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 Posted: Sep 7 2016, 08:03 PM
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[Dawn, the morning following this thread.]

Of all the distasteful things that she'd had to do as a Weyrwoman - even a junior one - this one ranked among the worst. A dragonrider had attacked another dragonrider with intent to kill. And worse, the two were twins. Classmates that had Impressed at the same Hatching.

How had it come to this?

Elianne had not died yesterday, but she was stuck in the infirmary for the foreseeable future and grounded for at least the season, possibly two. Possibly more. The healers didn't think that the blade had hit anything life-critical, but the next day would tell for sure, as long as they kept the brownrider quiet.

That worried her in the back of her mind, but she could not let it distract her from the matter at hand. Those present during and after the attack had mentioned that Elidora had spoke of others. Of friends. There was no doubt in her mind that these 'friends' had something important to do with why the pinkrider had turned against her own sister. But they needed to know more. Hence, why she was here this morning, with volunteers from the riders, handlers, and folk of the Weyr gathered in this empty room down the hall from those rooms that served as the Weyrjail. All had been cleared as... safe. Probably safe.

What was safe, when riders turn against riders?

Rising from her seat, Jali tucked her hands behind her back, one hand gripping the opposite wrist. Although her voice did not ring through the room, it was perfectly audible to everyone present. "You have all been appraised of what we know of yesterday morning's events. But what we know is not enough." She looked over the gathered faces. "You are here this morning to question Elidora of Pink Macchith and learn whatever she will tell you."

"However." Her expression hardened, any traces of the warm, gentle woman who watched over the Weyr with a motherly eye disappearing in favor of the iron will of one who could stop an enraged copper in her tracks. "I am here to ensure certain boundaries in this are maintained. They are as follows: you are to behave humanely. If she at any point requires a healer from any one or combination of actions against her, you have failed this. You may not touch Macchith. That dragon has suffered enough. You also may not direct or encourage another person, dragon, wher, firelizard, or any other being to break these boundaries in your stead."

She paused, taking the time to meet every set of eyes that would meet hers. "Understand that this is non-negotiable. You are, in these actions, representing Dalibor to the Weyrs, Holds, and Crafthalls of Pern. Be mindful of it. Should you break the rules I have set forth here, you will face consequences. If you currently hold rank within this Weyr's structure, you will lose it. If you are a rider or handler, I will personally see that you join the next weyrling or wherling class to relearn lessons you have obviously forgotten. If you hold rank in a crafthall, be sure that your crafthall will be informed of your actions and you will be at the mercy of their judgment."

Jali pursed her lips for a moment. "You may ask as many questions as you like. You may ask them how you like. You may take as long as you like. Stay within the boundaries I have just laid out, and we will have no issues. Try to break them, and you will be stopped. If you do not think you can follow these rules, you may leave now, without judgment or reprimand."

She gave anyone who wanted to leave time to, before exhaling softly. "That is all. Elidora is two doors down from here; Der and grey Desk will open the door for you. You may begin."



OOC NOTES:
- Candidates, weyrlings, and wherlings are not allowed. Sorry, kids; Elidora is considered dangerous and you are precious to the Weyr.
- There is NO POST ORDER. You may ask more than one question in a post. If one person has posted questions, you do not need to wait for a response in order to post your own questions (but it may be helpful in determining what to ask, if you're thinking of something related)!
- Yes, Jali will be within earshot the entire time. Der and Desk are also going to stay in visual range.
- You may choose to break the rules, but remember ICA = ICC and the ICC have already been defined.


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 Posted: Sep 10 2016, 05:49 PM
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An interrogation.

An official one of a rider, presided over by the Junior Weyrwoman herself. Unusual, in that one of the Leadership of a Weyr was called in for a dispute between riders. Usually such things were settled between the involved riders themselves, with a trusted third party as the judge, with the Weyr's leaders (possibly) none the wiser for whatever dirty shenanigans occurred, or just not caring what the 'lesser' riders did amongst themselves. Then again, those kinds of disputes seldom proceeded to the point of attempted murder, which was why Jali was needed in this matter; to keep some official appearance of limits on bad behaviors in place, to keep things from publicly going to hell. But then, M'teng's rather seedy upbringing in the Bitran underworld had more than a little influence on how he saw human nature to begin with.

