Breakfast {OPEN RP!}

[Ellorian]

In her months among der'Algai, Arala had developed what could only be called a swagger. In her early days she trotted from place to place, always eager to please and with alacrity. Thinking on it now she felt foolish, as though she had been a pup back then, without the teeth to lend weight to her newly minted snarl. But soon the status of her assignment to the elite squad sunk in and she slowed her pace when responding to anyone who wasn't a commanding officer among der’Algai’s number. And so it was this morning she did not hasten to Doeshan’s request for her to visit his yards and instead strolled into the Fortress mess like she was the guest at some grand event. Her hips swayed, not seductively, but rather like she was a hunting lioness stalking her prey.

 

The small Taraboner girl wore tan breeches and a gray coat despite the fact that she was within the Fortress walls. She was so used to the white she usually wore that the dark colors still shocked her when she caught sight of herself in the mirrors of the unlit stand lamps. But it was her day off and as much as she loved the uniform and what it represented, she didn’t want to be one of those zealots who were never out of their white. Besides, her tiny braids were still beaded in white and gold, a clear sign to all of who she was at heart.

 

“I hardly know where to begin with you, Sian,†a hard voice from behind her said, startling her though she did not show it. Well, not by much.

 

“You should be in my office, for one thing,†Doeshan said in a dry tone that was impossible to read.

 

“Well you’re not there, so how do you know I’m not?†She said smoothly. He really did have a lovely face if only it wasn’t so stony all the time. She kept her eyes on his so as not to let them rove over his broad shoulders or anything else that would make her blush. To her surprise, the Drillmaster barked a laugh.

 

“I suppose that is fair, but I could ask you the same. I will refrain, however, and instead ask exactly what it is you think you’re wearing.†A long silence as neither spoke. “Well?†he asked.

 

“That wasn’t a question,†she said simply, ignoring the grin that wanted to tug at the corners of her mouth. His look quickly told her to pursue another avenue of conversation. “I am not on duty.â€

 

“Be that as it may, you are still a Child are you not? But I suppose if the ridiculousness of your dress does not bother you, I shall not let it bother me either.†Doeshan’s face was again stone. He rather liked trying to perturb the young Bannerman. She had a fiery temper topped only by her arrogance. Both were amusing to him, as was watching her blush and yet try to remain cool and collected as any good der’Algai would. Honestly, there was no fault in not wearing a uniform when not on duty, but as she lived in the tents with the rest of her band, Arala would not know that and as it was early and all the on-duty Children were hurriedly trying to get in a meal before going out to assignment, the circumstances favored the Drillmaster’s attempt at ruffling the girl’s calm façade.

 

“Yes, sir,†Arala said, trying to keep her voice even. She could feel her cheeks heating and it was as though she forgot how to swagger when she turned once more to go get a plate of food. It took every ounce of her self-control to appear calm (if red-faced) as she took her food and found a seat. Usually one to dine in the center of the mess where all could see (and presumably admire) her, the once brash young girl found a place in the corner and desperately hoped someone would come in and…well, anything that would make her feel less awkward.

[Segani]

when Guelamin entered the mess, it was without any sort of ceremony, simply entering quietly. Not slipping in, not striding in, just walking in and unobtrusively taking a plate of food for himself. The officers had their own mess hall, but it was far more formalized, requiring more interaction with other officers than Guelamin usually felt like. And it served meals at a more fixed hour, rather than being open at all times for a hungry Child just getting off duty. Most of those eating were too busy eating to speak with him of pay him any attention. And that was the way Guelamin liked it.

 

Except that today, somebody was sitting in his customary seat in the corner, a young girl dressed in dark clothing and staring at her plate in front of her. The other side was full of busily eating, laughing young Children in uniform. Little choise at all, really, though he did wish he could have had some solitude.

 

Guelamin took a seat near the young woman, glowering at her before turning to his own plate. Usually nobody sat over here until the mess was full; it was furthest from the door and the kitchens, and most liked some company. Why was this Child here? He pointedly ignored her and began to eat.

