Groundcrew Practice

20th July 2003
Logged by Donis


Living Caverns> Auryn wrinkles her nose at Aries. "Yeah, that's her." No warm mother-daughter feelings there. "And naw, she said I /couldn't/ stand when she was head nanny, but then Pyrene must've told her I should, because she gave me my knot." She loves telling that story - it makes her, the weyrbrat, sound so important that a goldrider would go through great lengths just to have her stand for the clutches. "Aww, doncha miss him? Your runner?" she asks of Lucan, raising an eyebrow as the lad fetches klah for the entering 'rider. Well, she sure as Thread isn't going to move a muscle for strangers, so good thing someone else did. "Who are you?" It's directed at P'renn, of course.

Living Caverns> P'renn accepts the mug of klah with a hearty grin of thanks, his fingers sliding deliciously along the warm sides. "Aye, thanks lad," he sips, turning with prickling brows to Auryn, before concluding: "a good brew, always has been up at Reaches." He was once Reachian himself, you know, or perhaps little Auryn has forgotten. No worries, they never said more than a few words to one another prior so it doesn't matter much. Of course, her mannerisms this morning leave the dragonrider with a distinctly unimpressed impression. "Mm, well candidate, I am P'renn." And tilting his brow /just so/ he reguards her a moment before plopping into what used to be his favorite chair.

Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches Hearth…
Living Caverns
Lucan, Aries, Auryn, and P'renn are here.

Aries eyes P'renn also. The boy shrugs, turning back to the conversation at hand. One would think he just dismissed P'renn as unimportant, probably due to the tone of Auryn's question. If she, a fellow brat, now turned candidate, doesn't know him, Aries doesn't need to either. "Pyrene made you a candidate, then, Auryn? I don't like Pyrene. She's so mean!"

Lucan tugs at his own knot and grins at Aries. "Ike said this was his knot when /he/ was a candidate. He's letting me wear it." And for that, he feels honored. His own mug of klah is then grabbed and sipped upon right before Auryn inquires about Highlander. "Oh, yeah, of course I miss him. He was practically my best friend back at 'Cliffs." In fact, he /still/ misses him. Yeah. P'renn is then nodded at and a half grin forms on his expression. "Lucan." is his introduction.

"You're right on the money there, Aries," Donis comments, coming in at the tag-end of the younger lad's complaint. "Lo, all," he adds genially, pottering over to the food tables.

Auryn doesn't look ashamed in any way - how is /she/ supposed to keep track of all those cowards who flee to the hotter climate of Ista? Hrmpf. "Oh," she simply says in reply, turning back to Aries to discuss her favorite subject: herself and her impending dragonriding. "Ha! I know how to handle her," the girl says smugly, winking at Aries. "Just gotta know how to please her - just say Cadgwith's pretty or some other lie." She purses her lips at Lucan. "What if you Impress, then? Will you bring him to the Weyr? Just be careful your dragon doesn't eat him - they'd eat anything for the first few months," she shares with all the arrogance of a weyrbred. "Hi, Donis. When's the fall gonna start?"

Aries nods quickly, waving to Donis. Ahhh, more brat-turned candidates that he knows. Familiar setting now. "Yeah, she yells at people for no reason!" He wrinkles his nose at Auryn, shaking his head slowly. "Ew. I don't wanna lie. And Cadgwith is big and icky." After a pause, his smile fades. "Oh yeah, there's fall today. Do I gotta use a flamethrower? Aren't I too little?"

P'renn eyes Auryn with mounting dislike. That one is too uppity for his tastes, and if she's planning on riding a dragon, she should start with paying her proper respects to a full rider. After all, Auryn is currently at the very /bottom/ of the food chain, as denotes the little white knot. "Lucan, well met," and the brownrider nods once more, though his expression slights somewhat when Aries mentions thread. There's a reason this Istan is here, though if he's going to be filling ranks to flame thread for ungreatful candidates… Huff.

Donis pours himself a mug of tea and sits down, giving a nod to the Istan rider. "Fall's sometime this afternoon, Auryn; telling Pyrene that Cadge is pretty doesn't work, Aries, since it's much too big a lie, and if you've had some flamer training, you can join a crew. I did at your age."

Lucan tilts his head back and lets out a hearty laugh at the Pyrene comment. "I was there that day she disciplined Daina for.. doing something." Yeah, he's forgotten what exactly the kidlet did to deserve such a thing, but, all he remembers is that bite mark she left on him. "That kidlet /bit/ me and I had that bite mark on my forearm for sevendays afterwards." So, it was a satisfying moment when the senior weyrwoman boxed the kidlet's ears. Pause. Auryn is then glanced at. "He'd probably stay at SeaCliffs for a while. Just until life settles down a bit." Of course he's awful at predicting the future anyway. "Hey, Donis." is then greeted.