The Blackrider had his own reasons for volunteering to help question Elidora this morning, to find out the reasons why she attacked her sister Elianne yesterday. Given what Rumor Central had been whispering about possible motives for the attack, he genuinely wondered who the Pinkrider had fallen in with, and why they wanted Elianne dead. M'teng had his suspicions of what the those 'friends' believed, but he wanted to be sure on the matter before saying anything to anyone about it.

Once the Weyrwoman gave permission, he entered the room containing Elidora, his trusty Green flitter on his shoulders for comfort. "Elidora," he began in a quiet professional tone, figuring that a (false) warmer one was unlikely to work under the circumstances. "Why did you attack your sister? Do you think her a monster needing to be removed from the world?" A pause; "Do you think Macchith is a monster too, needing to be culled from the world? And why?"
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 Posted: Sep 16 2016, 10:18 AM
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Her ankle hurt. The wher had chewed on it. She had been such a good wher. Dora was scratching at the stone of her new prison. It was smaller than the last had been. Her fingernail had ripped up and shredded off candlemarks ago, now the stone wall held a series of bloody lines faintly visible in the dim lighting coming from outside the cell. The first interrogator came, but it took her a few moments to notice. She was somewhere else. She tried to dig into her dragon, rouse her, but the Pink had pulled so far back it was like trying to sink through ice. Elidora knew that she was somewhere in the Weyr, gone nearly grey, catatonic. Her eyes didn't swirl, her jaw hung slack. Maybe she would starve to death. Would that be enough?

Dora doubted it. She'd seen others. Should have been culled like her sister. Well. Not quite like. She had to stay long enough to see if infection would take her, or if they'd perform some bizarre ritual to save her life. Cutting into her. Dalibor as a whole was a sickness, it should have been cut out long ago. Maybe...maybe they'd be successful soon enough. Whispers, whispers. Control. It was all so easy to change things. So easy to kill.

They'd done it so many times, over so many turns. They'd been here before she was. What chance did the traitors have. The Dragonrider was asking a question. She turned her head toward him, but only her head, it pivoted on her neck as she continued scratching with her nail-less finger. "Is Thread a monster?," she smiled, but then turned away to watch her flesh crumble off onto the stone. "Macchith is naive, she will be the memory of a traditional Pern soon enough."


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 Posted: Sep 19 2016, 11:45 PM
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Something was wrong here. Very wrong.

It pricked at the back of M'teng's mind, the idea that something wasn't quite right with the woman before him. He couldn't put his finger on whatever it was that was seting off the alarms, but the Blackrider hadn't survived growing up in the Bitran underworld by ignoring his instincts. Almost without thinking he checked - via his flitter Rizan's eyes - to make sure he wasn't standing in front of the cell door (he wasn't). While he doubted someone could sneak up behind him without the wherguard kicking up a fuss, old habits died hard.

Old memories, old stories he was once told as a child, were skittering about his awareness, waking up from a long slumber. When they would finally decide to emerge into the light was a crapshoot; most likely the memories would show themselves when he'd be falling asleep later that night.

He would analyze them later. Right now his assaignment was to get some answers about the attack yesterday, and he wasn't going to (willingly) leave until he got those answers. Ideally he'd bring back the names and plans of these 'friends' of Dora to the Leadership; realistically he'd just get some idea of the beliefs driving these so-called 'traditionalists' to acts of murder. Better than nothing, right?

"A false equivalence," he answered the first statement, still calm and quiet. "Thread is neither man nor beast, it has no mind of its own to choose what it wants. There is no crime in destroying it before it destroys us."

M'teng raised an eyebrow a hair at the idea of the fate Dora seemingly wished for Macchith. Did the woman truly believe she'd survive that death, let alone remain sane if her dragon betweened forever? Or was that Dora's personal endgoal now: no-one killed her yesterday, so today if her dragon died, she would too, and take all she knew about her 'friends' with her. Dead people told no tales after all, which would serve to protect whoever was truly behind these attacks all too well.

He kept his thoughts on such things in the back of his mind. Not forgotten or anything, just not the most important question to ask at the moment, in his view. If he got better information about the specific beliefs of these 'traditionalists', he could possibly word things to get specific useful info to the leaders here, so they could act to protect the Weyr as a whole. IF he played his cards right, that is.