[Arinth]

Corik's white cloak fluttered behind him as he walked purposefully towards the mess hall. Not everyone wore their uniform on their day off, but he was nothing if not a Child of the Light. He felt lost when he was not wearing his cloak, and so he wore it whenever possible. The red strands of hair that fell into his face did not stop his stern expression from keeping passersby silent. He had not been with the Children that long, but he was well known for his seriousness. Many wondered why he hadn't choosen the Hand, and he had no answer.

 

The mess hall was crowded as usual with men and women eating their food between classes and patrols. Scanning the room he frowned. He did not see any of his fellow soldiers that he knew well. His frown depened even more when he saw Arala. The women was insane. He would remember Tar Valon and how she had acted for the rest of his life. They had nearly been killed there. She would have, without question, if he had not stepped in to save her over-confident neck. He still wasn't sure how they had escaped alive but they were both here now so things must have turned out all right.

 

Gathering his food he decided that he should have a word of two with her. He had not seen her much, if at all, since that trip. He deserved some kind of thank you from the woman and he intended to get it. As he approached he noticed that she was rather red faced, almost as if she was blushing. That was surely interesting because Arala was not the kind of girl to blush easily.

 

"Arala, I don't think I've seen you since we left Tar Valon. How exactly was it that we got out of there alive again. For some strange reason I can't quite remember exactly what happened?"

 

Corik smiled as he took his seat opposite Arala. He tried to hide the smile that was forming as he waited for her reaction. He was sure it would be very entertaining. Was it possible that her face could turn even more red?

[Ellorian]

Arala glowered mostly at her food but managed to maintain her sour expression on the rare occasions when she looked up from what she was doing. And older man, no doubt an officer, sat near her. He, too, glowered and if her face had not already been at the maximum amount of frowning she could manage, she would have deepened it for the newcomer. He acted as if she had taken his seat. Phaw! Arala had just turned her concentration to the small crusty roll that had gotten soggy with gravy when a voice caught her attention once again.

 

"Arala, I don't think I've seen you since we left Tar Valon. How exactly was it that we got out of there alive again. For some strange reason I can't quite remember exactly what happened?"

 

For the moment at least, the young Taraboner forgot her embarassment. Well, actually she just traded it in for another, but she pefered not to think of it that way. Her cheeks, on the other hand, did not agree and turned even redder.

 

Tar Valon had been the height of Arala's "attitude problems" as her commanding officers liked to call them. It was hard to say if it was just the annoyance at being stuck in that city of witches, having to be around Analie for so long, or the smug attitude of that useless hulking brute that begged to join their ranks, but Arala had most definitly crossed the line between reason and...well, whatever was on the other side of that.

 

She had ended up in a stree brawl, more or less, with a man three times her size. Her sword had been broken straight away and she was just about to be run through but the crazed troglodyte when Corik stepped in. Well, ok, as much as she hated to admit it, he flat out rescued her. He saved her life. She hated him for it.

 

Between the two of them, Arala was able to walk away from the fight unscathed save for her pride. Needless to say, since then she had avoided Corik. She owed him thanks as much as she wanted to poke him in the eye. A proud girl she was, and it wasn't easy to admit that. Maybe in other circumstances she would have been more reasonable, but at the moment she was at her limit for being humiliated.

 

"You forgot? What, did you hit your head?" Arala sneered. Not the wittiest thing to say, but it was all that came to her. She was really off her game at the moment. "You stuck your nose in where it wasn't needed and I had to..." She couldn't even finish the sentence it was such a lie! Suddenly she laughed, tossing her head back. Her moods were like lightening, unpredictable and random. Smiling genuinly at the man for the first time she started again.

 

"Between the two of us we had the oaf begging for mercy. Maybe a little more you than me, but still, I say 'we'". It was a lie, but she hoped it passed for some sort of thanks since she still could not make her lips form the words. "And we rode all the way back to the Fortress with him trussed like a pig on the back of pack mule, didn't we?" She laughed again, her tiny braids shaking and her big liquid eyes mirthful.

 

Arala winked at Corik and waited for a reply.

[Sam]

Brandeis assaulted the offending doors with a scowl. He send them crashing into the walls; snapping shut behind him with a loud click. A small hiss of irritation escaped his lips as he glared around the mess hall.

 

The clang of cutlery caused his face to twitch perceptibly; rubbed against his raw and frayed nerves. Vanishing was the gentle relaxed state of inebriation. The hollow vacuum being filled all too soon by a migraine of epic proportions.

