond might not have minded much at all. But he should still be asleep, but all rights, and now- Whoa. Shards and shells, there was a naked dude leaning on him. Sorry bro, Joskull is not into that. (Well, to be frank, Joskull isn't really in to much; twenty-four turns old and he still hadn't a clue what to do when it came to wooing a man or woman.)
Stepping sideways, he snorted at Zeke and wriggled out from underneath the farm. "You have legs," he hissed, Strun mirroring the action on his shoulder. "Use them." Ugh. Peasants.
(So maybe he had a bit of Fakhri in him, after all.)
His garnet flared his wings and hissed again, but Joskull's attention was back on his brother. "I'm going to get you back for that," he promised before turning to look at their grumpy candidatemaster. It would be too much to ask, to have someone who actually wanted to be here, wouldn't it? Huffing quietly as the man threatened the lives of any smart asses, the blond jostled around and watched the other candidates before finally piping up. Some of them were assertive, some of them were kiss-asses…and then there was Bahari. Bahari always marched to the beat of his own drum, though.
Clearing his throat, the blond finally spoke up. "I'm Joskull, journeyman glass-smith. I want something metallic, because I'm not satisfied as just another face in the crowd." He wanted the prestige of it all – the fact that a great lot of responsibility came with it hadn't seemed to occur to him yet. Gold, topaz, obsidian? He'd take any one of those girls. Bronze? He'd be all over it. Garnet was met with a little more hesitation, if only because of the creature sitting on his shoulder, but they couldn't all be as unruly as Strun, he imagined.
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Post by Seven on Mar 27, 2013 14:03:25 GMT -5
Chantrea had become rather used to this. After all, she had known what the man used to be. Before his son had been taken. It was grief, not malice, fear, or irritation that really made him like this. So, despite Zigfrieds insistent hissing at her tired adn clumsy movements followed by Amps excited trilling. Someoen was making noise! Lots and lots of glorious noise! He trilled and shouted as loud as his little lungs could manage.... only for Zigfried to launch himself at the younger blue and pin him on the ground. Chantrea sighed. "Stop being idiots." They chittered a bit, but flew up to sit on her shoulders as she finished dressing and walked out, braiding her hair as she walked.
She looked at those gathered. Apparently they had already started. And it seemed to be that same old game she had done again and again - who were you, what was your craft, and what did you want to Impress. She didn't like this one. She hated giving her answers. So she gave C'lior a nod hello and hung back, watching the other candidates quietly, standing straight and tall, confident, though she did not speak.
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Post by taylor on Mar 27, 2013 17:00:07 GMT -5
As clangs reverberated in her skull, Kariss was glad Rineska wasn't staying with her. The five turn old had begged to be allowed to live in the candidate barracks with her mother, but Kariss had found someone to watch her, instead. It was hard being away from her - even though she could go visit all the time - but it was better than the fun that this morning would have been. Scared, crying children didn't make dawn pleasant.
Kariss didn't bother making herself look good. She arrived at the lesson dressed in yesterday's clothes, her hair mussed into sleepy tangles. If C'lior expected them to be up this early, he couldn't also expect them to be gorgeous. She certainly hadn't been treated like this during her first candidacy.
Moronic classmates aside, she actually did start to get a little excited. They were talking about dragons, after all, and that was one thing she really wanted. As C'lior announced his questions and people started to answer, Kariss flashed an excited smile before giving her own response. "I'm Kariss; I'm a beasthealer. I don't want a gold, but anything else would be great. Well...obviously not bronze, either. Or brown... Or garnet... Okay I would like something small, like a white or a nice green. Something quick and agile, because I want to be up there dealing with thread, not lumbering around down at the bottom like an over-protected golden herdbeast." She hesitated, realizing that comparing the size of a gold to something generally looked down on like a herdbeast might not be considered polite. "No offense to gold riders."
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Zi
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Post by Zi on Mar 27, 2013 19:41:11 GMT -5
Cayin was an airhead. Most anyone who knew him would be able to tell you this. They might also be able to tell you about Cayin's knack for not paying attention to where he was going, or what he was doing, or, well... anything. The man tended to simply zone out, almost constantly.
What had started as a perfectly normal day would turn out to be, without a doubt, quite the adventure for the glasssmith. He had been woken early by his firelizards squeaking and making a racket near a hole in the wall. A shake of his head at their apparent silliness, and Cayin decided to get up and start the day. Sure, it was early by his standards, but it didn't seem like he was going to get any peace and quiet anyways.