M'teng kept his demeanor calm, casual, relaxed, leaning against the wall like he hadn't a fear in the world. All the better to keep things calm and the words flowing, in his estimation. "Tell me about this traditional Pern you wish to restore. How would it be better than the world we have now?"
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 Posted: Sep 23 2016, 12:28 PM
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Vessa waited patiently until the room was free for her to enter, formulating her questions ahead of time and practicing a calm demeanor. It was easier than she thought it would be to present a calm and friendly exterior; then again she was naturally a friendly sort even if the woman she would be speaking to did not deserve as much. Nodding politely to the wher guard she stepped into the room as the door was opened for her, alone. Vessk remained in the hallway despite wanting to be with her handler. Knots had been removed and left behind with her wher, there was nothing that distinguished her as being any different from the other woman except for the fact she was free to go as she pleased.

"I don't think we've ever met before. My name is Vessa, yours is Elidora right?" A glance around the room allowed her to see what she had heard mentioned by one of the others - the pinkrider had been scratching and was bloody. Taking a seat across from the rider she offered out the cool wet towel she brought with her. "Someone said you were hurt, can I help?"

Vessk pressed in the back of her mind an uncommon venom coursing through her but the handler dismissed the feelings. Cornered them off so they would have no effect on her features - the last thing she needed to do was frown or scowl while showing concern for the other woman's state. It was natural to be angry for what had happened, she had done the unthinkable. It was also natural, to Vessa at least, to be worried about the rider herself. Something had to be seriously wrong with her in order for this to have happened. Was it something that was unique to Elidora? Or was this more widespread? She wouldn't be able to find out unless the rider trusted her at least to some degree. "It's just water but I figured it was better than nothing." Gentle hands offered the rag to the rider while her eyes studied her face, her body position, everything about her to try and garner some insight onto why this terrible thing had happened.


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 Posted: Sep 24 2016, 12:51 PM
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False. Dora couldn't help but smile as the man described so perfectly, and yet missed so completely. "Did your dragon have a choice? So many go between without their perfect match. What choice do they have, beasts though they are. What choice," she whispered the last, leaning back and giving a content little sigh that faded away as her eyes closed. Was she dozing? Perhaps.

Yet she listened, and she replied, her voice disconnected and nearly bored. "Think back on all the horrors Dalibor has unleashed on Pern. Dragon compelled to fight dragon, their will taken away. Deaths. Poison. Intrigue. Weyrwoman killing Weyrleader. Why do these things not happen at other Weyrs. Why do so many people try their hardest to avoid even thinking about this place? It is the rest of Pern that is normal, M'teng. That is already the world, and we have all chosen to protect it from...well...you."

She smiled again, then shrugged. It was simple.

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She had been sleeping this time. There was no keeping track of the days deep within stone. Macchith had become a broken husk, hardly worth seeking out to try and ascertain the truth. Yet Dora spent most of her time away, deep within her dragon's mind, whispering to her. They'd be with family soon, she assured her. Torture was fine, but killing a Dragonrider? The Pink ate when it was offered, but otherwise remained stoic, impenetrable.

Someone was there. Dora cracked an eye and watched Vessa's approach, but remained silent. She did, however, accept the offered rag. The air was stale and musty, which made it particularly easy to pick out the spicy undercurrents of Vessa's personal smell. Dragons were far spicier, but whers had their own particular musk that everyone who lived within a Weyr could distinguish, especially when separated only by usable wings.

She had been afraid of whers once, long ago.

But they were truly pristine creatures. They could not be manipulated like the dragons. They were primal. Dora watched the woman as she drew the rag to her lips and suckled at it, tasting dirt and metal from her own wretched fingers. Her wounds festered, most likely, but fever was of least concern to her. Still, the Wherhandler did not want to be one, so Dora would allow that, and so decided she said only; "thank you."


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"You're welcome." Soft tones were kept despite the way her mind buzzed when the rider didn't react the way she had expected her to. Eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the other woman only to relax into a more friendly appearance once more, "Has anyone brought you word of your sister? I can have Vessk inquire if you'd like to know."

Surely she was not as completely disconnected and broken as she seemed - she had to still care about her sister even if she had tried to murder her, right? Sisterhood was a deep bond, who could have managed to push deeper than that to break that bond? Elidora was a dragonrider and dragons did not pick those who were broken so it had to be a new development with her - perhaps it could be reversed? Could the effects of poisonous words offered to impressionable types ever really be reversed? "I'm from Benden, where are you from Elidora?"

