It's dead Jim
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Clouds as dark as coal float omninously across the sky, dense but scattered enough to let little rays of morninglight escape onto the shores below. The tide is low, slowly drifting onto the shore of the lagoon with seafoam stained black as it receeds back into the depths. Word has gone out, and many, while curious, limit their viewing from upwind and overhead. The stench from the quickly rotting corpse has already wafted into the air for the denizens of Half Moon Bay to breathe in as they rise in the morning. Kadesh is a little more braver than most, standing on the shore, upwind of the creature. Arms are crossed over her chest while she walks along side the mysterious thing, watching tiny crabs and other bits of sea life already consuming the remains while it's still reachable. She presses her thin lips in a line and she nods her head, resolute. There's only one thing to do in this situation: find someone willing to deep fry it. Or… the responsible thing of getting rid of it. That, too.
Why, or why, is S'van on the beach this early in the freakin' morning? Probably because his dragon is utterly fascinated by the dead creature, and has dragged him along to stare at it. He's still wearing a light shirt and cotton pants, likely what he considers to be pajamas, having not bothered to change into anything else just yet. At least he pulled on his boots. His shirt is pulled up over his nose in a vain attempt to block out the smell, and he's glaring daggers into the bronze beast who appears delighted at the massive dead… thing taking up residence in the lagoon. Standing just at the edge where sand-meets-bowl, the weyrling is DEFINITELY not going any closer. "Don't shardin' care what you think," he mutters through his mouth, trying not to breathe through his nose, "You've got NO sense of smell." At least not like he does. "Ugh."
Brave is one word for it, though perhaps not the word the dolphineer who doesn't get the luxury of standing up wind would attach to such an odiferous occasion. Tanit is suited up as she moves up from the water black rivulets streaming down her face, and she grabs a towel leaving black stains where her face is wiped. "The water should clear in a few weeks then?" Continuing the conversation with a Journeyman nearby, who shrugs. "Never been much precedence for something of this size before." The diver snorts and steps off, either utterly immune to the stink, or else she's got wax shoved so far up her nose she won't be able to breathe out of it for days. "I wouldn't let him stick it in his mouth Sev. We still haven't figured out if it's toxic yet." The diver calls walking up the beach with a tip of her chin in respectful greeting to the weyrwoman.
Kadesh smirks at the poor Weyrling and his discomfort. Oh, best believe the goldrider hates the smell. HATES IT. It's what woke her up faster than a mug of klah brewed extra strong could. She's just used to hiding disappointment on her face better than anyone. You can thank Ila'den for that. You can thank Ila'den for ALL THE THINGS FOUL. Just cause. Movement out of the corner of her eye catches her attention and Kadesh glances over to peer at the Dolphineer approaching, returning the nod in kind. "So, were you able to find out anything new about this…" She just holds her hands up, motioning to ALL of the creature. "Oooh, make sure that washes out of your skin. We had some bad squid turns back. Made everyone sparkly. Turned out to be their mating juices or something." The sea is a cruel mistress, she has many tricks and turns as many, too. Celimoth is SMARTLY upwind of the thing. A smooth and silky mezzo-soprano slips through Aeduluth, with a faint staccato in the background. « The smell is far less offensive over here. »
Aedeluth looks mildly offended, turning his giant wedge-head to peer one great eye over at Tanit. Snort. "He wasn't going to eat the thing," Sev translates, looking repulsed and, also, offended. "He's got more sense than that." Maybe. But the bronze does scoot a bit closer and, because apparently he's along for the ride, S'van will come closer as well. Closer. But not close. "Ugh," and he makes another face and pinches his nose, shirt still acting as a really poor filter. The bronze has no qualms about the smell, likely because he has either very little sense of smell, or because like most creatures, what smells 'bad' to people just smells 'fascinating' to him. "Sparkly…" shudder, followed quickly by a rather horrified, "mating juices?" That just sounds amazing. The drone and whirr of his mind kicks up a notch, connections reaching for the creature (dead and therefore not speaking) and then to Celimoth. « I find it enjoyable, » a lie. If only because it makes Sev look horrified for the moment it takes before Aede's amusement spills out of him. « Fascinating, » not a lie. There's a little outstretch of his neck, a little *boop* of his nose against the gelatinous mass, and then a huff. « But rather dead. »
HERE IS THE MAN OF THE HOUR, THE ONE YOU CAN ALL THANK, the bronzerider who is kind of like Kadesh in that he's an honest to Faranth badger and doesn't at all seem offended by the offensive stench of Jim or his repugnant deadness. No, Ila'den comes up alongside Kadesh where he stills with thick-muscled arms crossed over a broad chest, dressed head to toe in his leathers with that eyepatch over his eye and - a tilt of the head, his solitary remaining eye on the Weyrwoman as he asks, "So how are you going to eat this one, Kadesh?" Because the truth of the matter is that DESH is the one you need to thank for ALL THE THINGS FOUL. Like her existence for starters. Ila'den's attention does roam briefly to S'van first, and then Tanit - where it lingers - before he's all eye on the goldrider again. "And this time, leave me the fuck out of it." That smile is teasing, but it's a wolf's smile: too many teeth, too many ways to get eaten, not enough ways to run. "Last time you wanted pickled wherry feet, the smell didn't come out for days."