Kibai arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Auryn flips a grin in Aries' direction. "Yeah, it's true what Donis says. Some lies are too big to slip through," she says with a giggle, oblivious to her falling into disgrace with the Istan rider. She does, however, give him a brief look-over and looks pleased as she catches sight of his knot. "You ride brown?!" There's a definite hint of awe in her voice, and her eyes widen slightly as she looks at P'renn. "Ha! You should see some of my scars," she tells Lucan in an aside, "though most of'm were made by boys." Icky, nasty boys. "Afternoon, right," she mumbles to herself, mentally scribing it behind the ear.

"I got a little bit, but that was it. I don't know if I really know how to do it yet…" He shrugs, eyeing Donis strangely. While he doesn't /really/ want to, an invitation for another quick lesson so that he can flame today would be readily accepted. Aries shrugs again, flicking a hand in Lucan's direction to catch the candidate's attention. "What color was your runner? My friend Rianna and her mommy have lots of runners. They're traders. Anna used to live here with T'am." He nods quickly, grinning.

[OOC:] P'renn murmurs. Connection went flickery with the lightning, I gotta scoot for a bit.
P'renn goes home.

Kibai slips quietly into the cavern, looking just a little damp about the ends of his hair from a recent dip into the bathing pools. He weaves his way through the tables, finally reaching the hearth and taking up a pitcher near to it. Hopefully mulled cider, he pours some into a mug 'til near to over-flowing.

Lucan wraps his fingers around his mug of klah and raises it to his lips, sipping on the contents gingerly. Eyes then flick towards the entrance and Kibai is then waved at in greeting. "Hey, Kibai." The threadfall comment is also observed and he nods after the fellow candidate speaks. "All I know is that kid can /bite/." he replies to Auryn with a grin. A hand is run through his honey colored hair and he leans back in his seat to listen to the conversation some more, until Aries grabs his attention. "Highlander was all brown. Almost like the color of this klah here." Finger is then pointed at his mug full of klah with a grin. "He's what we stablehands call a 'bay'."

Donis just sips his tea without saying anything for a while, except for "Morning, Kibai,". Eventually he puts his mug down, gets up and stretches. "I'm off to practise a bit with my flamethrower," he announces to the room at large, and heads for the door out.

Auryn pouts a little as P'renn suddenly rushes off, but she does understand the obligations of a dragonrider. "Hiya, Kibi," she greets another fellow candidate before listening to Lucan's runner-story. "Aw, brown. Must've been pretty," she says with a little grin, idly swirling the contents of her glass around as she speaks.

Aries ahhs, nodding. Kibai is given a quick grin and wave as he calls out a hello. "Hey Kibai! I told Lucan about how me and Ashli helped Ike and Ram Search you!" He beams, finishing off his juice and passing the mug back to Lucan with a sly smile. "Wanna fill me up, Lucan?" He questions, before eyeing Donis slowly. Shaking his head, he changes his mind. "Nevermind, Lucan, I'm gonna practise with Donis. Donis! Donis, wait up!"

Donis, like time and tide, waits for no man. Or boy.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
Central Bowl

Meandering further 'neath spires' watchful spikes, you head north.
Northern Bowl

Watch your head! Weyrlings are not known for their flight skills.
Training Grounds
The marks of thousands of claws give testament to the shuffling of the young dragons that have torn up what little grass once grew in this corner of the bowl. Tucked in between the feeding pens to the south and the curve of the Weyrleader's complex, the training grounds are home to daily exercises and classes, all taking place well out of the way of the hectic bustle of the rest of the bowl. Cut deep into the cliff face, the large, covered openings leading into the extensive weyrling barracks rise high over the heads of any who come near, although the height of the caldera's spindles far above cast their own reaching shadows across the hard packed earth.
You see HRW Flamethrower crate, Training Charger, Extra Charger, Threadfall Charger, HRW Flamer Target, HRW Flamer Target, Flamer Target, HRW Flamer Target, HRW Flamethrower 7, Flamer Charger, HRW Flamethrower 15, HRW Flamer Target 1, Whoosh, and Cae's Nifty Barbecuer here.

Living Caverns> Kibai continues to peer into the contents of his mug, nose twitches once, and then he actually takes a sip of the liquid within. Not so bad. the boy snags a cream puff, and then moves over to take a seat near to the others. He bobs his head in greeting as well, finger drawing over the spilling-over cream and then popping said finger into his mouth to lick it off. His gaze sweep sover to Aries, and he snorts in amusement, "I'll bet. Quite memorable."