 

Brandeis had naturally--the night before--been engaged in a demanding philosophical discussion with none other than Con Starvos. Each of his points had been accentuated with a pint... or two. The conversation was so deep and complex that it had finished several hours previous.

 

Water!

 

His immense thirst dictated his next move. Eyes like gravel slid over the mess hall. A rapid walk saw him standing before an occupied table. This hardly mattered to Brandeis who was busy eyeing a mug dolefully. Casting about a tremendous withering stare to forestall objections, Brandeis snatched up the mug; downed its contents, placed the empty vessel down and threw a conspiritorial grin before marching off.

[perine]

Shirae had entered the Fortress of the Light some weeks ago and she felt so lost at everything that was taking place around her. Things were not as simple as she had made them out to be in her dreams. She would have to work hard to gain any recognition among the Children. Her grandfathers name did not get her any special priveledges, even though a few of them had known of him. To them he was no-one special, just an long dead Inquisitor. Definately not the heroic man Shirae had made him to be. The reality had struck her hard. She hated to admit that she had created a legend of Sheir, a legend that she had kept alive for her own dreams and thoughts.

 

She did not regret her choice for running away. She shivered still at the thought of going to the Withces Lair, to try and join them. How could her mother have tried to force her to do it? And how could her brother have wanted to go there of his own free will. Her mother would have heard news of her dissapearance by now and would be trashing all the porceline in the kitchens most likele. The thought made Shirae grin to herself as she made her way to the mess hall. She was hungry and needed a good meal to last the day's work ahead.

 

The hall was almost full when she entered. And the people eating their breakfast seemed more sour than usual. Shirae quickly got a plate and a mug of water and found a seat in an already occupied table, looking apologetly to the ones sitting in it. She did not recognize them, but that was not such a suprise, she had a bad memory with names. And it did not matter she did nto know them, surely they would not mind her presense that much. After all she was just there to eat her plate empty.

 

ooc. not getting out of my LOA. was just bored at work and wanted to get a feel to Shirae.

EDITED to breakfast not supper...:)

[jasonr]

ooc: getting off my lazy arse and starting... finally. *shrugs* Forgive me if I mess up my name, my brain isn't working today. *tries to think of reason to magicly turn up at the Fortress*... *fails* oh well.

 

IC: Thurin was in a rage. He had arrived at the Fortress about a week ago driven by his thurst for revenge. The object of his hate was his brother-in-law, Noy. The goat-kissing fool who had ruined his sister. Worst of all, the man could channel. It had not taken Thurin long to come to that conclusion, and he didn't dare tell anyone that.

 

It was in the morning and Thurin had come to the mess hall to break his evening fast. When he bit down his rage and opened the doors, he was once again shocked at the number of people in the Fortress. Thurin was a mercant before becoming a Child, so he had seen cities, but it was hard to believe so many people were in one place, all eating together. In the merchant buisness, Toran was reasonably succesful, and had grown a little chubby from his profits, although he liked to think of himself as "pleasently plump". Thurin remembered when was atacked because he was seen as week. Of course, the fools had completely over-looked his guards. Even so, becuase of that experiance, Thurin decided to learn how to use knives.

 

When he looked around for a table, he saw only one open. Sitting at it were four people, two men and two women. A man and women were chatting, and one woman was simply eating her meal. The last person, a man, was clearly ignoring them all. Once Thurin had gotten his plate, he sat down next to the woman. Thurin still had rage in his eyes, and when he looked at them, he would not blame them if they thought that he was mad at them. Thurin simply sat and ate, not in a mood to talk. He would talk if someone was talking to him, but he was not about to start a conversation. Mess halls were for eating, and what was the point of chatting, he had revenge to take.

 

ooc: forgive me if it is dinner, but the thread does say breakfast *points to title*

[Segani]

Guelamin continued to scowl at the table as another Child, a young man, walked over to talk with the girl. Another woman followed. At least this one ate quietly. When a fourth Child, a fat man who looked unused to the uniform of a Child. So much for solitude. Or quiet. A laugh from the Taraboner Child disturbed his thoughts, and he grimaced down at his plate.