Tanit blinks at Kadesh, "Sparkly." Well that was new information, the further explanation earns a slant of her mouth. "Well it ain't squid sex juice I'm covered in, thank Faranth." Somehow the diver manages to keep a straight face through the statement, "Most squid ink as a defense mechanism." Which begs the question doesn't it? What could something this massive possibly be frightened of. "Although to be fair, fish pee and have sex in the ocean all the time too so, I guess it doesn't bother me quite as much to think about." No that little part of her brain is shut off. "Pardon, but who the fuck are you?" She stares at Ila'den, squinting as though trying to place him.
Kadeshes eyes light up, BOTH OF THEM SINCE ILA CAN'T. Unless he shoved glows behind the eyepatch or something. "Thanks for reminding me!" she says, hands clasping together over her heart while she tilts her head to the side, spilling raven hair over her shoulders while she grins. "I need more pickling materials. I wonder if there's a good piece on this thing, and I'll have you know, those feet wouldn't smell if they came from the right booth! They use a different brine before they fry them up." She even goes as far as making slurping sounds, licking the tips of her fingers before chuckling darkly. Celimoth does her draconic equivalent to a shrug towards Aedeluth, « Suit yourself. Oh, you touch it. You take it. » NO REFUNDS. Kadesh raises a curious brow towards Tanit and then back to Ila'den, smirking. "Oh, this is Ila'den. The reason why there's so many brown bags being distributed from the Healer Hall and cautionary letters sent to residents with strange smelling creams attached." In other words: he spreads disease. Probably all of them. Beamkles.
S'van is close enough to chat with people. If he can get enough air into his lungs to actually form words. Right now, it's all garbled sounds of distress, coupled with coughs and vague choking noises. *hack hack death*. "Ugh." Tanit is suspiciously eyed for her DELIGHTFUL descriptions of just what goes on in the wild oceans, and Sev decides he's, "never gonna swim in there again," rather hastily. He'll forget. Probably. Aedeluth? He'll flash mental glance towards Celimoth and just… poke it again. Deliberatly. Slow-nose poke to see how far he can shove his muzzle in before it becomes too firm to do so. « Mine then. » a considerate pause. « His name is Jim now. » And it is now his pet. Or his play-thing. Much to Sev's horror. « Relax. I'm almost positive it won't explode for at least another sevenday. » There's a general 'shoot me now' look about him, and even thoughts of pickled wherry feet and Ila-spread illness cannot make him look more uncomfortable.
That grey eye is on Tanit as soon as the woman speaks, dark brows rising towards dark hair as he answers in husky tones, burr thick, "I'm the man standing on the fucking beach talking to his Weyrwoman. Who the fuck are you?" Of course, it's more, ''Oo the fuck arr ye?' but accents are a pain in the ass to type out, so fight me. Like Kadesh, who is drawing Ila'den's attention back to her when she speaks, and makes sounds and slurps on her fingers and exhibits exactly why Jim and his Death-Stench are probably not nearly as foul and offensive as they should be. But if there's any disgust for the Weyrwoman's display, it manifests in amusement: a wicked smile, low, chest-rumbling laughter that's short-lived and remains when Kadesh gives his introduction and implies that he is Pestilence and Disease. He doesn't dispute it, he merely turns that wolfish smile onto Tanit, as if he's challenging her, before S'van becomes the focal point for that grey eye. "Don't forget about the people who have sex in the water, either, little bird." Ila'den drawls on that roguishly husky brogue. See, it's directed to Tanit, but he's looking at S'van because S'van is the one having a reaction to all the terrible things that happen under the sea.