So it was that things were off to a noisy but totally normal start. He worked on getting dressed, and was almost finished before things took a turn for the strange. After pulling on one sock, he reached down to grab the other off the floor but it... slipped out of his grip? Confused, Cayin glanced down in time to see his sock, seemingly trapped on the head of a tunnelsnake or rat of some sort, take off out the door, the two energetic flits following close behind.
"Hey... I need that!" He called out, more amused than worried, and took off after them. The chase was of epic proportions (in his mind at least) and he put his all into chasing down his sock thief. He had almost caught up when the critter took a dive around a corner, his flits followed, and silence reigned. Dropping down to a crouch, he peeked just far enough around the corner to see the sock lying on the floor. With a wiggle of his derriere, Cayin jumped out from behind the corner and launched himself into the room, tackling his apparently abandoned sock and rolling across the floor before standing up, grinning with success and holding the sock above his head like a prize.
"Huzzah! Sock obtained!" He grinned, and only then realized that Lehr had returned to his shoulder and was cheeping nervously. Blinking, he looked around the room and took in the sight of many people, beds, and what looked like a meeting of some sort. Cayin had just launched himself right into the candidates barracks.
"Oh. Hi." The twenty-one turn old dropped to his butt and pulled on his sock anyways, not really realizing he shouldn't be there.
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Mystery
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Post by Mystery on Mar 27, 2013 22:30:17 GMT -5
x x
Oh just listen to them all. Kiss asses. Really, she'd be willing to bet that none of them wanted what they said they wanted. Except maybe the few that prattled on about wanting rank. They were honest, they were probably the only ones that actually had any truth to what they were saying. Nyssa, honestly, had no interest in any of them. Well, maybe Joskull, Bahari and Koroniket they seemed interesting enough. Maybe she could use them. Maybe she could find a reason to actually use whatever they were talking about.
Oh, was it her turn?
"My name is Nyssa, I have no craft. I want a gold. Only a gold, nothing else is even remotely worthy of me." She stated calmly, without the hint of arrogance. Really, it wasn't arrogance that made her decision so final. She knew what she needed to take her that distance that she needed to. She needed a gold to rule, she needed authority and power and that was all she wanted. Shards, if one of those little things came anywhere near her she was going to give it a good swift kick. She didn't have time for all these people.
"Besides, half of you won't get what you want, I'm actually going to make certain it happens."
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Post by Elessar on Mar 28, 2013 18:14:15 GMT -5
He was already awake when the banging began. He had been awake for almost half an hour, simply laying in bed, occasionally running a finger along his fire lizard's hide, petting her softly. As first an Apprentice, then Journeyman Smith, he was used to early mornings. The oddity of a Candidate's hours was baffling to poor Lucian, who still rose before dawn each day.
When the banging began, however, and C'lior kicked his bed solidly, he was more than awake. He was slightly angry. Dreamer, his poor, shy flitter, was screaming in panic, which only added to the chaos that C'lior was causing in the barracks. When a dragon's voice entered his mind, Lucian wondered how the other Candidates would fare with the rude awakening and only two minutes to assemble.
Throwing on a dark tunic, the front left half open, Lucian shoved his feet into his boots, doing his best to calm his frightened fire lizard, who was still shrieking and keening and clinging to him in terror. He already had on breeches, so he seemed to be one of the better dressed when he arrived to the common area. One boy had simply shown up in his sleeping furs.
Still stroking Dreamer, he stood off to the side as the others assembled. As more and more people appeared, Dreamer disappeared into the folds of his tunic, hiding and shivering against his bare skin. Lucian would have rolled his eyes, but he did feel pity for his poor little friend.
As the instructions came, Lucian listened as others offered their name, craft, and what they hoped to Impress. He was astounded at the sheer arrogance of most of his fellow Candidates. Bronze here, brown there, the promise of Impressing a Gold from one girl… Lucian raised his eyebrows.
"My name is Lucian, and I'm a Journeyman Smithcrafter. I'd like to Impress a white or amethyst, because I'm not arrogant enough to believe I'll get anything better. The dragon chooses the Candidate, not the other way around. Just because I'd like a certain color doesn't mean I'll get it, so why even hope? And color has nothing to do with prestige anyway."
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Mystery
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Post by Mystery on Mar 30, 2013 2:54:30 GMT -5
Oh his shoulder was gone.