 

Something the two were talking about caught his attention, though. The recent Tar Valon expedition. He had heard about some sort of trouble on that mission, though it had only been a recruiting mission. And in disguise to boot- the witches were hardly likely to welcome the Children in Tar Valon. He gave up his attempt to ignore them, and began to listen, hoping to learn more.

 

He cut in to the conversation as it fell silent. "You were on the Tar Valon mission? I heard there was trouble. Prisoners taken from the witches' guards, even."

[Ellorian]

"I think you must mean another expidition,sir" Arala said. She knew an officer when she saw one. And this one was of the Hand. Not someone to trifle with. Not that Arala was scared. No, she was just playing it smart for the sake of her career. Yeah, that was what it was.

 

"The only people we brought ba-" Arala cut off abruptly. The only people they had brought back were converted Tower Guards, though that wasn't exactly common knowledge. Not everyone would be happy to know their little expidition had brought back some of the witches' lapdogs, even if they were sworn to the Light now. Not everyone believed in conversion and for sure the Hand didn't. Best not to mention any of that to the officer.

 

"I mean, we only found some people that wanted to join up. No prisoners, sir." She hoped her face did not betray any nervousness. It probably didn't. She was pretty good at hiding her emotions when it was needed.

 

Breakfast was getting successively less enjoyable. First was the uniform thing, then some sort of bandit had absconded with her beverage (though the bandit also bore the mark of the Hand so she let that one go for the time being), now she was sitting there lying to an officer. All she would need now is for that giant loud man that nearly killed her to come in and challenge her to a rematch.

 

Arala sat there awkwardly for a bit hoping someone else would speak. A woman about her age (or at least she looked about the same age) had joined the table and so had a slightly chubby initiate. She searched for some suitable change of topic hoping to move away from the subject of Tar Valon as quickly as possible.

 

"So," she said to either trainee, or really anyone who would steer the conversation away. "How do you like the Fortress?" She gritted her teeth waiting for someone to do something. The girl looked shy and the boy looked...well, mad or something. Great. Breakfast was shaping up to be quite pleasant.

 

OOC:

Segani, it was just a recruiting mission and I don't think we had any of the Hand with us. No worries though:) The rest of you, come on! Keep the thread alive! Alive I say!!

 

Sorry, I get a little carried away:D

[Segani]

OOC: You did refer to dragging the big guy back with you, though. That's who I was talking about.

 

But edited anyway. I couldn't think of anything to say and was just trying to get the thread going again.

[Wayfarer]

There was something to be said for the quiet in the mornings. Tracing patterns across the floor, Con went through his morning ritual. An exercise to greet the sun, it was something that had been passed down to him from his teachers from Tar Valon. Teachers and good friends, friends still Con hoped, yet he had made his choice. A declared enemy of Tar Valon, he would never be received by the Shining Walls except to be put on trial as a deserter. Never mind that strictly he had followed the law of the Tower when he had released himself from his oath.

 

Yet such things were of little consequence, he knew what he had done and knew it to be right, that was enough for him. He had taken up the sword in Tar Valon to fight for something better, and instead he had found himself fighting for politics. He'd killed many, trollocs and men, the latter of which grieved him. It was hard to justify killing a man when the man's only mistake was believing a lie. Not just to anyone, but to oneself.

 

Still, he had freed himself from that duty, that oath. Then somehow he had ended up in the company of Children of the Light and gone to Amador. From there, he had nearly been appropriated by the Hand and if not for the Lord Captain Commander's grace, he may have ended up being questioned. As it was, the hand had not forgotten him, but they waited for opportunity for the most part, save for the occasional prod to try and tempt him into an action that could give the Hand an excuse.

 

By the time Con was done, his head was cleared of the grogginess that had been courtesy of the night before. Despite the Hand wishing to make an example of him, he had made a friend amongst their ranks. Brandeis, Con found himself wondering whether he saw himself when he saw Brandeis. Brandeis had too much heart to be a questioner, yet he did it because he thought it was right, his duty. Con disagreed, but that hadn't come between them.

 

Getting ready didn't take long, though Con found himself lingering over the mirror for a moment. His years had worn him a bit, and the beard he had grown since he had left Tar Valon aged him. Even if he did keep it neat, especially around the mouth. Then again, he did feel alot older.