Tanit squints, first at Kadesh and then at Ila'den as he is introduced. There is more squinting for a moment. "Oh, poor, poor, R'hyn. Did he know you were patient zero before he weyrmated you?" No tact, and lets just blame Kadesh for the diver taking her at her word. As for Sev? Tanit is always happy to supply fresh horrors for the weyrling's mind, "Well, at least we know we don't have to worry 'till the waters sparkle. I suppose you could try eating it, but squid's usually best fresh." If the bronzerider expected Tanit to go all blushing and bashful… "Well, that too, though people are usually a little less messy. Water tends to have the opposite effect people expect it to."
UNDER THE SEA~ UNDER THE SEA~ DOWN HERE IS WHERE ILA'DEN SPREADS DISEASE~ « Be sure to take it with you and off of my beach when you leave. » The gold rumbles deep, with the slightest bit of amusement towards Aedeluth, sharing the image of the dragon carting the beastie back to the barracks and it takes a little bit of self control to keep the Weyrwoman from bursting out laughing. Kadesh turns and peers over to S'van with a little over-exaggerated pout on her face and oh so sad puppy eyes. "Are you seriously going to take this little morsel? Well, be sure to save me a piece." The look of horror already on the poor weyrlings face about all the big scary things? SO ADORBS. "All so very true," the Weyrwoman chimes in on Tanit's comment. Water rinses vital things away. Too bad it couldn't rise away a putrid decomposing mass of puss filled tissue, otherwise known as Ila'den's manhood. I suppose we need to get rid of this thing, too, before it drives away our tourists." Everything said with a wide smile until the tourist part. D'oh.
Ila'den gets a look. It's a look that says 'I don't care for your words, sir,' only not nearly as politely. S'van does not want to think about other people having sex. Not in THIS context. With THIS stench filling his nose, and those images from Tanit floating in his brain. "People is one thing," he manages to say, though it's heavily garbled, because Sev has currently given up breathing and is playing that dangerous 'how long can I hold my breath before I pass out' game. "Fish pee and stuff? No thanks." This is sounding vaguely familiar, and it is likely Tanit and Sev had this conversation before (THEY TOTALLY DID!) and he has forgotten. And then Tanit's tossing out all those fighting words to go with ILA's fighting words, and briefly Sev is confused. But really, it's just the stench of the thing. Probably killing brain cells. "No," for Kadesh. "Definitely not taking that thing back. Thanks. We already have a shark." A dead shark. Aedeluth, tho? Seems to share a different opinion on the matter. « Wouldn't fit, » he decides. « Besides. The juxtaposition of the beach at sunset with the glossy, decaying flesh of (pet) Jim? Wouldn't want to deprive the people. » or maybe because he can't physically move it, and the brief contemplation he gives to having Sev hack it up (he was a butcher, after all) is resolutely rejected by said ex-butcher.
Poor, poor R'hyn? Ila'den doesn't show offense at the insult, nor to being referred to as patient zero; instead, the man laughs again, chest-rumbling and brief before he answers with, "Ahhh, so you've discussed me." It's neither a confirmation nor a denial of what R'hyn did or did not know about Ila'den before they became weyrmates. It's just another wolfish smile, another shift of his attention back to Kadesh as the insults just keep coming and Ila'den seems - genuinely - unperturbed by them. "Pity that," about his manhood, he means. "And I just keep finding women who can't say no to a good flight, so even after mine is gone, theirs will be around." A beat. "Speaking of my ugly offspring, did you hear that Risali weyrmated Th'ero's chit?" THIS COULD BE USED AS POLITICAL LEVERAGE SOMEHOW, RIGHT? It's probably why Ila'den's tipping sideways towards the Weyrwoman and breathing out, "You're welcome." HEY IT'S OKAY, IT'S OKAY, YOU'RE WELCOME. Like S'van is welcome - S'van who gives Ila'den a not-nice look that says, 'I don't care for your words, sir,' while Ila'den responds with an expression that says, 'Look at all the fucks I have to give.' (Hint: it's exactly zero). Tanit asked him who the fuck he was first; Ila'den gives what he gets - regardless of gender. Have you met Risali? Women are tough, he's all about gender equality. But for what it's worth, the goal was not to make Tanit blush. It was to make S'van think twice about going in the water ever again. "Touche," he responds, around more laughter.
Sev and Tanit have totally had this conversation before, or one like it. Dozens like it. It's almost become a favorite past time to see just how much shock and horror she can visit upon her best friend. As for Ila? "Only your terrible taste in women, and excellent taste in Men." Tanit admits blithely. "I thought generally speaking flights didn't count, because the dragons do all the work?" Why Sev of all people gets her focus with the question, the world may never know. Other than you know, he impressed and is learning about this kind of stuff right? Tanit looks at the sea creature and Kadesh in turn, falling quiet to listen.
