Flight Drama Turned Up To 11

Eastern Weyr - Commons Cavern

A grand stairway leads downward into the cool rock of the commons cavern, a place for socializing and relaxing, as well as an area that provides solid shelter from the seasonal storms of this area. One of the few caverns at Eastern Weyr, the rock here has been worn away by centuries worth of water movement, leaving a nearly glass smooth polish over much of the room. Rocky shelves line the walls on which electric lights covered with paper lanterns rest, providing adequate illumination for the area. High above are further light fixtures, enabling a wide range of lighting options here. A natural pool occupies half of the far end of the cavern and is supplied with heated water piped in by an ingenious techcrafter. All about the room are balconies of rock with stairs leading to them and small dumbwaiters for the purpose of delivering food and drink to their heights.


The last of the midday's rush has come and gone through the commons, leaving only a quieter group of residents and riders to enjoy their short reprieve of daily duties. Wary stares and finger-pointing begins, hushed whispers towards one balcony tucked in a high corner and it's lone occupant. Long fingers grip onto the edge of the balcony, followed by a menacing scowl belonging to one disheveled greenrider and he stares down, hissing at anyone who mistakenly makes eye contact with the mess. "Filthy animals! All of you!" he begins with his opening rant of the day. "Every single one of you! You! Harper, over there! I saw you lick your fingers before grabbing that pastry. Disgusting! And you! Have you no manners?! Do you guards need to be chained to the latrines? You must admire the scent because I can smell you from here!" HISS. Nevermind that R'sian's clothes are stained and incredibly wrinkles, dark lines under his eyes, hair in all directions and mud caked up to his knees…

Someone went to get Diek. All things considered, how could they /not/ summon the captain of the guard. Her uniform, at least, is crisp and her boots thunk heavily on the floor as she strides through the stunned caverns until she's glaring right up R'sian, her expression flatly impassive, "Go tend to your dragon, rider. You are causing an uproar and I /will/ throw you out of this Weyr if I have to to keep the peace."

R'sian turns his gaze and scowls heavily at the guard captain. "I can smell your stench worse of all! Bathe, for Faranth's sake! Haven't you heard of soap and clean water? A scrub brush, perhaps? If I wanted to taste the latrines with my meal, I'd go down and lick a urinal! Look! I can see it all over you!" The greenrider stands upright in the booth and points down at Diekhara like a little angry monkey baring his teeth! "And your tracking it all over the floor! Don't you people wipe your feet?!" Tzombeth doesn't know who this raving lunatic is, she's busy bathing in the disembowled remains of rotting kills left on the feeding grounds and would rather not be disturbed. "Come back when you don't smell like a toilet!"

Diekhara sighs and grumbles, "Sharding proddy riders." Grumble mumble mrgle flrp. It doesn't take her too long to find her way around to where she can get up to where he is and start climbing the stairs, "Greenrider R'sian. If you do not cease this unworthy behavior, I /will/ throw you in the stocks until your dragon is done glowing."

R'sian turns towards the guard, hands clenched in fists. He grinds his teeth for a moment, peering at her with heated virescent eyes. "The only thing you're going to throw, you foul creature, is your clothing into a fire so the vermin that thrive in it can have some mercy shown to them!" The greenrider grabs his mug from the food encrusted table top and brings it to his mouth to drink. He pauses, glancing down into the remains before upending it onto the floor. "Bah!"

Diekhara's scowl deepens as she closes her distance to the proddy greenrider, not commenting as the drink soils her freshly-polished boots, and reaches for his wrist, "That's it, R'sian. I've tolerated a lot from you, but enough is enough. The Weyrleader will be hearing about this, now come."

The mug was placed on the table with a solid thud before the greenrider turns to stare at the guard. He hisses, his posture slouching as he tries to take a step away from Diekhara, hair covering his shadowed and crazed face. As soon as she takes hold of his wrist, he tries to wrench it free but fails in the woman's grip. Those virescent eyes open wide, wild like a cornered animal. "Don't you touch me, you creature! I don't know where you've been and what diseases you carry! You're a walking plague! Vermin! Vile and disgusting creature!" His raging voice echoes in the caverns, not caring who watches or listens. He growls and begins to try and break free, tugging against her hold. "I'm contaminated now! Diseased! Get your hands off me, wench!"

Diekhara twists her wrist with practiced ease, trying to rotate his arm into a hold, hiking his hand up against his back with his elbow pointed down, "How close is she to going up, you pretentious simp? Am I going to need to just throw you in a closet?" She casts around with her eyes, hoping one of the other riders might have an idea.

"That's none of your concern, she doesn't rise to the likes of you and your filth. She is clean, she is pure! She will rise when she wills and not one day 'fore or aft of you asking. She doesn't answer to you! Clearly, neither does the baths! The walls would weep the day you set foot into the waters and your waste will pollute the deep. No one will be clean. NO ONE!" R'sian snarls at the twisting of his wrist and he tries to break free, continuing to fail. He glances over his shoulder, heated breath puffing the hair from his face as he hisses through clenched teeth. "Let go of me, mongrel! I would sooner die than be in close quarters with you!"