 

Making his way to the mess hall, he was finding after several months that he didn't get looks like he used to. Well, if he did they weren't nearly so obvious. His actions had a child over the months had stood him in good stead, and he was accepted, by some at least.

 

Most of the tables were packed, save one at the corner that still had plenty of room. Making his way over he couldn't help but notice one of them was a member of the Hand. He did recognise one person at least, Corik, though it wouldn't be wise to draw the Hand's attention to him by speaking to him too readily. No one needed that sort of attention.

 

Taking his seat as he said good morning, Con began his breakfast without rushing. Meal times were amongst the few chances to relax throughout the day between tasks, so it was worth enjoying.

 

 

Con Stavros

Child of the Light

 

OOC: Its been awhile, so maybe I did ramble on a bit :D

[Ellorian]

Bad to worse. Why was it things never went the other way? Bad to good, or bad to not quite as bad, or even bad to just slightly less bad. Arala gave a sidelong glance as Con sat down at the table and then realized the man wasn't blind so he probably had seen it. Trying to cover her slip, she nodded to Con as if she gave everyone a suspicious look with their greeting.

 

"Good morning." She tried not to sneer.

 

Con was an odd case. He had apparently been tied to the Tower Guard, which to some was as good as being tied to the Tower, but the way the rumors sounded, there was something more to it. She didn't gossip, or tried not to, so at the moment she had no idea what the "something more" was. Besides, it didn't matter. Even if the "something more" was that he was the Creator's hand on earth, she wouldn't care. She hated Con.

 

Ok, so they had never met. But that was no reason not to hate someone, right? She had never met an Aes Sedai but she managed to hate the lot of them just fine despite her "handicap". As a matter of fact, Arala hated alot of people without really knowing them. Alot of things, too. She didn't need to actually eat a tomato to know she hated them. They smelled weird and that was enough for her.

 

The problem with Con, or at least the problem that she attatched to him was that he was so self-righteous she vomited a little in her mouth every time she thought of it. Ok, so she had never actually seen him give a stump speech on right and wrong and duty and honor, but she'd heard that that was exactly the sort of thing a man like him was apt to do.

 

Arala was scowling at her plate of dried fruits and thinking of all the things she hated and why and getting madder and madder by the minute. Without thinking she jabbed her fork into a piece of dried fruit, only she missed and it flew off her plate and...uh oh. It appeared to have struck Con in the face. And then stuck to his cheek. How embarrassing.

 

"Uuuuummmm...sorry," she said, not really knowing what else to do. She could feel her cheeks flushing. Actually, she wasn't sorry! Take that! That'll teach you to be pretentious! Still, fruit was a luxury and she hated to waste it. "Uh, can I have that back?"

[Wayfarer]

Con had been keeping to himself, and despite the less than enthusiastic greetings from a couple of the people at the table, he thought that breakfast would be a rather pleasant affair. Of course, the girl sitting next to him was proving rather fidgety, like she was uncomfortable. Not that it bothered Con, he needed somewhere to sit and eat and if his very presence was causing her issue, then that was her problem.

 

Which was all well and good until a mishap involving dried fruit.

 

Closing his eyes for a moment, clearing his initial annoyance from his mind, Con opened them again as he reached for the fruit. Reasonably, he knew there was little to no chance that she had intentionally done it. She was too surprised and he certainly didn't know how to flip dried fruit with a fork so accurately.

 

Taking it from his face, he reached over and deposited it on her plate even as he rubbed his face with his other hand. He could have cracked a joke about her food fighting back, or her ineptitude with her cutlery. As it was, all he wanted to do was get on with his breakfast without a scene. "No be worrying about it."

 

 

Con Stavros

Child of the Light

[Ellorian]

To eat or not to eat, that was the question. Sure, she had asked for the fruit back, thinking it a terrible waste to leave it stuck to the man's face. But now that she had it once again on her plate, she was wondering just how clean his hands, or his face for that matter, were. Men were notoriously dirty. He was probably no different.

 

Also, he was kind of a jerk. I mean, what if she had really been mortified about hitting him with fruit? Would have been nice to crack a joke about her use of cutlery or something. I mean, reach out, for the Light's sake. It was stuff like this that made Arala not like Con. Ok, so really this was the only thing he'd ever done to her, but when coupled with her earlier opinion of him, it was enough.

