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A Smelly Smell [Madra]; Winter 1264, Morning
Topic Started: Jun 24 2015, 07:29 PM (138 Views)
TheCheeseWhiz
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Kidrai did not enjoy working in the barracks during the chore hours. The way he saw it, it was a waste of his time and skills, which were clearly better spent in the infirmary. Of course, T'via had taught him that, in order to be an asset to a fighting Weyr, one had to be capable of doing all manner of work, but healers were important. One would think that the Weyr would want all trained personnel in the infirmary whenever possible. Those thoughts, and the cough that was beginning to develop in his chest, made for a rather grumpy Kidrai when it was time to report in for morning chores. A dip in the baths after exercises had helped him feel more human, but he was far from his cheerful self. I should be in the infirmary, was the mantra in his head.

The candidatemaster assigned him and a group of others to clean the mutual bathing rooms. Not the most glorious of tasks, but, as T'via would say, "Just as necessary as bagging firestone." Kidrai took up his bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush with a surly expression on his face, and followed his comrades into the largest of the three bathing areas. After some time, as he woke up and lost himself in the work, his foul mood evaporated some. He even began to hum to himself a candlemark into the work.

It was around then, as he wandered into one of the private sections of the communal baths, that he smelled it. One of the worst smells that he had ever smelled. Worse than the smell of rotting, infected flesh. Worse than the smell of beast manure. Worse than the smell of the creche babes' diapers. "Oh, Faranth!" The exclamation left his mouth unbidden, muffled by the hand that had come up in a vain attempt to block his nasal passages. He stumbled back into another body, having not been aware that someone had been standing behind him. All that he was aware of was that eye-stinging, revolting stench.


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Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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Rayquaza
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Madra wasn't someone who enjoyed menial work, period. As far as she was concerned there were much better things she could be doing with her time. Sure, letting her do as she pleased may not help the Weyr quite as much in the short-term, but surely Vaioa would only benefit from letting her chase her whims in the long run. When she set her mind to something she got it done. If they were going to try giving her orders, the very least they could do was make it something better than what any old drudge could do.

Grumpiness was radiating off the candidate as she followed her chores partner into the mutual baths. It showed in her tensed muscles, her narrowed eyes, and her bitter scowl. However, when they entered the area they were assigned to clean everything fell away. Her face twisted into an expression of pure revulsion and a gagging sound crawled out of her throat.

"What the feck!" Madra staggered backwards with a gasp. She lifted her hand to cover her nose and mouth. Her voice was muffled when she choked out, "what died in here? Do they expect us to clean it!?" No. No way. She was not touching whatever could make a smell like that, not with a ten foot pole.
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TheCheeseWhiz
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Any hopes that the smell was a figment of his imagination fled when Madra gagged and swore. Kidrai moved off to the side, mumbling an incoherent apology for bumping into her. He was afraid to breathe, and therefore, talking was difficult. He shook his head, to indicate that he had zero idea as to what that smell was coming from. Or even where it was coming from. With watery eyes, he glanced around the room, hoping to find something obvious, like an old hunk of meat or a dead tunnelsnake. Nothing stuck out, though. Which meant that he and Madra were going to have to look for the source. Brilliant.

Uncovering his nose and mouth, Kidrai ducked the lower half of his face into his shirt, inhaling deeply as his lungs began to beg for fresh air. His own scent and the shirt's fabric helped to mask the stench, but it couldn't eradicate it completely. Raising his head, he spoke with a strained voice, trying to use as little air as possible. "No idea. Can't be good." Faranth, it was unbearable. Somehow, he smelled it even when he wasn't breathing!

Squeezing his eyes shut, Kidrai turned his back to the smallish pools. He tried to speak quickly, before his air reserve was all used up. "I think we have to find whatever it i--" Too late. He had inhaled, and the result was probably very entertaining. The grown man squealed like a porcine, and he wanted to sob as he not only smelled, but tasted whatever foul thing hung in the air. Coughing and gagging simultaneously, he covered his mouth and nose with the collar of his shirt, sucking in ragged breaths. "Faranth..."


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