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Topic Started: Oct 10 2015, 03:49 PM (262 Views)
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It was the time of evening that candidates began to head back to the barracks. With a long day behind her, Madra was tired, grumpy, and not at all willing to put up with what she deemed nonsense. As it happened, 'nonsense' included not watching where you were going. Correction - it included others not watching there they were going. She shouldn't need to. If someone saw her coming, they should step out of the way.

Not everyone agreed with that philosophy.

Irritation flashed in Madra's eyes when a passing candidate, Nalidy, bumped into her shoulder. "Watch where you're going!" she snapped.

The look on Nalidy's face when she looked up to meet her eyes was far from impressed. "Funny, I could have sworn you walked into my path."

Madra's features curled back in a snarl. "Well, you thought wrong! Do you know who I am?" She didn't have the patience for subtlety. Patience was something she didn't have a lot of when she was in a good mood, let alone a good one.

A falsely thoughtful look crossed the other candidate's face as she feigned deep thought. "Madra, right?" Nalidy tilted her head to the side as something occurred to her, a devious sparkle touching her eyes. "As in 'madness'?" Her tone of voice was innocent, polite and curious. The look on the redhead's face, meanwhile, was like a volcano ready to erupt. Just how little control over her emotions did this woman have?

"What is that supposed to mean?" Madra spat. Nalidy simply shrugged and began to turn away. That resulted in an indignant cry of, "hey! Don't walk away from me! Are you stupid enough to think you want me as an enemy?" Oh, the temptation to make a smart retort was strong. However, the image of leaving the other candidate standing there, simmering in her own rage, was better. As one candidate strode to her room the other stood in the commons, fists clenched and teeth grit. How dare she? How dare she?
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Zahrai lounged sideways in one of the more comfy chairs in the barracks, legs thrown up on one of the arm rests, poking at the young flit curled up on her chest. The blue gave a half-hearted hiss before burrowing further into her shirt. "Anansi, you're a brat." The candidate muttered, but held back on poking him again. Despite the tiny egg he'd come from he was growing quickly, she was sure he'd already doubled in size, maybe more. It gave her some perspective on the talks they'd gotten about what life was like after Impressing. But his attitude was as insolent as ever. Training was crucial, she'd decided. Where were those treats he liked, maybe she could work on tricks with him...

An argument nearby distracted her from her pocket search. What was going on? She sat up, swinging her legs back to a normal chair position and settling Anansi in her lap instead. Oh, it was that girl again. Zahrai rolled her eyes. Madra had a reputation among the candidates for being a real bitra, but as far as she'd been able to tell the girl was akin to a small but noisy dog. All bark and no bite unless you let her words get under your skin. She wasn't someone Zahrai would normally bother with, but all this fuss over an incident of clumsiness was annoying to a ludicrous degree. The other girl involved was already leaving, but Madra remained, seething.

"Oh shut up, won't you. It must be exhausting being angry all the time." Zahrai drawled. "Take a chill pill. Find a rider to screw. Whatever it takes to get you to stop being so noisy all the time." She gently moved Anansi from her lap to her shoulder, and leaned forward in the chair as she spoke, keeping an unperturbed expression. It was a little like poking a beast, but she wasn't worried about retaliation. If there was one thing she'd learned in her time at Vaioa it was that being unruly wasn't put up with, she'd been warned a ridiculous number of times not to act out.


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Anger was already rolling through Madra's veins like an uncontrolled storm. This was made blatant by her expression and body language. As a result, a few wayward candidates who had been in the commons during the incident made haste to scramble out of the room. Not all of them though. It seemed that there was one girl who had seen and was not content to recoil in fear of an explosion. Or do something as simple as keep her mouth shut, for that matter. Zahrai's voice rose up and set Madra's blood to a boil. Calling her out. Insulting her when it was evident that she was already in a foul mood. Just how stupid was this girl? The answer was clearly 'very'. A stupid, stupid little girl who would poke fun at her better as if she were a weyrbrats toy.

Madra slowly turned around to face Zahrai. Her expression, furious at first, slowly melted into a blank one before warping into a toxic smile. One, two, three graceful steps were taken until she was standing before the brat lounging on the chair. She gave her a once-over and made no efforts to hide the fact that she was judging her. Not hideous, but also no great beauty if you asked her. Weak. Pathetic. Zahrai was nothing compared to her, and she would see to it that she understood that.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right. Can you repeat that?" While her words themselves were an invitation, there was a bite beneath her smooth tone and coldness behind her blue eyes that said that it was in Zahrai's best interest if she lied while she had the chance. That lie, effectively take back the words, and not take the gamble of challenging Madra. Like the other candidate, she too had been warned about her behavior. Unlike her, she didn't care. The candidatemasters thought they had power over her? What fools.
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It appeared that her comments weren't well received, big surprise. Zahrai watched the other candidate approach, eyeing her falsely calm smile with a small measure of concern. She'd seen her father deal with people like this before, the ones who lacked all rationality. This was a different place though, and she hadn't been the one to start this conflict, it had been Madra and her utterly idiotic anger levels. All she'd done was make it clear that they didn't have to put up with her issues. Anansi hissed in Madra's direction, observant enough to understand that whatever was going on it wasn't friendly, and he didn't like it. Zahrai stroked his back reassuringly, letting the girl's judgmental gaze wash over her without effect.