 

Now the girl began to think. Big, calm, jerky, silent guy, eh? Well Arala was curious to see how long that would last. Supressing a grin, she jabbed at the fruit again, and again it launched from her plate and hit Con. Not a bad shot. She had always been pretty good at that sort of thing. It had always impressed Bronan. She could also swear like a...well, someone who swore alot and very dirty, but she would save that for phase two. First she wanted to see how far the man's calm would extend. Setting a look of absolute embarassment on her pretty face, Arala waited to see what would happen.

[Wayfarer]

Lightning does strike twice.

 

At least the fruit hadn't stuck that time, but had bounced off onto the table. Turning to Arala, he could see the feigned shock on her face as clear as day for what it was, but Con gave it little thought. Instead he simply stared at Arala, not so because he was vexed but rather to let her know he knew exactly what she was doing. A thought did cross his mind as she did so. Was this the Hand's latest attempt to try and stir him into action? If it was, the Hand had truly resorted to the most pathetic means it had.

 

Looking to the fruit, Con picked it up and placed it on Arala's plate again. She'd have little luck in stirring him with such childish antics, if at all. Light help him, but he'd had to tolerate Aran's antics before he'd left the White Tower. Not to mention some of the wilder escapades performed by others like Corwin and even Lonrick in his younger years.

 

Acutely aware that everyone at the table was paying attention to what was happening, even if they didn't necessarily make it obvious, Con resumed his breakfast. Her will against his, and she would lose.

 

 

Con Stavros

Child of the Light

[perine]

"How do you like the Fortress?" the question directed away from the conversation at hand caused Shirae to lift her eyes from the plate. The woman who had spoken was looking from Shirae to other man, a bit mad featured. She gulped down the piece of bread she was chewing and almost managed to answer when another man arrived in the table.

 

The woman greeted the man, she did not seem happy to see the man and then a dried piece of fruit flew angrily to the man's face, getting stuck on his cheek. Before Shirae could maintain herself she let out a small burst of laughter, which she quickly suffocated in her hands and turned her eyes forcefully back to her plate. The grin however did not leave her face. The situation was just too hilarious.

 

Shirae had to fight her laughter when the man placed the fruit back to the plate as asked. It was so comical. Surely the woman would not eat the fruit anymore? Would she? She dedcided that this was not something she should meddle in and decided to turn back to her own plate. She managed a gulp of the mug she was drinking just as another fruit, or was it the same, flew to the man's face once more. She could not control herself and burst laughing once more, spilling the drink in her mouth to the table, and possible on the people closest to her. "I'm so sorry." she said still laughing at the situation. Her face soon started to gather a red color of embarrasement for her own actions. Shirae tried to bite her lip to rid her of the grin still visible and to calm her breathing.

[Ellorian]

"I'm so sorry."

 

Arala looked at the other woman at the table. Seeing that she supressed a grin as well, Arala winked at her and then once again fixed a remorseful look on her face before turning to Con.

 

"Oops." Arala grinned. She hoped it looked like a remorseful smile but doubted it did. She just wasn't a remorseful person. Another idea hit her. Stay calm, would he? We'll see.

 

"I'm Arala," she said to the girl across the table. Standing to reach across the table and offer a hand shake, she hit her mug lightly, sending its contents all over Con's plate. Very smooth. Take that, iceman! Pretending not to notice what she had done, she smiled warmly at the other woman and waited to see what would happen.

[perine]

The other woman introduced herself and stood to shake hands. Shirae followed suit but as Arala knocked over a mug over the poor Child's plate Shirae stopped looked at the plate and then realizing that the woman had either not noticed it or was very good at pretending, Shirae decided that she would nto pay any mind to it either.

 

"I'm Shirae." she shook Arala's hand. "I've only been here a few weeks and I am finding the Fortress to my liking even though there is a whole lot more to do than I had imagined." She smiled with the grin still visible at the woman and they both took their seats.

 

"You have been with the Children long?" she asked and tried casually to eat more of the porridge she had on on her plate still. The stuff was more sticky than she would have thought. She pulled a spoonful of the sticky substance off her plate and realizing that she could not possibly swallow the amount the spoon had loaded, she started shaking the contents back on the plate. On the second twist the contents did let go of the spoon, but they flew behind Shirae and she heard a spat as it hit someone.

