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 Splash, Bang, Boom?, SU:18 (Boo/Sakoru)
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 Posted: Feb 14 2018, 10:17 PM
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Lueke made a habit of rising early, though it was due more to an incessant craving for klah and an inability to sleep than any desire to be awake. He didn’t like having to coexist with the rest of the world, but since that was inevitable, and his insomnia too great, he always gave in and got up – usually well before the crack of dawn. At least the Weyr tended to be quiet before the daylight hours. Seeking to take advantage of that, the harper set out armed with his gitar and a mug of klah to find an uninhabited place to sit.

As it often did, that uninhabited place turned out to be a corner of the Bowl. It wasn’t true that he was invisible and inaudible here, but the big rocks scattered around at least gave the illusion that such was the case. Thankful for the privacy, however fleeting, the harper set himself down with his back to one of the rocks, his gitar across his lap. No matter where he sat, he was always painfully conscious of the fact that people could be passing by and might hear him. It was a stupid thing to worry about, since harpers were generally meant to be both seen and heard, but ironically enough, those were the two things that Lueke hated most.

All the same, he settled after a while into the rhythm of playing. Eventually people began to pass by, and hearing them made the harper edgy, with the result that he began to hit wrong notes and false chords. This was precisely why he would never make it to journeyman, Lueke concluded as he struck a jarringly bad chord and finally gave up. Ending the practice with a deep sigh and a sip of his cold, forgotten klah, the harper stood up, made his way out, and promptly crashed into someone passing by – with the end result that he, and possibly the poor unfortunate, ended up drenched in klah.

Oh great.

”I—I’m sorry…”

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ooc// feel free to say that Lueke crashed into Ditre, or that Ditre watched the crash, or whatever! 8’D the world is thy oyster


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Finally, he was a candidate. After all those turns dealing with the creche workers he was finally free to be a candidate. Granted now he had a lot more people bossing him around but at least he had far more freedom than he'd ever had before. It was... Like nothing he'd ever really experienced. Freeing in almost every way. Ditre felt like the boss of his own life and he felt like he had the control for once. There were so many candidates, though, who seemed like they shouldn't be there. That was annoying to Ditre. He'd spent so long waiting for his chance and then someone older would just waltz in. Worse still were all the young people being picked from the stands.

Ditre worked on his chores in such a way that it seemed like he was doing work but really he was doing as little as possible. He was in the bowl at that moment, assisting some of the apprentice herders with repairing fences. As he worked, he heard someone begin strumming at a guitar. This elicited an eye roll from the young boy as he turned and noticed a harper nearby.

Harpers, in Ditre's opinion, were the worst. So puffed up on their own sense of self importance. And this one wasn't even good. He was getting notes wrong, playing chords wrong.
"Even I know that's wrong," Ditre said loudly to his companion, "If I'm not even a harper and don't know notes, I shudder to think what's wrong with that guy."
The young herder he was with smirked. He turned to watch as the harper crashed into someone passing by.

"Wow, can't play music and can't walk either. You've got a really hard life ahead of you," Ditre called out to the harper, emboldened by the herder's snickering as he continued with his work.

"Might be time for a change in craft."

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While it was his life’s ambition to exist in one piece, while at the same time being invisible, Lueke had so far not managed to achieve either goal. Seemingly destined to find trouble wherever it hid, the harper seemed to have once again created issues where none previously existed. Being made fun of for screwing up his music was nothing unfamiliar; Lueke heard the kid’s comments but didn’t look at him, trying to pretend that he didn’t exist. Wasn’t the boy about half his age? He certainly didn’t look any older, when the harper finally ventured to glance at him.

Possibly that glance was the cause of the collision, or maybe it was just because he crashed into people on a regular basis. Apologizing did little to soften the blow; the girl he’d run into glared at him and muttered something rude under her breath, and the harper paused to let her by, looking away to deflect her glance. Probably he deserved that. It wasn’t the first time he’d been the one to run into someone else. Always seemed to happen, too, when he was holding a cup of klah (because it wouldn’t be properly humiliating otherwise).

Ahead of him, when he decided to look properly, was a pair of young kids – one of whom was the one who had been making fun of him. It wasn’t over, it seemed; the child called out again, apparently egged on by the grin of the kid that was with him. No more comfortable with kids than adults, Lueke elected to stand where he was, uncomfortably eyeing the boy. Picking a fight was too far out of character for him, especially with a kid, but he didn’t want to just walk off and let the boy yell insults after him, either. True, no one had an opinion of him to uphold, except for Dawson (who wasn’t around), but why did he always have to take crap from everyone?

Why did he just take crap from everyone?

”What are you, six? Don’t you have something better to do?” he asked, venturing a few steps closer. Too small to be intimidating, too used to hiding, he nonetheless tried to put a little bravery into his skinny frame. It didn’t work very well, but at least he managed to make his expression something closer to ‘serious’ than ‘completely petrified.’ Mostly, anyway.