"I said, you are noisy as a proddy green, and the rest of us like some peace and quiet." The red head enunciated slowly, not backing down from the implied threat. "If you need some space there's a whole weyrbowl out there waiting for you." She gestured towards the exit, and leaned back in the chair, attempting to convey that as far as she was concerned the conversation was over. Her shoulders didn't relax though, and she didn't stop watching Madra in her peripheral vision even as she looked away. Adrenaline was starting to buzz in her system, and she suspected the girl wasn't going to drop it at that.


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Everything about the candidate screamed 'anger'. Her body language, her glare, her words. There might as well have been a cloud of rage surrounding her. She made a weak attempt to cover this anger with a mask of sweetness, her forced smile at odds with her eyes. Like a snake showing off graceful warning displays before it struck. Displays that Zahrai was apparently unmoved by. The firelizard hissed and the other candidate didn't hesitate to repeat what she had said. The fake smile faltered.

How dare she. How dare she say that to her face, in public, where other people might hear. She had given her the chance to take back her words. She was being merciful. This was how she was rewarded? This was how she treated her obvious better. No. Oh no. It was time for a reckoning.

"Who the feck do you think you are?" The words started off sweet but rose in pitch and volume as she carried on. Madra was mad, and that anger was causing her to lose control. Funny how what started as a bad day could spiral so badly after a few encounters. It wasn't her fault, of course. Everyone else was to blame. Not her, never her. "How dare you talk to me that way?" Madra took another step closer to Zahrai as she spoke. "Listen here, you little bitran. You'd better apologize to me and never address your betters like that again, or else you have something else coming to you."
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Zahrai automatically pressed herself into the back of the chair as Madra came closer, having apparently gone off the deep end. The girl was a ball of crazy that was quickly picking up speed. 'Your betters'? 'Something else coming to you'? Yeah, she lived in a world Zahrai couldn't even imagine. The shorter candidate couldn't help but snort in amusement at how delusional she sounded. Anansi was less bold, scurrying from Zahrai's shoulder onto the chair arm, putting further distance between himself and the threatening human.

"In case you haven't realized we're both bottom of the totem pole here." Zahrai pointed out wryly, refusing to acknowledge Madra's attempted intimidation. "You can yell and scream but if a rider tells us to go shovel shaffit you've got to move just as fast as I do. And at least I'm not a spoiled brat." Plenty of people had called her worse then a bitran, but not over a simple conversation. She was usually doing something to deserve it then. Being insulted without reason was irritating enough for her to dig a deeper hole.

She stood, crossing her arms, Madra close enough that she had to tilt her head up a margin in order to look the other candidate in the eye, and grinned widely. "Someone like you, I bet you won't even Impress. No dragon wants an uppity shrew for a partner." That was true too, Zahrai couldn't imagine a being that would willingly put up with someone like Madra. Hopefully whoever she'd paid off to Search her had demanded a decent price beforehand, compensation for being associated with the candidate in any way.


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Spoiled brat. Uppity shrew. I bet you won't even impress. Zahrai's words danced through her mind fraying and fracturing until only choice bits remained. The insulting bits. Words the other girl had decided to throw at her even with her warning. Although she had heard and processed it all, these were the parts she focused on. Those were the words that fueled her anger. Because that was what it was, what she was, anger. Madra was a being of anger and strength. For what did strength come from if not anger? That forceful drive to prove yourself to be superior? Determination, ambition, that little thing that told you to be great, it all came back to anger over the fact that you weren't. Not yet. Those who couldn't embrace this anger were weak and would be trampled in the end.

That was how the world worked. At least, that was how she thought it worked, and nothing had proven her wrong yet.