 

"Oh no." She muttered slowly as the realization hit her. Her eyes the size of ostritch eggs, Shirae tried an apologetic smile to whoever was behind her and turned he attention back to Arala. "There must be something wrong witht the food today." she tried to joke, and ignore then angry glare she felt on her back.

[Wayfarer]

The slip of a girl sitting on the other side of the table seemed amused with Arala's antics, but Con was not. He simply wanted to eat his breakfast in peace, it surely was not much to ask. At least others had possessed the sense to leave him be beyond a few mutterings, but the girl seemed to be lacking any form of sense at all. Still, it was interesting to note that the officer of the Hand was doing nothing about it, despite how obvious it was. Had he put her up to it? He wouldn't put it past the hand at all.

 

At least such antics had left him on his guard for anything else, and he managed to shift along the bench quickly enough to avoid the spillage. Turning to her, he just held her gaze for a moment, raising an eyebrow in question as if to ask why she was doing it.

 

But that gaze only lasted a moment, before he turned back to his breakfast. Dragging the plate over towards himself, he began again only to see the other girl, Shirae as she had named herself, flicking her spoon about till its contents flew into the back of the head of the person behind her. Con didn't recognise him, but the man did not look impressed. Still, he seemed content to glare for the moment as Shirae turned away from him.

 

On Con's part, he was just happy to return to his meal. Hopefully in peace.

 

 

Con Stavros

Child of the Light

[jasonr]

ooc: huh, I guess the food got on me...

 

IC: Thuran was glaring at the fool women's laughter, that was no way to treat a man. The wenches were bothering the man who did nothing to them, Thuran did not really care about the man, but someone needed to teach them the proper respect.

 

Just as he was ranting inside his head about how foolish there were and how they needed a good husband to calm them down, one woman flicked her spoon and sent something splatting into his face.

 

"Oh no." She seemed to finally realize what happened and her eyes turned as large as tea cups. Thuran seemed satisfied that she finally realized that it was not a good idea to throw food at men, and waited for an appology.

 

His mouth began to drop as she turned to talk again, as if nothing had happened. "There must be something wrong witht the food today." She said. Thuran's face began to heat and was turning red. Finnaly, when he could take it no more, he replied.

 

"Girl, do you think you can disturb someone's meal like this and then just turn away as if nothing happened at all. The pair of you are bloody dispicable! Can't you just leave us alone!?!"

 

Thurin tried to match her stare for stare.

 

ooc: very short... sorry I didn't get to this sooner.

[Ellorian]

Arala grinned in spite of herself. She really had been hoping she would get a rise out of someone today. If it wasn't Con, this guy would do. Ok, so she was starting to get the reputation for being almost more trouble than she was worth, but so long as it was prefaced by "almost", she didn't care. Her smile was more of a smirk by the time she stood up and eyed the boy who had spoken. He was bigger than she, but most ment were. This did not phase her.

 

Slowly and without moving her gaze from her prey, Arala stepped back and up on to the bench she had just vacated, onto the table, then on to the opposite bench before coming down beside the Child who had spoken. She straddled the bench and sat down right next to him, still grinning.

 

"Dispicable, eh?" Arala calmly took a crusty roll off the Child's plate and took a big bite before setting it back down. She chewed and swallowed calmly, before resuming her smirk. "I'm Arala Sian," she said, emphasizing the name as if everyone should know it. In truth, she was a bit more full of herself than her station should allow. Ok, more than a bit. "And that is Shirae. Neither of us likes being called 'girl'. Now, I'm gonna go back over there and resume my conversation and lovely breakfast and maybe, just maybe, if you're really good, no more food will hit you." A wink topped off her attempt at intimidation and she waited for a nod from the boy to indicate that he understood.

 

OOC: I just thought of something. For those of you who are new to the CoL, this thread could end up counting as one of your reqs (Making Friends and Enemies) so, ya, keep up the good posting:P

[jasonr]

ooc: I still have to make an arrival don't I? Dern...