Why was he even bothering, anyway? Was he seriously going to try and defend himself from a kid?

Lueke didn’t even know if that’s what he was planning to do. Maybe if he was lucky, his indecision wouldn’t show on his face. And maybe he would suddenly gain a hundred pounds of muscle and look like a guardsman.

Yeah, right.

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ooc//omg I'm so sorry, I haven't been on and I totally forgot we had this thread o:
BUT HERE WE GO!


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He was most certainly emboldened and turns of teasing his older sister had given him practice. This was fun. The man was much older than Ditre, obviously training in a craft and possibly even higher ranked. That was the fun of the danger, right? It was more interesting when it was someone much older than him. Teasing the younger children in the creche had been easy enough. Sometimes they even proved useful. It was amusing as he watched this grown man look almost petrified and then try to pull himself up into a 'brave' stance.

The jab at his age only caused Ditre to smile, crookedly. Of course, he was a child and it was generally considered unacceptable to get into a physical altercation with a child and for that reason, Ditre wasn't afraid at all. There was no warmth in his expression and the smile bordered on a sneer.

"If I was, doesn't that just make you more pathetic that you're quarrelling with a six turn old?" He walked closer to the harper with full confidence even though the other children stayed back. He didn't need them. His heart was pumping and he felt adrenaline running through him.

"And I guess I really don't have anything better to do. I mean I could play music I guess but I think it would just make you feel even more embarrassed that someone with no training can play a song that's actually in tune."

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Lueke had no idea why he had to pick now to stand up for himself. Bolting, as he usually did, would really serve just as well. Probably better, because then he wouldn’t be standing here trying to weakly argue with a kid half his age. Certainly the boy was braver than he was; as the child came toward him, the harper was tempted to cut and run; wariness crept into his expression as the other walked closer and closer. ”Someone needs to teach you some manners,” he snapped, and instantly regretted it. What was he doing? Who was supposed to teach the kid manners? Him? Oh yeah, he could threaten people and follow through on it. Sure, why not?

Evidently a lot bolder than his target, the kid kept encroaching, filling Lueke with the nervous desire to bolt. Slowly he inched backward, trying not to look as though he were giving ground. He was, though. He definitely was. Even if the boy was smaller than him (which was saying a lot, because he was scrawny), all he could picture was the kid lunging and attacking him. Lueke could successfully lose a fight with a cotton ball. Some kid half his age would have no problem kicking his ass.

And that was why he never stood up for himself. The kid wasn’t wrong. That was the worst part. Shifting his weight slowly back, as if that would pull him out of the conversation, Lueke eyed the boy anxiously. ”Yeah, I’m sure.” He fished for something insulting – anything that other people had said to him that he could turn on this kid. Nothing came to mind, of course. All the crappy things people had tossed at him and he couldn’t come up with even one.

”Oh, sure, because your voice isn’t painful enough to listen to. You really need some off notes to make it even worse,” he snapped. It felt like his heart was going to jump through his throat, it was pounding so hard. Lueke wasn’t sure why he said it. Why not just leave? By the way he tensed, it was clear that the harper was ready to run. People always responded to sarcasm with aggression. Usually, he didn’t bother saying anything. Usually, he just took the first chance to take off. Maybe he still would, if the kid kept pushing him.

ooc// oh he’s fine! <3 apparently you have pushed the dev button for Lueke o: who knew
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The man seemed to be backing away ever so slightly, Ditre could see that he was gaining ground on the man. Each time he stepped forward, he felt like a wild feline advancing on his prey. There was an odd feeling that Ditre felt. In his heart of hearts he couldn't see why he was behaving this way. What was making him pick a fight with a stranger twice his age?

...And yet he couldn't stop. It was like his body had begun acting of its own accord and although he could see that what he was doing wasn't right, he didn't feel that he was wrong either. His surface thoughts saw him being utterly correct in his behaviour, empowered by the fact that his words could have this effect on someone. He had always been a larger kid, taller and bulkier than all the others by far. It had allowed him to get his way in almost all situations.

"You wouldn't be the first to try. The last one was sent back to Harper hall a blubbering mess," he shrugged, "Kind of weak really."
The other children who had been with him watched on. He didn't think they would join, of course, and he didn't need them to begin with.

"Of course, the weak run away all the time, don't they? You would know all about that."
The smirk returned. This felt good and what was better, his mother no longer heard about his behaviour. There would be no discipline from her. It didn't even cross his mind that the Candidatemaster might hear of his behaviour, that he could be barred from Standing. It didn't matter in that moment.

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People coming up on him like this – stalking forward, slowly and surely – had, on Lueke, the uncomfortable effect of paralysis. Had the kid just rushed him, or made some kind of quick movement, the harper would have been long gone. Now he was forced to consider his options. Bolting was definitely still at the top of the list. Second, he could try to come up with something vicious that would stop the kid in his tracks. Not likely, that one. Last, he could try to fight. Right. Well, that was no option at all, for so many reasons that had he the time to think about it, Lueke wouldn’t even have been able to count them. Morbid curiosity wanted him to find out what would happen if he just stayed, but fear told him not to.