Madra let out a bark of laughter. "Is that so?" No. It wasn't so. This girl was wrong, wrong, wrong. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe you're at the bottom of the totem pole because you allow yourself to be?" Personally, she refused to be at the bottom. To be less than anyone. No, no, no. She was strong, she was great, she was perfect, and someday everyone would see that. She had to be perfect. "I hate to shatter your deluded little reality, but I will impress. I'm strong. Dragons look for strength. They look for bravery, a strong will, someone who is unafraid to do what must be done. I have those things. But you... well. Do you really think a dragon will want someone who can talk but is nothing but talk?" The grin that crawled across Madra's face wasn't forced, but it was vicious. "I think you should start looking at alternative paths. You know, for when you age out like the useless shell you are."
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Zahrai had never heard such shaffit before, 'because you allow yourself to be'. Hierarchy was the definition of how Pern functioned, anyone who'd tried to work the system understood that. Her family had been a group who'd tried to manipulate that arrangement and they'd ended up doing hard labor to pay for it, or in her case being sent hundreds of lengths away. There was no choice in that, only back luck, and now she was at another starting point. “Not particularly. I may not like work but I at least know time is important in changing things. Wishing candidates weren't the lowest rung doesn't do anything but make riders want to box your ears.”

The rest of what Madra said wasn't any better. “Strong?” Zahrai repeated skeptically. She wasn't questioning that dragons wanted strength, but that Madra might be considered strong. She knew how to read people, had seen her father manipulate people with pride many a time, and they weren't strong. Pride made people fragile. It was easy to forget it also made them savage when things went wrong. The other candidate's words struck home in a nasty way. Zahrai knew she was mostly talk, and while she didn't care too much if a dragon chose her 'alternative paths' was a sensitive subject. She'd tried and failed at that one too many times already, the weyr was her best back up plan for life. Staying here was the only option.

“People like talk, dragons might too. Besides, the kind of talk I do requires brains. Yours doesn't.” Her expression remained uncaring but her eyes had hardened. Madra's attempts to anger the older candidate had succeeded after much work on the girl's part. Zahrai's words held undertones of contempt and irritation. “I guess we'll see what happens first. Me aging out, or you getting kicked out for being found too dumb to stay in the barracks.”


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She'd made her mind. Finally, after so much trouble, she'd succeeded in making her mad. Zahrai wasn't as blatant about her anger as Madra, but it was there none the less. It was in the slightest changes in her body language and voice. The sight caused a tendril of satisfaction to weave through her. Unfortunately, it was too little, too late. Just as Madra had finally angered Zahrai, Zahrai had continued to anger Madra. Anger wasn't an easy thing for her to come down from. Her anger had a tendency to turn into a destructive and all consuming rage. The type that swept up so many of the other things that made her her and left those parts to deal with the aftermath.

"Don't be so stupid," she snarled. "No one likes talk, not humans, and certainly not dragons. In fact, I bet no one actually likes you. They just entertain you because it would be too much of a hassle to tell you to shove off. Or maybe they're just too nice to tell you the truth. That you're a loud mouthed but worthless little speck who will be forgotten like so much crackdust." That horrible grin twisted across her mouth once more, her tone taking on the sweetness that was far from sweet. "At least I don't bother with that sort of deluded 'kindness'. You should thank me for telling it to you like it is."

Madra bent over slightly to get closer to Zahrai's level, to look her in the eyes, when she said her next words. "I'm far from stupid. I may not be nice, but I'm far from stupid. The dumb ones are the ones who will put up with the likes of you, who shower others with pity and reach out to the ones who aren't strong enough to help themselves. Me? I actually think." Yes, she thought, but it was only herself she thought of. What she didn't mention was that the thought tended to fade away so easily. Madra wasn't dumb, but she also got caught up in her emotions beyond all reason. Which was likely part of why she did what she did next. "Unlike you, so happy to upset people who actually back up their words." Then, with little warning, she swung a punch at Zahrai's eye.
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Zahrai found the girl's personal attacks funny in her anger, they were just so wrong. While it still stung to be insulted by a person she found as awful as Madra, it was obvious that she was swinging wildly in her insults. No one who'd found Zahrai or her family distasteful had ever held back. 'Worthless', 'a drain on Pern', things like that had been tossed at them quite frequently. Fort couldn't have been more clear about their opinion of her bloodline, and the crafthall hadn't been much gentler when it turned out she'd had next to no talent. Whoever these mysterious individuals were that were pretending to be kind to Zahrai were, she'd love to meet them.

She was thinking of some condescending piece of snark to throw back at her fellow candidate when the escalation into physical violence caught her completely by surprise. The impact sent her stumbling back into the chair, gripping the side of her face. "What the fardle?!" She exclaimed, almost drowned out by the raucous Anansi had burst into the moment Madra's fist had connected with Zahrai's cheek bone. The blue flit squawked and screamed, anyone nearby would know something was up in the barracks. "Are you insane!" This wasn't a real question, she was sure the other girl was nuts. With less then graceful movements she scrambled from the chair so she could take a few steps back, putting more distance between them.

The pain shocked Zahrai from her haze of irritation and stubbornness, she had no interest in being in a real fist fight. Madra, though, who knew if she'd stop with a single punch, so Zahrai raised her arms in self-defense. She'd never hit someone before, wasn't sure if she knew the proper way to do it, but it couldn't be that complicated. Madra managed it after all.


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