 

"Dispicable, eh?" Arala calmly took a crusty roll off the Child's plate and took a big bite before setting it back down. She chewed and swallowed calmly, before resuming her smirk. "I'm Arala Sian," she said, emphasizing the name as if everyone should know it. "And that is Shirae. Neither of us likes being called 'girl'. Now, I'm gonna go back over there and resume my conversation and lovely breakfast and maybe, just maybe, if you're really good, no more food will hit you."

 

When the girl... ok, Thurin would admit that she was a woman... winked at him, it was just too much for Thurin to take. He burst out into laughter. It was not pleasent laughter, or mirthful, or even bitter. It was laughter full of rage. Thurin had never experianced this kind of laughter before, and it was very very odd to be angry and laughing at the same time, laughing because he was angry.

 

"Listen girl, you are used to having men sit there and take what you throw at them, but I am not going to sit here. You throw food at me, and I will throw right back!" Thurin hoped that this statement would get her to finally behave and act like a woman. Really, a woman being a warrior in the first place was foolish, and Thurin knew that when it came down to it, he would be able to beat her any time.

 

ooc: stupid idiot, what kind of dumb*** makes him say these things, really!

[Ellorian]

"Listen girl, you are used to having men sit there and take what you throw at them, but I am not going to sit here. You throw food at me, and I will throw right back!

 

For someone who looked so angry, the boy sure didn't back up his threat. Not a bit of food was launced into the air, a fact that annoyed Arala. Sure, it would have been terriblly childish for a Child to get into a food fight at breakfast not to mention doubly so for her as she was no longer a green recruit, but she was in quite a mood and a bit of poridge flinging migh go a long way to alieviating it. Still, she wasn't going to be the one to start it. Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't going to do her best to push the boys buttons. After all, that was just good, clean fun.

 

"I hear your mum is the one who's used to taking whats thrown at her..." Arala trailed off and smirked. Nothing like a "your mum" joke to get a person riled, or so she hoped. She didn't fear any physical retribution. Her time with der'Algai and her prowess with her weapon protected her from that. Still, she tensed up, waiting to see what would happen next. Her heart beat a little faster the way it did when she was on the field fighting, and she liked it.

 

OOC: you don't *have* to do an arrival. I think there are like 5 choices and you pick 3 or 4 or so. I'd have to look to make sure. But ya, you don't have to arrive officially. But you can if you want:)

[perine]

Shirae was shocked. It was the only word she could think that could possibly explain her feelings. First the man had verbally attacked her for the food that she had accidentally let slip on him. She had managed her stare fixed on the man without faltering for as long as Arala seemed to float over the table and with pride and calmness returned the mand's words.

 

Shirae had to look up to the woman, Arala had a lot of courage to do this, but then again. It was obvious she had been with the Children longer and earned her place well. Shirae smiled faintly at her words. The man did not seem pleased by this and Shirae watched as the breakfast seemed to grow into a fight. Not that any of them were throwing food, yet, but Arala was provoking the man to fill his threat and start throwing food at the women.

 

She wanted to apologize for the slip. But now it was definately too late and she knew she would only make matter worse if she said anything. And she was sure Aral would not respect her for crumbling so easily. I have to grow an attitude here. Everyone else has one. she thought in the short silence that had followed after Arala's last words.

[jasonr]

ooc: personally, I don't know why everyone gets so riled by the yo mama jokes, they mean nothing to me, but then again, neither does any other sort of insult *shrug*

 

IC: "I hear your mum is the one who's used to taking whats thrown at her..." Thurin's face turned white with rage, but then he thought of a better way to 'express' himself. "Yes, she gets pleanty of pointers from your mother. Although, I must admit that your mother is much better than mine. Tavern wenches cannot compare to you mother."

 

Thurin sighed as if disapointed. "After one night with you mother, everyone else just seemed so dull." If that didn't get his revenge, nothing would. Ususally, women did not fall for this sort of thing, most of them just stared at you until you ran away. Thurin had a feeling that this one would be different. From the attitude that she had shown already, Thurin could tell that if she didn't just ignore it, she would attack him.

 

Thurin prepared for the fight he had been itching to have ever since finding out what a traitor his brother-in-law was, the filthy man who could channel. Male channelers were the only thing that Thurin hated more than witches, and only because of his brother-in-law.

 

Thurin clenched his fist and was eager for the fight Thurin was sure would break out.