If the woman chose not to answer the handler would let the silence sit between them for some time before asking her next question. At some point she hoped the woman would respond to something. Finally, if all else failed, Vessa looked around the room and leaned in towards the rider to whisper as softly as she could, "How can I help? How can I meet your friends?"


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"Oh?" Dora breathed softly, then almost smiled. "I--we--would like that," wouldn't you like that darling? she questioned, but the dragon didn't answer. "We would like to know how Elianne is, yes" that was more than anyone had offered her before. Her torn up fingers were briefly restless in her lap, skittering across her thighs before coming to rest back against the stone where she'd rubbed off most of her nails and the flesh below. A constant scraping sound that no one had been able to stop. Maybe some of them hadn't cared either way.

"We were born in Bitra," she replied amicably. "You can tell it just by knowing Elianne, but me...not so much. I was always the quiet one." She smiled, and left the rest up to the imagination. She was not so meek now, was she? "We came West when we were nine, were Searched at 15, Impressed at 18, and now I am 30. It has been a long journey for us both." And it had ended here, or begun...something like that.

It was the final question that really piqued her interest. In the dim light her eyes seemed to flicker with renewed interested. "You've met them already. They're everywhere you know. If you think back on any trouble, it's possible they were even there to help that trouble along. We have work to do for Pern. We all want to make it like it used to be, before Dalibor. When things were much simpler. If you come to care about it like we do, they'll find you like they found me. They're such good people, they really are the nicest folk you'll ever meet."


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M'teng mulled over Dora's words for a moment, before giving his answer. "My dragon had hundreds of people before him the day he broke shell, so in that respect he had many possible riders to bond to before coming to me," he said with a sardonic smile.

"But if you're asking why dragons can't live free of humans like whers can do, well, that wasn't the deal Faranath and her Juniors struck with the first riders when they came from beyond to defend humans during the First Pass. All their children are to choose a human partner upon birth, humans who are willing to serve and care for the dragons with their lives," at least according to the stories M'teng was raised with. He understood different regions had different versions of why exactly Faranath came to protect humans, but all seemed to have the same basic idea at their roots.

He cocked his head slightly. "But how often do you - and your friends - think dragonets suicide because Theirs aren't there at their hatching? The instances I recall of that happening I can count on one hand and still have fingers left over." Shards, what did these so-called friends of Dora honestly think normally happened in a Weyr?

It took almost all of M'teng's willpower to not burst out laughing at Dora's explanation of her friends' motives for attacking the Weyr. These people really did just come in from a distant cothold, didn't they, if they truly thought all those things were unique to Dalibor. But then he sobered up; people who had the knowledge and will to all but break the bond between rider and dragon were still extremely dangerous people, no matter how naive he thought their ideas.

But where to begin answering that mess of ideas? "If you and your friends truly believe intrigues and deadly powerplays have never happened at other Weyrs, then I have some swampland in Igen that I'd like to sell you. The Weyrs have existed for how many centuries now? Virtually everything you fault us for here has been done at least once there," at least in M'teng's guesstimation of what some people in power would do to hold on to it. "The oldest ones are simply far more subtle about it than a knife in broad daylight."

He rubbed his hand on his chin. "But I am curious which deaths here you consider unnatural and thus don't occur elsewhere," because he couldn't immediately recall any such rumors off the top of his head. But if he had names, he might be able to remember details better. "Outside of the two killings known to be caused by the Palefolk, that is." What he thought of that people's overall plan to fight for their lands would be better left unsaid for the moment. While the goals were good, the stupidity of the plan itself still impressed him, even after they were moved to their island exile.

"As for Dalibor being ignored by the rest of Pern, are you so sure of that? Do you and your friends truly know that's the case, or are they just assuming motives without proof? Most everyone who doesn't live in a Weyr don't think much on our affairs unless Thread's falling or it's time to gather the tithes. Otherwise they're too busy with their own problems to bother with ours."

He put his finger to his lips for a moment, thinking of something that was bothering him in Dora's comments. "Why do you think that dragons have no free will when they make choices you you think aren't right? Or that they can't freely choose to attack those they think are harming people they care for? Humans do it, why not dragons?"
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