* Sachi steps out of her shop, locking the door behind her before starting off down the street. She had been working late on a particularily difficult problem and she just needed a break from it. A nice crisp walk out in the snow would do the trick. Hands jammed down into her pockets she would go walking, her eyes mostly watching the ground in front of her, still thinking about her work and the best way she could solve
<Sachi> the problem.
* Rahdrey doesn't like it when he actually has to -leave- the barracks to get his job done. Usually he just sits behind the desk and orders people around.. but tonight someone had to go and break into a shop and he had to come see the damage himself. He's backing onto the street, repeatedly telling the old man that he'll be -certain- to send men looking for the robber as soon as possible. He steps back right into Sachi's path, his atte
<Rahdrey> Sachi's path, his attention on the man and blindness on that side preventing him from even seeing her.
* Sachi hears the crunching of snow in front of her, looking up then to see who it was that was passing her in the street. Despite the fact that Rahdrey wasn't even looking directly at her, she recognized him immediately, gasping in horror as she looked at him. "You!" she exclaims, practically leaping a number of feet, startled by seeing him so suddenly. If she hadn't started being able to let some of that
<Sachi> horrible night's events go she would have assumed she had imagined him there just out of sheer fear.
* Rahdrey turns sharply, never liking hearing the word 'you' in that kind of tone. When it proves to be only Sachi he sighs in relief. "You were at the Song the other night.. I remember. The mechanic, right?" The only witness. He takes one last glance towards the shop, but luckily the owner has finally gone back inside.
<Sachi> "You say that so casually like you could forget!" Oh this was a woman on the verge of hysterics. She was still standing there with a somewhat defensive pose, as if she wasn't quite sure if she should run away or just stand there and yell at him some more. In truth she was rather conflicted, but in either case she certainly looked distressed, her eyes fixed on him, huge and barely blinking. Somehow logic would
<Sachi> tell her she should run but unfortunately logic in cases such as these never really applied much to Sachi.
* Rahdrey scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Okay, I get it. I'm a murdering monster. Get it out of your system so I can get back to my work." His tone is sarcastic and mildly taunting. He's heard it all before and won't give it more than a moment's thought if she decides to yell at him.
<Sachi> "You know.. I met you and I thought you might be different than the rest of -them-" Oh he hit a sensitive spot didn't he. She couldn't back down from someone taunting her, not that it happened often, but she liked to have the last word when it came to things. "Turns out you're just what they said you would be."
<Rahdrey> "Them being my countrymen? Or them being the rest of the men in the world? I just want to understand what I'm failing to exceed by a mechanic's standards." He begins walking in the direction of the barracks. She'll follow if she's that determined to share her feelings. They always do.
<Sachi> "The Ourani. And don't give me that snarky little line about failing to exceed my standards. YOU burned a man.. YOU made that fire monster thing. You've got no right to go acting all high and mighty like that, YOU're the one who screwed up." she calls after him in a huff still standing there somewhat confused. Well he couldn't be completely soulless because she was still standing there, but on the other hand he
<Sachi> was still committed horrible acts. Sachi liked things better when they were black and white.
<Rahdrey> "I screwed up?!" He turns, glaring at the woman. "You have no idea what you're even talking about! Did you know that man? Did you know anything about him at all?" He approaches her again, walking right up into her personal space. "The way I see it, you're just like everyone -here-. There are two sides to the fence, lady. If it will make you feel better to make accusations and throw insults. Go ahead. Just make it quick, I hav
<Rahdrey> make it quick, I have a job to do."
<Sachi> "No! But I didn't have to! What was he going to do knock you out with a mug?" she says, rolling her eyes a little. She really wasn't the smartest woman on earth at times considering it took her this long to realize he was in her space, taking a few more steps backwards. "And if you hate the people here so much why don't you just go back home. We don't want YOU here anyhow!" she says, her eyes narrowing a
<Sachi> little bit at him.
<Rahdrey> "I agree entirely. Please, go tell my commander.. oh wait, that's right.. My commander was killed in that attack on the council hall. Well, shit, I guess you'll have to go talk to Lord Tinathys. Just tell him that you want Sergeant Orson out of here because he's a cold, murdering bastard. I won't deny it. If I had thought it would be so easy to get out of this icy hell I would have killed someone a long time ago!" He's losing his c
<Rahdrey> He's losing his cool, and lashing out at Sachi for no real reason other than his own anger and frustration.
* Sachi blinks a little at that response. It was completely unexpected and sort of fit with that theory she had originally had about the Ourani being human or something.. but that all seemed a little fuzzy right now. She would actually be rendered speechless for the moment, seeming somewhat dumbstruck by his words, obviously still processing all of what it is that he had said.
<Rahdrey> "Glad we had this talk." He says, then turns and starts walking again. He really shouldn't have said all that, it completely went against protocol that he's expected to follow. Still, she has to know that only a complete monster would kill a person like that and not feel -something-. If she doesn't, she's certainly not worth any more of his time.
* Sachi would almost let him go.. but there was just one last thing.. one tiny last little thing nagging at her brain from what he had said. He didn't want to be here. Somehow she assumed that he had, that the Ourani all wanted to have Sinari, to make it theirs.. the way that it was hers. She couldn't help one last parting statement, though this one sounded more like an honest question, some of the anger removed from
<Sachi> the tone of it, and it was meant with less sarcasm that it probably sounded coming out. "Why -are- you here then?"