Living Caverns> Lucan grins and clearly shows his pride for the runner. "Oh, he certainly is a nice looking runner." Klah colored eyes flick towards Donis as he exits the caverns and he stands up quickly. Drink is then downed and the lad leaves his broom against the table for now. "I ought to join him with the practicing." he says. "I'll see you all soon." Wave, and he's out the door.
Living Caverns> Lucan exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Living Caverns> Aries exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Aries heads from Pens to Weyrling grounds, leaving the fenced beasties behind.

Living Caverns> Auryn follows Kiabi's example and snags a sweetroll from a tray nearby, licking her fingers to get as much as the sweet stuff down as possible. Then she stands up, intent on following the rest of them outside. "I guess I should, too," she says to the room at large and off she goes, draining her cup of juice on the way out.

Lucan heads from Pens to Weyrling grounds, leaving the fenced beasties behind.

Living Caverns> Auryn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Auryn wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.

Donis is checking over his flamethrower over by one of the charging units. "Didn't expect you all to follow me," he comments, gruff but rather pleased at the same time. "Pick yourself up a flamer and bring it over here!"

Monty wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.

Auryn
The gray of a winter dusk lurks in those deep-set eyes, placed as they are above fairly prominent cheekbones. The barest snub of a nose leads down to her small, pouty mouth, and a strong chin completes the shape of her face. Tresses of unruly, auburn hair have grown as long as possible and curl their way almost to the small of her back, and spill over her forehead and into her eyes. She stands a bit short for her age, with thin arms and frail legs - one may suspect she's taking after her father's height. However, there is a stubborn strength in her that speaks of a temper, contrasting her physical appearance.
The fabric of her dress is a practical shade of warm brown, useful for hiding various stains of food and dirt. It covers her from shoulders to mid-calves, and seems to be a little too large for her frame. Her feet are stuck into a pair of worn, but sturdy-looking, boots, of an unrecognizable shade of used-to-be-black. Her long hair is tied with a black ribbon and hangs like a llama-tail down her back - except for those few, unruly curls which hang around her forehead in a perpetually annoying fashion. Strapped to her back is Auryn's Tech-Toaster.
It's still dirty and well-used, but for the moment being it's white-white-white, denoting that she's a candidate for the current 'Reaches clutch.
She is a teenager of about 13.

Lucan
Curly sandy blonde hair covers his entire head and is usually closely cropped, but not overly so. His entire body is fair in skin tone and nicely built for his age. A pair of amber hued eyes always seem to portray his jaunty mood and compliment his facial appearance, along with his hair color quite nicely. Freckles sprinkle across his cheeks and nose as well, and the sides of his face are free from any sort of facial hair. Masculine features reveal a lad who has yet to fill out, although he's not too lanky and stands approximately 5'11 in height. His overall physique is also lean but not quite as toned as a Herder's.
Klah colored trous adorn his lower body, as does a pair of worn and rugged black boots. A small sheathed knife is attached to his belt and hangs on his right hip just as an important necessity to his ensemble. Lighter in auburn color is a loose shirt that seems to be sewn and patched in certain areas on the sleeves. And lastly is a darker colored, snug fitting vest with small front pockets worn by this lad as well. Strapped to his back is HRW Flamethrower 18.
Draped around his shoulder is the pure white, single looped knot that indicates his rank as a High Reaches Candidate.
He is a teenager of about 16.

Aries
The youngling's ebony curls resemble the colour of writing ink, shining densely in the light of day, his tangle of hair roosts atop an aristocratic face. Creamy skin, the colour of a bright gather-day sun, is normally smudged with soot, dirt, or whatever else the boy has been squirming and wherrying his little way into. A rounded, pert nose perches precariously on a smooth, rounded face, adding character to eyes the colour of fine lapis lazuli, the bright sky-dyed overtones giving his curious orbs a mischeviously handsome look for one so young. His full lips seem to fit in perfectly in with his dusky looks, rosy colour reflecting the rosy complexion gracing his cheeks, though petit shiny white teeth grace his gums, giving his ready smile a feel of companionship and courageous gallantry…
Thick blue pants hang heavily around Aries' small legs, giving the boy the extra warmth needed for a Reaches' winter. Beneath a padded deep-brown leather coat is a simple, red and blue striped shirt, tall collar and long sleeves included. Boots of a similar shade of leather sit atop the boy's feet, insulating the extremes from the cold of the snow. Strapped to his back is HRW Flamethrower 9.
He is a child of about 11.