Oh Tanit. Sev knew ALL ABOUT THAT STUFF way before Aede came alone. He's just gonna get to PRACTICE it now. "Uh, pretty sure we do some work there, too…" is all she's gonna get, tho. Because he's peering at Ila'den again, like it's somehow not life-threatening to do so. Because yeah. He's met Risali. Wrestled with her, even. Speaks her name, even. "Risali?" because while he knew Ila'den was her dad, it's maybe slipped his mind until RIGHT THIS MINUTE. And the look of 'oh fuck' on his face just kinda says it all. Giant dead sea-creatures are way safer than this conversation. Thankfully, Kadesh provides distraction. "Um. Sure…" for the shark. "It is all yours." Not least of all because he is the BOSS around here. Aedeluth? Still poking his giant dragon nose into the giant-er dead sea monster, looking amused as the flesh takes on the imprint to oh-so-slowly pop out again. « S'van, stick your hand in it… » "UGH no!" « Pft. Pussy. »
"He pities me," Ila'den tells Tanit with dry humor. "I'll take what I can get." Tanit thought that generally flights don't count? Ila'den's smile is more muted this time - less teeth, more the pull of lips at the corners that's bordering on pity as he breathes out, "Yes, little bird. That's the joke." That he can only get women to sleep with him during flights, of course. Still, despite the arguably douche calling-out, Ila'den's words sound amused and distinctly lacking in malice. Then Ila'den's attention is on Kadesh again, because they are talking about his sassy hell-spawn, and Ila'den is raising his brows around another laugh. "I doubt it's good at all for K'vir. Last I saw him, he was in the infirmary with a broken arm, bruises, and some burns." What he doesn't say is that Risali wasn't at all involved in that debacle. There was an explosion, and one very unlucky bronzerider. "We'll see if she doesn't end up eating him in some sort of weird mating ritual. Faranth help us all then." LIKE S'VAN. WHO MIGHT NEED IT, because Ila'den is looking at S'van with a tilt of that head and a wolfish smile as that lone grey eye rakes up the weyrling in a manner that's as assessing as it is borderline feral. "It sounds like you've run into the little wildcat. And you're alive." A beat, and then, "Well done."
Whoa, wait. What's this? S'van met Risali and lived? "You didn't mate with her, did you? They like to breed before they feed." She looks gravely and nods her head towards Ila'den. RIGHT?Celimoth rumbles low, turning her head to the clouds and then turns it back to the weyr. Those normally blue eyes begin to flash, slowly making the transition to red. Kadesh opens her mouth to say something but freezes, scowling while she peers over to Celimoth, then soon enough, shoulders sag and she just shakes her head. "Idiots. Ila'den? You get this thing off of my beach. Don't care how you do it. Work with the Dolphineers (Read: Tanit) and make sure it isn't poisonous or does that weird thing that happens with you put alot of salt on it. Uh, if you need another set of hands. Use the Weyrlings if the Weyrlingmaster's allow. They'll have to get over their fear of meat, anyway, when they take that shark out of the barracks." AND LOOK, THERE'S ONE CONVENIENTLY RIGHT HERE. Even his dragon is doing some quality control testing. With that being said, Kadesh raises her hand in a sloppy salute to Ila'den (it's supposed to be the other way around) and then she begins to stomp her way up to the weyr. Before getting far, she turns, grumbling. "I need to start charging these spectators' weyrs for their clog in sky traffic. Near collision in the bowl and nearly took out our watchdragon. Now I'm going to hear whining all sevenday long." At that, Kadesh gets back to business. It's going to be a busy day. Better find some other poor unsuspecting critter to eat. Maybe her shipment of dried salted crawlies came in.
S'van is not a piece of meat, so GET YER EYE OFF ME, ILA! Kay thanks. "What?" to Kadesh. "Of course not!" And dude. Her dad is RIGHT THERE! The mental image that goes with that thought is just a bit too much for him, and the expression on his face would likely say it all. Thankfully, it is more or less hidden by the shirt still pressed up over his nose, so the world may never know how Sev feels about THAT particular idea. Dry. Humorless. "Yes. Met her." He'll go ahead and leave out the details of that particular encounter, however. "And lived to tell the tale." Props to Sev. But then weyrlings are suddenly being offered as tribute in the Dead Monster Games? OH HELL NO "Aedeluth, breakfast time." Cause ditching carcass-cutting for dragon-care is TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE RIGHT?! Sorry, not sorry, Tanit. "Good luck," and he'll even give her a little pat-pat on the shoulder if he happens to walk past her. "Have fun with that."
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