<Rahdrey> Why? Well, there are so many answers he could give her that would all be correct. He pauses and looks back a final time. "The same reason that your Frost Watch has so many inept kids in it's ranks.." He waits to see if she'll figure it out .
* Sachi furrows her brow for a moment. -She- had served time in the Watch.. and did she like doing it.. not one bit. In fact she had spent more time... well having fun than actually doing anything productive. His statement dawns on her slowly and she looks back at him then, her eyes making contact with his if he would happen to still be looking her way. "It's mandatory?" That horrified her somewhat in and of
<Sachi> itself, that making this whole situation that much worse.
<Rahdrey> "There you go.." He says, then turns and walks away without another word. He's not out to change people's views. She asked, and he provided the truth. Orson may be a complete dick, but he's not a liar.
* And then there was a scene change....................................................
* Rahdrey was out, dealing with a small issue in town. Now he's heading back into the barracks and gets the joy of playing catch-up for the rest of the night. Really, it shouldn't be terribly difficult for him since he rarely has much to deal with on any given night. He heads into his office, shrugging off the heavy black leather coat and hanging it on a hook. Then it's over to his desk to sit down, staff propped against the wall behi
<Rahdrey> against the wall behind him and clipboard with the night's schedule snatched up. Some people should be coming in to start their shifts soon.. but the question is who.
<Red> Red had kept quiet and to himself these last few months. That's not to say he hasn't had his share of annoyances and whatnot just like the rest of the Guard with the Ourani about, but lately he'd at least done the smart thing and kept himself in the background instead of the spotlight. His uniform was in good shape considering the climate and he came in clean-shaven. What he did outside of work now, who knew. Booted feet were knocked against the outside o
<Red> -- d feet were knocked against the outside of the doorframe once each to rid them of debris before stepping in and closing the door behind himself.
* Rahdrey looks over the checked off shifts from the day, noting who was on duty when. Then he sees who's out on patrol now, mostly the usuals. Hmm, an Alehandros. That's a name he's not familiar with. It must be someone that's normally on day shifts. He's supposed to be on duty with Renir, but Orson knows for a fact that Renir is sick because he saw the man coughing his way to a doctor this morning on the wharf. Wonderful, now he has
<Rahdrey> Wonderful, now he has to find a replacement with absolutely no notice. He hears someone entering out in the entry.. That's probably this mystery private. Well, the door to his office is open.
<Red> Yeah, no one really knows Red by anything associated with his real name. He'd told Calanthar only because he was required to when joining the watch. Upon seeing Rahdrey at the desk, he gave a nod of his head and approached the desk. "Good evening, sir." Hey, he could deal with a lot worse Ourani as far as he was concerned. Rahdrey was probably the only one of them he had respect for, if anyone were to gauge the way he reacted with people.
<Red> -- way he reacted with people.
<Rahdrey> Red might be reconsidering that opinion if he stays on night shifts for any length of time. The sergeant is far less congenial these days. He's scratching at an itch beneath his short cropped brown hair, eyes of a matching color looking over the chart. Well, almost. When he looks up to see who's addressing him, his left eye has a milky discoloration to it, a recent change in his appearance thanks to an ugly brawl in a bar. "Aleh
<Rahdrey> brawl in a bar. "Alehandros?"
* Roz is now known as RozSleep
<Red> Ouch. That's something pretty much anyone would go sour about. A short nod was given in response to the query. "Yes." Both arms shifts as his hands met at the back of his waist, posture straightening as he came to a stop in front of the desk to stand. He was going with a lot fewer layers of clothing these days, almost giving him the appearance of losing weight for anyone who noticed him on the streets. It seemed he was getting used to the cold after a
<Red> -- d he was getting used to the cold after all.
<Rahdrey> "Your patrol partner is out sick.. Sooo.. I guess you take Larose with you. He'll probably be a bit grouchy, he just got back from a patrol a couple hours ago. Take the east side of town, the northern route." He grabs a pencil and makes a note on the chart, then sets it down on the desk.
<Red> He couldn't blame Bryce if he was grouchy about it. He wouldn't want to do it either. Red almost let a grin show. "And here I was hoping nobody would throw anything at me today." Normally this is where he'd give his normal goodbye before heading back outside to get Bryce and go on patrol. Instead, he motioned toward his own eye with a couple fingers with his words. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" He was careful with his tone on that.
<Red> -- " He was careful with his tone on that. He usually didn't pry into the affairs of others, least of all someone he didn't really know very well.
* Rahdrey was starting to decide he rather likes this Alehandros. No arguments, no attitude. That's rare to find in the Frost Watch. Then the man asks what happened. That casual, lazy expression on the sergeant's face hardens, a scowl forming. "I'll give you a first-hand example if you don't get moving on your shift, private." He snaps in a cold tone. He's rather touchy about his injury, it seems.
<Red> Green eyes flickered briefly, a heartbeat or two passing before he did anything. "Sorry. Sir." And his expression drops back into one of those unreadables as his stance changed, a short salute given as he spun on his heel to walk toward the door at the same pace he entered without another word said. Yeah, he should have known better than to ask about something like that. Too many times it really -is- something personal. Dumb move, Red. Assuming he get
<Red> -- personal. Dumb move, Red. Assuming he gets out the door, he'll shut it behind him and shake his head before stepping away from the entrance.
<Rahdrey> He really shouldn't let it bother him so much, but it does. Mostly he's still irritated about the argument on the street with that mechanic woman. Everything else is just icing on the cake. At least Orson is only talk. He rarely does more than threaten or ridicule people. Some of the Ourani are far worse with their disdain.
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