Zeke stumbled slightly as Joskull moved and told him to stand on his own. Oh cute little fire lizard, hi. "I don't want to though." He all but whined as he sulked about having to stand up. It was all C'lior's fault. He'd woken him up and now he wanted him to do something about it, right? Well Zeke wasn't ready to be awake. Oh this? They were talkibng about crafts and things and oooh hey a sock!
When Lucian rolled into the room, Zeke almost clapped, except for the fact that his furs slipped dangerously when he tried and thus had to make a quick grab for them. He didn't want the ladies to see him completely naked! Well... you know, not yet anyway. Now if he could just concentrate on answer the questions. Heeeey how come she hadn't answered the questions at all? "I'm Zeke!" He piped up finally, offering a grin and a wink around the room as he did so. Evidently some of them were going to be his rider mates one day or maybe they would be candidates together for a bit longer, either way. "I don't ahve a craft, my family runs a cothold so I'm good at domestic things though! I want a green! Because, well, lets face it, green riders get laid more than anyone else ever does."
Well... he was honest, at least, right?
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Post by lore on Mar 31, 2013 18:31:00 GMT -5
When C'lior began his morning serenade, Emrissa was in the latrines. She was thus blissfully unaware of the noise; instead, she spent the time wondering if it had really been a good idea to eat those beans last night.
Then she heard a voice inside her head, and it definitely wasn't her own. It sounded like a guy's voice, soft-spoken and gentle. None of her mental voices ever sounded soft or gentle, nor did they feel so weird inside her head.
It was probably the Candidatemaster's dragon, she decided from the content. She was completely indignant. Weyrfolk! Didn't they have anything better to do than to send their dragons talking into people's brains? Emrissa was going to lodge a complaint with the Candidatemaster later in private - she wasn't having a freaky-ass male dragon talking in her head, especially not when she was taking a dump!
She paused in her indignation and actually considered the content of the message more carefully. Hadn't the voice said something about candidate lessons in two minutes? Her stomach was still a bit upset, but she had to be there for the lesson on time. What if they kicked her out of candidacy? The Rebellion needed her here!
She tried to run to the common area in time. Alas, her past as harper and lady's maid hadn't really prepared her for speed-sprinting in a Weyr she wasn't that familiar with, so she arrived late, ducking into the Candidate common area out of breath.
"Candidate Emrissa, reporting for duty! I'm here, sir!" she said loudly, as soon as the last Candidate finished talking. If she was loud and enthusiastic enough, they wouldn't kick her out of Candidacy, right?
Then she actually /looked/ at Zeke, her eyes slipping from his face to the bed furs with growing interest. Hmm, she wondered, was the Candidate in the bed furs /completely/ naked beneath them?
However, Emrissa was not one to be distracted from her goal by other Candidates, no! She dragged her eyes back to C'lior, to show her respect for his rank and how fervent she was about being a Candidate.
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Seven
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Post by Seven on Apr 1, 2013 13:43:04 GMT -5
Eir was not happy. Not at all. Who wanted to wake up to the annoying sound of a pot being banged? Or the threat of being kicked. Who wanted to wake up to an angry hissing garnet firelizard who's claws dug into your side as he spread his wings to hiss at the annoying one. Whose only thoughts were kill and maim. It was just a lovely thing to wake up to. The garnet was thinking about several different ways of getting at the man's eyes and Eir had to reach out and grab hold of the claws and teeth of said Garnet as he lunged, getting her own hand bloodied in the process. "Enough Freyr!" She snapped at him, sitting up and purposefully holding tighter as he struggled, though it hurt as his claws raked into her flesh. "Great! Another trip to the healers. Would you get over it!" she hissed at the Garnet firelizard, letting him go and the disgruntled creature fluttered over to the end of the bed. This was his. It was all his! He was the king after all! And all the pretty little queens were his too! And she! Eir was his! All his! No one else would take her! Vidar and Brynhildr sat up and looked at the firelizard, Vidar giving a growl and then a snort before laying back down. Why did they have to get up so early to so much loud noise? It was annoying. Eir paid them little head as she readied herself quickly and bandaged her scratches as efficiently as she could before giving a small whistle to Vidar and Bryn for them to follow, Freyr already coming to sit on her shoulder without so much as a command. She walked out then, and pressed her way towards the front.
She curtsied to the Candidate Master. "Good morning, Sir," she said her her practiced pleasant tone.
