16.Dec.12, 11:16 PM
'He just threatened me!'
But he also insulted your Weyrlingmaster in the same breath.
'That doesn't excuse that this prick just straight up THREATENED me!'
I will get him back for you.
'Okay... wait, what, no!'
You insulted his fashion sense.
'I was justified in that!'
Their banter played out in the span of seconds, Erisi's blue eyes hardening on S'kef. He hated the man already, and having S'kef go all high and mighty on him made Erisi hate him even more. Of course, he wasn't willing to have a fight with the pseudo Weyrleader because he was fairly confident S'kef played a large role in D'ren's attempted murder. Erisi didn't quite want to be victim number two, or the victim that S'kef actually managed to kill. Way to botch the first murder up, brown noser. Hah, it suddenly occurred to him why having a brown dragon suited S'kef so perfectly, besides being completely incompetent with running a Weyr.
"The stitching is terrible," Erisi pointed out. He would have tried to smile, but nothing could make him smile at that particular asshole. Erisi had standards, and such standards were not going to allow him to cater towards position-thieving bastards. "Seriously, go get in fixed before your lover doubts your senses and crawls into someone else's bed." His words weren't exactly insulting, nor aggressive. Rather, if he was with any of his friends it would have been assumed to be playful banter. It was banter, but lacked a great deal of playfulness.
You should leave. Don't mess with him.
'He's a little bitch!'
Yes, but I prefer you alive over dead. Charath's concern only reflected off Erisi's discomfort by having the Weyrleader try to lord over him. This was why Erisi hated Weyr structure. As a Harper he was far more in charge of himself, and well Holds were far larger communities. It was difficult to run into anyone of importance - not that he was implicating that S'kef was important. S'kef could go drown in a river for all he cared. Now that would be an awesome end, and deserved.
"My place is up North. Funny how no one seems to be in their proper place anymore," he deflected with just the tiniest of frowns.
But he also insulted your Weyrlingmaster in the same breath.
'That doesn't excuse that this prick just straight up THREATENED me!'
I will get him back for you.
'Okay... wait, what, no!'
You insulted his fashion sense.
'I was justified in that!'
Their banter played out in the span of seconds, Erisi's blue eyes hardening on S'kef. He hated the man already, and having S'kef go all high and mighty on him made Erisi hate him even more. Of course, he wasn't willing to have a fight with the pseudo Weyrleader because he was fairly confident S'kef played a large role in D'ren's attempted murder. Erisi didn't quite want to be victim number two, or the victim that S'kef actually managed to kill. Way to botch the first murder up, brown noser. Hah, it suddenly occurred to him why having a brown dragon suited S'kef so perfectly, besides being completely incompetent with running a Weyr.
"The stitching is terrible," Erisi pointed out. He would have tried to smile, but nothing could make him smile at that particular asshole. Erisi had standards, and such standards were not going to allow him to cater towards position-thieving bastards. "Seriously, go get in fixed before your lover doubts your senses and crawls into someone else's bed." His words weren't exactly insulting, nor aggressive. Rather, if he was with any of his friends it would have been assumed to be playful banter. It was banter, but lacked a great deal of playfulness.
You should leave. Don't mess with him.
'He's a little bitch!'
Yes, but I prefer you alive over dead. Charath's concern only reflected off Erisi's discomfort by having the Weyrleader try to lord over him. This was why Erisi hated Weyr structure. As a Harper he was far more in charge of himself, and well Holds were far larger communities. It was difficult to run into anyone of importance - not that he was implicating that S'kef was important. S'kef could go drown in a river for all he cared. Now that would be an awesome end, and deserved.
"My place is up North. Funny how no one seems to be in their proper place anymore," he deflected with just the tiniest of frowns.