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If you want your character to RP with these two jerks, post here and we can work something out. Just keep my won'ts in mind, since those are basically nonnegotiable.
Will:
Do fights/conflict/whatever (I mean. Mob boss. Kinda comes with the territory)
Do non-XaaaCi setting
Won't:
Do romance plots (Aleksand's married to a woman and asexual, Puelath is not terrible romantic)
Play anything rape-y (includes forced catching/flightsex). (I should not need to explain this.)
Do non-Pern settings (They're both very... entrenched in Pern to exist)
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Sep. 27th, 2015 06:46 pm[The mess hall should have been almost entirely empty; it was too early for most of High Reaches' residents to be up and about, and those few that were nocturnal were still an hour or so away from eating dinner and going to bed.
Thus, it was ideal for one particularly irate new weyrling and the day-old Jasper hopping after her to come to grips with this whole "stuck in High Reaches when you're a wanted criminal" thing.]
"This is going very, very poorly. Also, I want to punch someone."
:Not my problem, bandit.:
[The jasper, Puelath, lashed her tail to punctuate her statement. She was well aware of Aleksand's... stress management issues... seeing as the Singer had lapsed into her Breaking Song while trying to flee the Hatching Sands following her Impression, but she didn't see why things would be going poorly already.]
"You are the problem."
[There was no real heat to the accusation. The bond was made and the "bandit" (really mafia don), Aleksand, was not going to kill a dragon because she was inconvenient.]
:Bandit. It has only been a day. They know nothing save that you are a Singer and a Wher Lord, and I will not tell them your identity. Things will be fine.:
[Puelath's words were of little comfort. She had all three of the gang's signature tattoos, and if there were the slightest idea of why the Scarler Wher was rarely given they would be on her in a second. Puelath's eyes yellowed with shared anxiety, even if she disagreed.
While they were both visibly agitated, Aleksand did look at the doorways at any sound of footsteps to see if anyone would come. She was unused to being isolated from her lieutenants to this extreme, and she would probably latch onto any conversation offered her.]
Thus, it was ideal for one particularly irate new weyrling and the day-old Jasper hopping after her to come to grips with this whole "stuck in High Reaches when you're a wanted criminal" thing.]
"This is going very, very poorly. Also, I want to punch someone."
:Not my problem, bandit.:
[The jasper, Puelath, lashed her tail to punctuate her statement. She was well aware of Aleksand's... stress management issues... seeing as the Singer had lapsed into her Breaking Song while trying to flee the Hatching Sands following her Impression, but she didn't see why things would be going poorly already.]
"You are the problem."
[There was no real heat to the accusation. The bond was made and the "bandit" (really mafia don), Aleksand, was not going to kill a dragon because she was inconvenient.]
:Bandit. It has only been a day. They know nothing save that you are a Singer and a Wher Lord, and I will not tell them your identity. Things will be fine.:
[Puelath's words were of little comfort. She had all three of the gang's signature tattoos, and if there were the slightest idea of why the Scarler Wher was rarely given they would be on her in a second. Puelath's eyes yellowed with shared anxiety, even if she disagreed.
While they were both visibly agitated, Aleksand did look at the doorways at any sound of footsteps to see if anyone would come. She was unused to being isolated from her lieutenants to this extreme, and she would probably latch onto any conversation offered her.]
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