Monty
The fellow before you is a tall and slender man. He's a bit over six feet tall, his legs making up most of his height. He moves with the grace of someone accostomed to being taller than everyone else, and he holds his head down a bit, looking as if he'd rather not bump it on a doorway. He looks almost too thin to support his own weight, despite the tone looked of his wiry muscles. Deep brown hair that is almost black falls in front of his eyes. His hair looks to be perpetually in need of a haircut because he wears so he has to flick it out of his way when he talks. The eyes that peer out from behind those slivers of hair are a bright mischevious blue, set deep in his face. The feral look in them gives the impression that he'd take almost any risk if it got him what he wanted. His smile is renowned in it's many existences. Be it grin, beam, or or just a regular smile they all end up quirky because of the tiny scar that pulls his upper lip to the side.
He's wearing dusty black boots partially hidden by his long baggy brown pants. The boots look to have seen many roads and, from the suspicious stains on the leather, also some many bars and places of 'recreation'. The pants themselves are serviceable, made out of good dusty tan colored cloth, and they tuck into the top of his boots. His white work shirt has puffy sleeves that can unlaced at the cuffs and pulled back in case of warmer weather. The lacing down the front of his torso is covered by a brown leather vest. The leather of the vest is cracked and worn, needing an oiling. It appears to have been tooled with designs sometime in the far past but only the occasional runner's head and mane appear occasionally when the light is right. Strapped to his back is HRW Flamethrower 22.
He's wearing a simple and plain white knot, denoting that he's a candidate for the current clutch at High Reaches Weyr.
He is a teenager of about 18.

Donis
A round face is eternally youthful, bordering on cherubic with proud-appled cheeks that are quick to smile and bright mud-brown eyes. Small pink lips are a splash of color on pale skin, as are beetle-black eyebrows; his matching black hair is close-cropped now, all his ringlets shorn away - revealing the shiny new scar just below the hairline and above his left eye. He's getting taller and leaner, but still has that short stature, attributable to genetics and age; legs and arms are faintly wiry from the movements of restless muscles.
From the feet up, Donis is wearing black boots, dark green trousers and a shirt of heavy cotton that may have been saffron-yellow in the past but is now a soft shade of buttermilk. Strapped to his back is Donis's Dangerous Flamer.
The blinding white of a very neat Candidate knot sits proudly (smugly?) on Donis's shoulder.
He is a teenager of about 15.

Aries grins at Donis, rushing into the training grounds after Donis. "I changed my mind. I do want to flame during fall today. Can you help me now, though?" He questions, eyeing the brat hopefully. quickly, he follows the orders, grabbing up a flamethrower.

Kibai wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.

Monty jaunted, curious, into the training grounds just soon enough to hear the "grab it and bring it over." So… that's what he did. Snagging one he walked over to where they were obviously going to be charging their units. His only greeting ended up being "Hullo."

Lucan grabs his flamethrower and does as he's told after Donis speaks. Rugged looking boots then take him over to where everyone else is gathering and he stands amongst the small crowd. "Alright." Monty is then observed and grinned at. "Hey." he greets the fellow candidate. His attention then returns to Donis and the others.

"Kibai, you too, if you're practising. Grab a flamethrower," Donis calls to the latest arrival, rubbing his finger over the gauge on his own flamer. "I'll run through the basics of using one - sorry if anyone's done this all before." He's anything but brattish as he takes charge.

Auryn hoisters a flamethrower onto her shoulder, struggling a short while with it as she almost loses her balance. "Right, right, ready," the girl announces, trying not to show how heavy she thinks the sharding thing is.

Kibai eventually moseys his way over to join the others at the training grounds. He still has that mug with him though, cradled in one hand to sip from every once in awhile. He nods his head vaguely the others, eyes a touch sleep-bleary yet. He sets down the mug upon a rock, and then moves to take a flamethrower.

Kibai
The slightly tousled brush of this teen's hair tickles at the nape of his neck just as the dark fringe cascades in a fallen rush over his forehead to oft overshadow a rare, yet vibrant gaze. Light wrecks havoc along those ebony locks of his, often shining to sloe-black at the least provocation. Irises of a glacial blue are set in almond-shaped eyes and framed with lashes just as dark and fine as his hair. His youthful features are finely angled, and nearly perfect in their beauty; the lines drawn with the same subtle touch that grants his skin its pale cast. With his nearly aesthetic features and despite the almost gaunt appearance, a lithe grace characterizes this youth's slightly less than average height as the low swell of toned muscles leave his wiry form distinctly svelte.
Draping from his slim shoulders, a shirt of an almost frail weave in a pale olive descends to fall along his thighs, drawn close to his body with a leather-woven belt that loosely hangs from his hips. Loose sleeves are oft rolled up and pushed beyond his elbows, hiding the green ivy embroidery about the cuffs, but the fine work is still visible about the shirt's V-neckline. Trous of dark sienna, made of a sturdier stuff, loosely envelope his legs until they drop in a wrinkle of fabric upon a pair of well-worn boots that have clearly seen quite a bit of distance. Strapped to his back is HRW Flamethrower 23. A gold firelizard is perched on his shoulder.
Kibai wears the rather droopy knot of a High Reaches candidate.
He is a teenager of about 17.