Diekhara can see the expressions around her and judge that she probably won't get the greenrider to the cells in time. Her scowl deepens as her eyes catch on a nearby closet door and she tries to drag the belligerent greenrider that way, "I'll show you dirty, you insolent whelp."

R'sian firmly plants the heels of his boots into the ground, trying to put the table between them but the woman is much to strong. The greenrider struggles, sliding across the floor as Diekhara gains one inch after the next as she drags him off to his punishment. A bellow sounds, laced with fury and hunger, followed by a cacophony of bellows and shrieks from outside. The greenrider pauses his fight for a moment, just enough to peer at the ground with a pained expression on his features before it melts away, leaving a visage of anger and insanity. He sends his icy stare at Diek, taking up the fight once more. "You won't take me, you can't take me. You're weak. You're filth. You're nothing! NOTHING!" He bellows over the balcony, his voice echoing within the cavernous space.

Diekhara stiffens at the sound from outside, "Sharding fardle-brained riders can't control their sharding emotions dragons out of control canines and felines sleeping together." Each word is punctuated with another drag towards the closet. She fumbles with one hand to get the door open, then shoves the greenrider into the small, dusty room and follows him in, slamming and locking the door behind them, "We're going to stay right here until you cool off and the winner finds you."

NO! Not the closet! Nononononono!!! That place is disgusting! I'll die in there! NO! RELEASE ME, WOMAN!" R'sian struggles against Diekhara's grip, his wrist puffing and turning red from the friction as he trashes against the guard. As soon as the door is behind them and it clicks shut, he reaches out blindly in the dark. Panting like a crazed animal, clawing at the walls. Something sticky brushes against his hands and face. He pauses, trembling and raking nails against his skin. "Oh Faranth, get it off me! GET IT OFF ME! WAUGH!"

Diekhara releases the harsh grip on his wrist once the door is locked, her demeanor changing to something softer and more understanding in miliseconds. "Shhhh." She pulls out a rag, none-too-delicately preventing him from clawing his own face off, and wiping at the stickiness, "Just stay still. You'll be able to see in a moment. Calm down and then I can let you out, I just have to keep you contained while you're being wild."

"Don't shove that filth into my mouth! NO! Get it away from me! I don't want it!" R'sian puts his back against the wall, facing his 'assailant' while stumbling over mops and brooms. One of his boots finds it's way into a mop bucket filled with soiled water left to stagnate. The surface is dark and murky, covered in lint, drowned insects and bubbling slightly. He glances down at it, back at Diekhara with a look of revoltion on his face, back at his feet and his body trembles. He places the back of his hand at his mouth but it does the greenrider little good. He turns for the nearest corner, into more spinnerwebs and retches. Everything he'd just eaten onto the floor, churning up dirt and dust within the space. Something slithers past R'sian's dry boot. He jerks, looking around the room, coughing to clear his throat as he picks up a dust pan to arm himself. The scratching sounds skitter in the opposite corner of the room and he does the only thing he can do. Panting and sweating in the dusty confines of the closet, he screams.

Diekhara takes a slow breath and lets it out as a sigh, "Where's a sharding mindhealer when you need one? Who ever heard of an agoraphobic dragonrider?" She reaches for his shoulders, trying to give him a shake and knock him out of the anxiety attack on the way, "R'SIAN! Focus on me. Me. Look in my eyes. It's going to be alright. Shard it, man, you're a dragonrider, not a wussified cowering wherry!"

R'sian drops the dust pan, sending it clattering to the floor as he's shaken. His body goes rigid and he clenches his teeth as he tilts his head back, staring up. His hands are brought to his chest, balled into little fists before turning their hold onto Diekhara's wrists. He rocks in place for a moment, one hissing breath after another slipping through his quietly whispering mouth. His voice scratchy in the darkness. The man takes in a deep breath and sends his gaze towards the guard once more. "I'll take your eyes and bathe in your blood! You filthy male! Weak! All of you!" he roars as he begins to shake the guard himself. The greenrider shoves at her hard before turning and kicking everything on the ground, knocking things off shelves in a fit of rage.

Diekhara gets thunked back against the door, not expecting the force of the greenrider's rejection, and it forces her breath out in a woosh, then instinct takes over and she shoves back, pinning the panicking greenrider against the back wall of the closet, "Shard it, man, I'm trying to help you!" She moves a hand to pin one arm, "Re-lax. Or your green is going to be caught while you're still stuck in here and then what will you do? Think about her!"

"I won't be CAUGHT!" he bellows in her face, getting toe to toe with the guard before leaning in and whispering. "I'll kill every single one of you, you won't catch me. None of you will. My talons will taste your blood. Let another try to stop me. No one can. NO ONE!" R'sian shoves back at Diekhara as hard as he can before screaming out at the walls once more. He pants, leaning against the furthest wall with his head against the cool stone. Ignoring the clumps of spinner webs clinging to his face, his hair and clothes. He claws slowly at the stone, whispering incoherently and shaking his head. Cowering for a moment and growing quiet with only the sounds of his breathing in the dark.

Diekhara keeps up scowling, she knows what's going on now and she just rides it out. Until he starts to quiet. Then she mutters a soft curse at the lack of scratching on the closet door. She's… backed herself into this corner. She takes a tense breath, then leans forward, seeking his lips. They're both going to regret this in an hour.

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