Choosing not to explain that he would not, in fact, be the one to try and teach this kid anything, the harper eyed him, still slowly inching back as the boy came closer. He was only a few feet away now. Grey eyes considered the other’s movements; he tried to keep his expression calm and uncaring (because he could ever pull that off). ”Oh, terrifying. Lueke rolled his eyes. ”What are you, some kind of self-appointed harper executioner? Give me a break.”

At this precise moment, the harper became aware that his back was touching stone. Well, looked like it was his turn to get sent back to Harperhall. He nudged his gitar away – into the small gap in the rocks that he knew wasn’t far off. Lueke didn’t want to leave it (not that he now had anywhere to go), but if it was a choice between the gitar and his life, he was going to pick his life. Trying to gain a few inches of space to squeeze out of this new predicament, the harper forced himself to move forward, stepping toward the kid and narrowing his eyes in a glare that he hoped look fierce and not scared. ”Back off,” he snapped. ”Go change your diaper or something. I’m not afraid of you.”

Well, that was a lie.

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If Disk saw him now he could imagine her disappointment, imagine Kisk's confusion at Ditre's behaviour and his sister. Everyone thought she was so nice, they all assumed he should behave the same as his mother, sister and father. It only spurred him on, made him wish to rail against what was expected of his behaviour. The comment about harpers just earned a shrug. Maybe he could be but given that he was no longer in the creche, he no longer really had the opportunity to annoy the harpers of the Weyr. Except now, that was.

Normally he toed the line between what was acceptable and what was not. Ditre always tried to stick to things he could call 'just a prank' or 'just messing around' with someone. It was why he had never really encountered any problems with his behaviour. Unlike their mother, Kirryl and Ditre were both possessed of intellect thankfully inherited from their respective fathers. Of course, those who knew both Dita and Kire would wonder where his personality had come from.

"I don't think I'm the one wetting my pants," Ditre responded with a laugh.
Then he suddenly moved his hand forward, with speed, resting it on the wall beside the harper.
"It's just a joke, friend. Just messing around, you know," his tone was cold, his smile distant.

The hand then moved quickly, as though he was going to punch the harper, but instead would move it to pat the man's arm. He hoped he would see the harper flinch.

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Lueke wanted very much to pretend that he was just fine, that the stocky kid backing him against the wall didn’t unnerve him in the slightest. Perhaps if he had a scrap of steel in his spine, or a few more pounds of flesh on his bones, he might not be concerned at all. No one else would be, that was for sure. Something in his genetics had conspired to make him neurotic, even without everything else that had contributed.

No answer to that. Grey eyes glared nervously at the kid; his heart jumped as the hand came toward him, landing on the wall next to him. He flinched. Jaw tightening, he looked away, his gaze flickering back toward Ditre’s face every few seconds. Whatever. He’d won. Lueke was still sure that he was going to attack; his bony frame still twitched with nerves. When the boy spoke, the harper looked at him again, tensely. Just a joke. Just messing around.

Weren’t they all? It was all just a joke. Everything was always just a joke.

And he, it seemed, was inevitably the butt of it.

Well, now he’d seen where trying to be tough would get him. Nowhere. Not even with a kid. When the boy moved, his hand flashing quickly at what seemed to be his face, the harper did more than flinch. Before Ditre could even touch him, Lueke ducked aside and shot through the inches of space between the boy and the rock, bolting. He’d be back for his gitar later, if the kid didn’t break it. So what if he did? Lueke didn’t bother to worry about the instrument, though he loved it fiercely. He was gone in seconds, vanishing into the tunnels under the Weyr. Why stick around? Nothing good could come of it.

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The movements had the intended effect. A rush of power as the harper man flinched. Ditre wasn't the quickest and so when the harper moved to run, he got away and the ten-turn old made no attempt to stop the man. No, instead he watched. There was no laughter to follow the harper, Ditre watched almost dispassionately. Yet there was a sense of something else... Guilt. When he thought back on his actions could he be proud? The strength faltered for a moment. Better to be the tough one than the one being picked on. So he drew himself up and looked down noticing the guitar.

At the moment it was his word against the apprentice's. Granted there were witnesses but Ditre could pass that off as a joke for the most part. Should be able to get away with it anyway. If he did anything to the guitar it was evidence. It was obvious. So he picked it up and placed it out of the way, ensuring that the harper would be able to find it if he returned but that it would not get destroyed or stolen by someone. Then he turned back to the other boys he'd been hanging out with.

With a bit of chortling, they made their way to their next chores a few of them clapping Ditre on the back. It was definitely something he wouldn't be repeating to his family. Was that burning feeling regret or adrenaline. He really wasn't sure. Either way, he couldn't tell whether he was pleased or horrified. Maybe both.

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