"Everyone got their flamer?" Donis asks, looking around the small group - and seeming rather relieved that there are no adults to undermine his authority. "Right, first thing you need to do is to check how much agenothree is in it - there's a gauge here." He points to the relevant part of his own flamethrower.

Auryn waves around her wand recklessly - though it is turned off, at least. "Mine doesn't have anything!" And she thinks it's heavy /now/.

Monty nodded slightly, hefting the flamer slightly to show that he had one. He then frowned at the little dial that he was supposed to be checking. "And if it's empty?" He chuckled slightly, he knows what to do next, but will wait for Donis to explain it all.

"Click the safety catch off." Donis demonstrates. "And then hook it up to a charger and plug it in." His flamer is full and heavy, so he doesn't bother with that; just gestures for the others to do so.

Aries nods, checking the gauge on his flamethrower quickly. "Mine is empty!" He exclaims, upset that he cannot do anything with it. "What do I do, Donis?"

Monty removes Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite) from his back and carefully sets it down.
Monty hooks up his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite) to the Training Charger.
Fuel begins pumping into the Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite).

Aries removes Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower from his back and carefully sets it down.

Monty's Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite) is at 100% capacity.
Monty gets the Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite) unhooked and ready for service.
Monty lifts Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite) and straps it on his back.
Monty examines a dial on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite).
Monty activates the safety mechanism on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite).

Donis nods approvingly at Monty. "Once you're charged, keep the safety off - and flame at the targets!" He gestures with the wand of his flamer towards the set of straw targets at the far side of the training grounds. "Stand about half a length back, and hit /this/ button." He points, but doesn't press.

Monty nod slightly, already having hooked the safety back on, unhooked it. He settled it on his back and took out the wand, getting it ready to flame at the target, "Can do, and thanks." He pats the Flamer, "This should be interesting threadfall."
Monty disengages the safety on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite).

Lucan removes Luc's Thread Saber from his back and carefully sets it down.

Auryn removes Auryn's Tech-Toaster from her back and carefully sets it down.

Kibai lifts Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire and straps it on his back.

Auryn hooks up her Auryn's Tech-Toaster to the Training Charger.
Fuel begins pumping into the Auryn's Tech-Toaster.

"Hopefully we won't get too many burrows," Donis replies to Monty, fiddling with the safety catch on his flamer. He flicks it off eventually, and steps over towards the targets.

Aries hooks up his Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower to the Training Charger.
Fuel begins pumping into the Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower.

You have disengaged the safety on Donis's Dangerous Flamer.

Auryn's Auryn's Tech-Toaster is at 100% capacity.
Auryn gets the Auryn's Tech-Toaster unhooked and ready for service.
Auryn lifts Auryn's Tech-Toaster and straps it on her back.

Lucan hooks up his Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower to the Training Charger.

Kibai removes Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire from his back and carefully sets it down.

Aries's Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower is at 100% capacity.

Lucan gets the Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower unhooked and ready for service.

Aries gets the Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower unhooked and ready for service.

Kibai hooks up his Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire to the Training Charger.
Fuel begins pumping into the Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire.

Lucan hooks up his Luc's Thread Saber to the Training Charger.
Fuel begins pumping into the Luc's Thread Saber.

Kibai hooks up his Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire to the Training Charger.
Fuel begins pumping into the Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire.
Kibai's Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire is at 100% capacity.
Kibai gets the Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire unhooked and ready for service.
Kibai lifts Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire and straps it on his back.

Lucan's Luc's Thread Saber is at 100% capacity.
Lucan gets the Luc's Thread Saber unhooked and ready for service.
Lucan lifts Luc's Thread Saber and straps it on his back.

Monty depresses the trigger on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite). Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
There is an audible 'clack' from Monty's Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite), and the flame disappears, leaving nothing but a lingering chemical smell.

Auryn disengages the safety on her Auryn's Tech-Toaster.

Donis stands, feet apart, shoulders squared to carry the weight of the flamer. He points the nozzle carefully…. and presses the button.

Donis depresses the trigger on his Donis's Dangerous Flamer. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
HRW Flamer Target is hit by the flame!
There is an audible 'clack' from Donis's Donis's Dangerous Flamer, and the flame disappears with the remains of the HRW Flamer Target. Donis looks around for another target.