That was when it started, the instructions given and Candidates already participating. Eir was quiet and patient before she interjected her turn and her thoughts. "My name is Eir. I don't have a craft. I am the daughter of the Lord and Lady of Sollace Hold. I don't think it matters what I Impress so much as anyone can accomplish great things given their chance. A green is as great as a gold and a blue as great as a bronze. It is the individual that matters." Now how much of that she actually believed was uncertain - even to her. Birth did matter to a point. Most especially amongst dragons, whers, and firelizards. Personally, she wouldn't mind an Obsidian, not a Topaz, though if one chose her, she supposed she would be happy enough. A green was fine as well, as long as it was intelligent. She'd like to stay away from Amethyst and Garnet all together if she could. Perhaps a nice steady adn calm blue would be nice. Or maybe a beautiful black ebony dragon. Whatever the case, she had her own thoughts... Those she spoke and those she kept to herself.
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Ace
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Post by Ace on Apr 1, 2013 23:20:00 GMT -5
Oh, shells. He was surrounded by idiots. There was Zeke, but at least the lad had gotten off him and taken the hint. There were girls who wanted golds, and girls who would be "happy with anything". Which, as far as Joskull was concerned, was utter bullshit. Everyone had something that pictured themselves with, when they imagined their futures as a dragonrider. It was impossible not to picture a color on the dragon you were flying with. Of course, the boys weren't any better. Instead of being wish-washy, they were somewhere in space. Zeke, apparently, wasn't the only one.
And then, there was Eir. Elbowing his brother, the blond shifted to glance at the high-born young woman. "Yeah, look, I don't think anyone is going to believe 'station of birth' doesn't mean anything, coming from the child of a Lord Holder. Why are you here, anyways? Don't you have enough?" he scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. Didn't she know? You couldn't take a dragon back to the hold! That was part of the reason Joskull had left the Hold in the first place. (Nevermind his family was here, she didn't need to know that.)
Ah, Joskull, ever his mother's son. Causing trouble with other candidates.
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Post by jilli on Apr 2, 2013 1:28:27 GMT -5
Dalrian had stayed user in the shadows studying the candidates as they introduced themselves. What idiots. Did they think that dragons would respond well to blind ambition that would probably get them all killed in their first flight against the thread? There were some who seemed to get the picture however.
He smiled to himself as he laced up his shirt. Those who were happy just to have been selected. So there were good ones In every bunch of egotistical nuts.
He started to walk over to Eir. He hadn't had the opportunity to see her since they'd been searched. Hisame betweened into existence and flounced onto his shoulder. The large topaz chittered angrily at him for having left her behind.
" you were still asleep!- chitter - well you're here now so hush."
There were only a few people left between himself and Eir and he gave a smile of warm approval when she voiced her ideal. Then the young man with a mouth that was apparrently quicker than his brain spoke up in what was quite a pointed personal attack at Eir. That lit a spark of annoyance in his eyes.
He knew he wasn't anything to her, but she'd come from solace with him. She represented home. And he knew how the lord Nd lady felt about their younger children. Rather than calling the young man out on his error, he simply pushed past him, bumping him out of the way as he raised his voice to override the offensive words of the guy talking to his brother.
"Dalrian. Journeyman carpenter and artist. And I believe as Eir does." He gave her one of his lazy charming smiles. "Every dragon is an individual, and it's their choice, not ours, who is bonded to which color. I would think as candidates you people would realize that the dragon itself is more important than whatever pathetic need for influence you feel in yourself." he shrugged and nodded respectfully to the candidate master.
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Post by Zero on Apr 2, 2013 9:46:25 GMT -5
Gaius wasn’t running late at all. Oh no. It just so happened that he had been searching for his misplaced boot as everyone else gathered around the CandidateMaster and began to introduce themselves. After digging through the chest at the foot of his bed, he came to realize that the boot must have been kicked under the bed during the wake up call chaos. So grumbling to himself about the inconsiderate bastards he had to share the barracks with, Gaius finished getting dressed and walked over to join the rest of the group.
Stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, and idly wondering when they’d be having breakfast, Gaius tried to pay attention as the rest of the candidates introduced themselves. It was the usual responses. Some wanted their ruling golds and bronzes and others claim they would be happy with anything. He rolled his eyes at the later. It was a bunch of crap. Everyone at least had an idea of what they wanted. He sure as hell did.
“Gaius.” He finally introduced himself during a break in the chatter. “No craft, my family worked a farm. I want a garnet, strictly for the challenge and the learning experience. An ebony or white would do just as well too.” Folding his arms over his chest, he shifted uncomfortably as his stomach rumbled and growled. “So... when are we gonna eat?” [/font]
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