Aries models himself after Donis' pose, settling the flamethrower on his back and preparing to aim and shoot at the target.

Monty depresses the trigger on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite). Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
There is an audible 'clack' from Monty's Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite), and the flame disappears, leaving nothing but a lingering chemical smell.

Aries lifts Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower and straps it on his back.

Monty examines a dial on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite).

Aries depresses the trigger on his Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
HRW Flamer Target is hit by the flame!
There is an audible 'clack' from Aries's Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower, and the flame disappears with the remains of the HRW Flamer Target. Aries looks around for another target.

Lucan depresses the trigger on his Luc's Thread Saber. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
HRW Flamer Target is hit by the flame!
There is an audible 'clack' from Lucan's Luc's Thread Saber, and the flame disappears with the remains of the HRW Flamer Target. Lucan looks around for another target.

Auryn eyes the practice target warily and points the end of her magic-fire-wand towards it. She scrunches her eyes shut (probably not a good idea!) and presses the trigger down hard.
Auryn depresses the trigger on her Auryn's Tech-Toaster. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
HRW Flamer Target is hit by the flame!

Lucan examines a dial on his Luc's Thread Saber.

There is an audible 'clack' from Auryn's Auryn's Tech-Toaster, and the flame disappears with the remains of the HRW Flamer Target. Auryn looks around for another target.

Donis takes a few steps back. "You're not aiming too well, Monty - try getting a bit closer to one of the targets," Donis suggests.
Kibai finally finishes filling up on of the many flamers, making another check of the gauge for the contents. Once satisfied that it is full, he finally shoulders the pack and flips the safety switch. He stands back to look at the others. Now, is he the only one a little frightened at the idea of all of his fellow candidates holding things that can create fire? Probably not.

Monty frowns and scuttles forwards a few feet, trying to stay out of the way of Auryn. She and her… well… that closing of the eyes things didn't make him too comfy standing in the way of flying flame. "Alrighty… Hmm.." He never usually was -this- bad.
Monty depresses the trigger on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite). Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
There is an audible 'clack' from Monty's Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite), and the flame disappears, leaving nothing but a lingering chemical smell.

Auryn lets out a girlish shriek of delight as she catches sight of the burning target. "Yay! I hit it!" Now, where're the annoying weyrbrats… hehe.

Monty mutters to himself. "Bah." Yup, he definately needed practice. Either that or he needed the flamer checked. Bah. Monty examines a dial on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite).

"You missed again," Donis tells Monty rather clinically. "Although to look on the bright side, you haven't flamed anyone else yet." Donny grins to himself, and flicks the safety catch back on his flamer. "While you're carrying the flamethrowers around, make sure the safety is /on/. Else you might hit something by accident."

Pyrene wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.

Lucan watches as the target he was aiming at is hit, grinning widely right afterwards. "Nice.." he says. Although it was probably beginners luck or something. Eh. Either way, he's proud of himself. Safety is then flicked on and he grips the flamethrower, waiting for further instructions.

Aries depresses the trigger on his Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
HRW Flamer Target is hit by the flame!
There is an audible 'clack' from Aries's Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower, and the flame disappears with the remains of the HRW Flamer Target. Aries looks around for another target.

Pyrene
Slight and spindly, her frame is nevertheless held as stubbornly tall as possible, falling only just shy of average height. Curves have in part softened the sharp angles of old, turning scrawny and frail into stocky and trim, while breast and hip testify to her motherhood. Still, there's nothing neat about the lank tendrils of dark brown hair as they escape the skimpy plait that struggles to keep them under control. Plaguing her point-nosed, thin-lipped face, they only serve to emphasise the peakiness of her complexion. Yet if there were any doubts about her vitality, the grey eyes that snap out from beneath dark brows eliminate them as effectively as twin thunderstorms.
A blue firelizard is perched on her shoulder.
Cords of black, blue and sea-washed gold tangle their way through an elaborate configuration of loops, marking her as Sr Weyrwoman for High Reaches Weyr.
She is an adult of about 34.

Aries shouts, pumping a fist into the air as his second shot also hits the target. "Look! I got the target both times!" He bellows, jumping up and down with the wand in his hand, already forgetting that this is a great way to accidently fire /at/ someone.

Donis flicks the safety catch back, and turns to take aim - without perhaps paying as much attention as he should. Fire blazes from the nozzle of his wand - he's distracted by Aries and swings a little towards the lad… with the effect of a jet of flame bursting rather close to where Pyrene just appeared.

Kibai depresses the trigger on his Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
HRW Flamer Target is hit by the flame!
There is an audible 'clack' from Kibai's Kibai's Sputtering Spitfire, and the flame disappears with the remains of the HRW Flamer Target. Kibai looks around for another target.

Auryn looks disappointed at Donis' instructions - maybe she was planning on accidentally wearing the flamer in the brat caves. Real shame if anyone there gets toasted. "Ee!" She lets out another shriek, this time as a flame gets precariously close to Pyrene. (Whether it's from delight or fright is hard to tell, though.)

Monty frowned yet again and gave Donis a grimace of thanks. He set aim again, this time slightly more carefully, but not really expecting much anymore. He frowned and pressed his trigger, hoping he didn't use up the rest of his fuel with this.

Kibai moves over to line up one of the many targets before him. A quick spurt of flame to incinerate the target, and then a faint smile finally twists upon his lips. Fire. Fire. Nothing but a bunch of little pyromaniacs here. Poor Pyrene doesn't have a chance, does she? "Careful there," he tries to call out over the whoosh of flames.

Monty flicks the trigger on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite). After a long breath, a gout of flame sizzles from the end of the wand. MmMm… flame.
There is an unhealthy 'clunking' sound from Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite), and the flame sputters out, leaving nothing but a lingering chemical smell and a few muttered curses from the operator.

Pyrene quietly freezes as fire comes blazing towards her - although her shock is signified by Cadgwith's startled bellow. Thankfully she's still a touch out of range. Unthankfully, the flames die away in time for her to spot the source. "What in Faranth's name is going on here?" she snaps, glaring at Donis, but gesturing at all the candidates. They can damn well all feel the heat.

Lucan goes wide eyed for a moment when the flame stretches out towards Pyrene. "Good Faranth.." is then uttered. Hopefully the Weyrwoman didn't get singed or anything? That would be /bad/ of course. Yikes. And after she starts yelling, the lad cringes and remains where he is - flame thrower on safety, yes. "Um.." He's speechless.

"Shells!" Donis's thumb had already slipped from the flamer button, thankfully. "Uh. Weyrwoman Pyrene. Are you alright? I'm so sorry…." He hastily flicks the safety catch on. Just to be on the safe side.

Monty examines a dial on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite).

Kibai remains in place, peering owlishly across to Pyrene as she bellows at the candidates. Clearly, he isn't including himself in this ragtag group of people. Nope. Nozzle is pointed to the sky as he flickers a glance to the others. "Didn't get singed did you, Weyrwoman? Need a good dousing with water just incase?"

Jycarl wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.

Jycarl
Jycarl may not be the best-looking boy you've ever seen, but his charismatic and outgoing nature make him stand out easily in a crowd - even if he doesn't want to. His dark blonde hair is rather long, and has been restored to its un-plaited state; so he now has returned to flicking it out of his eyes. His eyes are the grey-green of the numbweed plant and rarely without a spark of mischeif in them. The smile beneath them is normally bright, but more often than not has a cheeky side to it, showing his naturally playfull personality. Jycarl is about 5'8, not yet his full height, and is thinner in build than he'd like. His nails are rather too short; sure proof that he bites them regularly. If he removes his shirt you can catch a glimpse of a nasty burn-scar on his left hip.
The slightly-too-long, slack trousers Jycarl is wearing are a deep brown in colour, and there's a rather large hole in them just below the left knee. On his top half he wears a plain, unadorned white shirt that has a few old stains on it, and various badly-done stitches - his own work. The plainness of his attire is obvious in his shoes, too: they are simple, light boots; mostly for wearing indoors. If you look close enough you can notice that the right boot is tied with a brown lace and the left with a green thread.
He is a teenager of about 16.

Pyrene flicks her gaze around the lads (and laddette). "I'm unharmed, thank-you for the concern if not for the caution. Dare I ask who is in charge here?" she asks quietly, pacing into the group of people. Monty's sputtering flamer is given a look that is on the withering side, but there'll almost certainly be worse for the animate objects here.

Aries giggles loudly as Pyrene is nearly flamed, quickly covering his grin with his free hand. He's still excited about his success at two accurate hits. Regardless, he shoots again, bouncing slightly, causing his flame to hit a little too high up for the target.
Aries depresses the trigger on his Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower. Instantly, a *huge* flame erupts from the end of the wand.
There is an audible 'clack' from Aries's Aries' Handy Dandy Flame Thrower, and the flame disappears, leaving nothing but a lingering chemical smell.

Donis raises a sheepish hand, all his former (puffed-up) authority worn away. "I'm in charge, Weyrwoman…" he says rather quietly, giving a nod to the just-arrived Jycarl. Bad timing.

Monty sighs and flicks at the dial on his flamethrower. If he hit anything this Fall it would be an absolute miracle. He glanced up at Pyrene with a grin, "Bit singed, Weyrwoman?" He looks unaccountably delighted that she got a bit of a fright after that… Sands Duty. "Lemme try again, Donis… I think…" He frowned, "Well, either it's out of calibration, or I'm out of practice." He muttered under his breath.

Auryn doesn't look too concerned about Pyrene's health - probably because the Weyrwoman can't be mortally wounded if she has air to yell. "Not me," she does reply to the question - rather obviously, since she's struggling not to drop the heavy flamer, and would probably not be much use telling others how to use it. "Jycarl!" The newcomer is spotted, and she lights up.

Monty flicks the trigger on Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite). After a long breath, a gout of flame sizzles from the end of the wand. MmMm… flame.
HRW Flamer Target is hit by the flame!
With an audible 'clack' and 'clunk' from Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite), the flame from the wand flickers out and all that remains is bits of the HRW Flamer Target. Now Monty's all set for another target.

Jycarl enters looking a little curious (and apologetic), and notices two things at once: Pyrene, and Auryn. He pauses for a considerable amount of time before smiling.

Kibai smirks after the others of their little flaming group. The flamer's strap over his shoulder is shifted a little and then the boy reaches over for that mug of his that he brought over from the caverns. Of course, the mug is looking a little scorch blackened here and there, but hopefully that mulled cider hasn't been too singed. He takes a sip, squinting after Pyrene.

Lucan just points at Donis when the Weyrwoman asks who's in charge of this small group. Rather than run his mouth and tell what happened, he'll just lay low until he's spoken to. Or, if something /needed/ to be said.

Pyrene manages to look a little approving at Monty's success in hitting in the flame target, but this is negated rather by the clip round the ear that follows. "Learn a little respect, candidate," she informs him before swinging around to Donis. "Put the safety on the flamer, put it away and report to the firestone pits. I'll find you later. I /told/ Nuff you weren't responsible enough to Stand." That's all the attention he rates, as she turns on the others. "Anybody care to tell me what you're doing?"

Auryn sends Pyrene a blank stare, glad to not be in the line of fire. (No pun intented.) "We're practicing groundcrew," she answers, bordering on the verge of impolite by that obvious reply.

"But Pyrene, Weyrwoman," Donis says rather desperately. "I'm leading this training session. Some of my crew haven't used a flamer much before, and we're practising, and I need to be here to make sure they're up to scratch for Fall, later." He stands firm, rubbing his free hand over his short hair. "I'm really sorry about nearly hitting you, but it /was/ an accident. And a good learning experience."

Kibai takes another sip from his cider, sloshing the liquid around to stir up the dregs at the bottom of his cup. He finally sets it aside, shooting a glance at the gauge once more on his flamer. He keeps his peace for the meantime, seeing as the others seem more than happy to explain things. He'll just smile and nod here and there.

Monty shakes his head dizzily. Okay… that was a bit of a surprise there. He coughed slightly, his thumb poised dangerously over his trigger. But… for all his twitching… he's still delighted that he actually hit something. "Good gravey, Weyrwoman… What was that for?" Hey… don't mind him, was an idle question, "Bah… nevermind, I can proabably guess." He rubbed the side of his head and ducked. The whole ducking part being a bit impressive because of his rather immense height. "And we were just practicin'. Good thing, too, 'cuz I wasn't hittin' anything."
Monty examines a dial on his Monty's Ever Efficient Flame-thrower. (My favorite).

Aries giggles slightly, muffling it with a cough as he adds in his own comment. "Yeah, we gotta know how to do it to fight, right?" His answer is also slightly sarcastic, but in a way that doesn't really draw notice. Unless you're Pyrene and accustomed to all the brats of the weyr dispising you…

Lucan watches as Monty gets clipped round the ear and just cringes. Ow? Donis is also blinked at and then Pyrene is, too. "Groundcrew.." is repeated after Auryn speaks. The candidate grips the flamethrower firmly and checks the safety one more time. He's taking all the precautions to make sure /he/ doesn't flame somebody unexpectedly. Oy. That.. would be bad for him.

Not to mention bad for the flamed person.

Pyrene would snap at Auryn, but Donis steals her attention again. "Donis, I think you have just proved exactly why you shouldn't be in charge here. I remember your father giving me this very lesson and he would /never/ have let us get away with that kind of stunt, accidental or not. Now unless you want me to rip that knot off your shoulder right now, I suggest you leave quietly. As for the rest of you, I came to watch a disciplined class. If I don't see one, I'll provide the discipline myself. Is that clear? Kibai, would you like to try taking charge?"

Donis gulps, waves both his hands around vaguely - gives Pyrene a hard stare for the mention of his father - and leaves. With flamethrower. "See you guys later for Fall," he mutters as he goes.

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