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nysalogs2018-03-15 09:47 pm
baguablade) wrote in nysalogs2018-03-15 09:47 pm
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( closed ) it's a beautiful day
Who: Cain (baguablade) & Reinhardtzar (reinhardtzar)
What: Cain vs his most mortal of enemies, fishing
When: March 15th
Where: Outside Olympia
Warning(s): none
[ Sure, Cain had taken the books (many books. many, many books, way more books than Cain had thought possible on the subject of fishing) that Dylas had given him and dumped them on Reinhardtzar to read and summarize for him, and hadn't felt bad about it at all, because, well. Fishing. In theory, it was nice, he wasn't someone who'd say no to a nice bit of sushi or a well-done saute, but. Fishing. So he'd left that work to Reinhardtzar while he busied himself with other things, read the summaries that Reinhardtzar had, with a great deal of eyerolling, written for him — and wasn't that nice, a minion— er, subordinate, who actually listened to him without kicking him in the shins! — and gone on his way!
And that, Cain had thought, had been the end of the matter, at least until Dylas finally caught up with him. Which if he had his way, wasn't going to be any time soon.
So when Reinhardtzar showed up that morning with a picnic basket in hand and told Cain they were going somewhere for the day, Cain wasn't suspicious. They had a lot to talk about, with the riots and the tense political atmosphere in both cities. Plenty of news to share, and Reinhardtzar wanted to make a day out of it in the balmy spring weather, well, who was Cain to say no to that? There was a meadow just outside of Olympia that he was sure, when they were finished, was the perfect place for a nap...
Except they hadn't gone to that nice meadow. No, he'd followed Reinhardtzar through several meadows, and through a bunch of woods, and while he didn't mind the distance, what he does mind is his current predicament: breaking out of the trees to find, leaning up against some large, flat rocks at the edge of a stream, several fishing poles.
A pair of fishing poles, to be exact. And some tin cans, presumably full of bait, sitting menacingly next to them.
Cain stops dead in his tracks. Slowly, he turns his head to stare at Reinhardtzar with an accusing, narrow-eyed glare. ]
No.
[ All he says, and he says it flatly. He's been betrayed! This is treachery of the most floundering sort! ]
baguablade) & Reinhardtzar (reinhardtzar) What: Cain vs his most mortal of enemies, fishing
When: March 15th
Where: Outside Olympia
Warning(s): none
[ Sure, Cain had taken the books (many books. many, many books, way more books than Cain had thought possible on the subject of fishing) that Dylas had given him and dumped them on Reinhardtzar to read and summarize for him, and hadn't felt bad about it at all, because, well. Fishing. In theory, it was nice, he wasn't someone who'd say no to a nice bit of sushi or a well-done saute, but. Fishing. So he'd left that work to Reinhardtzar while he busied himself with other things, read the summaries that Reinhardtzar had, with a great deal of eyerolling, written for him — and wasn't that nice, a minion— er, subordinate, who actually listened to him without kicking him in the shins! — and gone on his way!
And that, Cain had thought, had been the end of the matter, at least until Dylas finally caught up with him. Which if he had his way, wasn't going to be any time soon.
So when Reinhardtzar showed up that morning with a picnic basket in hand and told Cain they were going somewhere for the day, Cain wasn't suspicious. They had a lot to talk about, with the riots and the tense political atmosphere in both cities. Plenty of news to share, and Reinhardtzar wanted to make a day out of it in the balmy spring weather, well, who was Cain to say no to that? There was a meadow just outside of Olympia that he was sure, when they were finished, was the perfect place for a nap...
Except they hadn't gone to that nice meadow. No, he'd followed Reinhardtzar through several meadows, and through a bunch of woods, and while he didn't mind the distance, what he does mind is his current predicament: breaking out of the trees to find, leaning up against some large, flat rocks at the edge of a stream, several fishing poles.
A pair of fishing poles, to be exact. And some tin cans, presumably full of bait, sitting menacingly next to them.
Cain stops dead in his tracks. Slowly, he turns his head to stare at Reinhardtzar with an accusing, narrow-eyed glare. ]
No.
[ All he says, and he says it flatly. He's been betrayed! This is treachery of the most floundering sort! ]
no subject
[ it's a simple answer and sentiment, really.
it's been hard to resist the urge to break into something of a grin along the way — but there's a quiet sense of contentedness to the way reinhardtzar carries himself, as if this was some sort of genius plot to overthrow the tyrannical ruler known as cain himself.
the tyrannical ruler of what, you may ask?
um.
his dignity?
anyhow, the exercise is needed, frankly. reinhardtzar picks up a fishing pole, only to toss it in cain's direction before taking one for himself. ]
Get into position — right on the docks. The best way to learn is through experience, Cain.
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Especially when Reinhardtzar looks so smug about the whole thing!
But Reinhardtzar has been reading all those books for him... and it would be nice to maybe spend a little time doing something with Reinhardt that doesn't involve political maneuvering and worrying about potential oncoming war.
Cain huffs out a long breath, his shoulders slumping. He trudges over to the dock and flops down onto the edge, letting his legs dangle over the side, the fishing rod held slackly in his hands. It's not the most enthusiastic start, but at least he's not curling up to try to ignore Reinhardtzar to sleep... ]
Why, exactly, am I learning to fish?
[ A little sulky, his words coming out on a sigh. ]
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[ it's said idly -- his parade will certainly not be rained on, not when it's the weather is so accommodating, and the fish are plentiful, and the spirit of a staunch fisher is flaring inside of him.
that's an overstatement, but it's a destresser, really.
reinhardtzar slaps cain on the back, as if to knock some energy to him. he then fiddles with his reel, an eye narrowing as he steps back and gauges his trajectory. ]
Now stand up and get moving, lest you want to stay here until sunset. These fish are going towards our dinner.
I'll start once you feel you're ready.
[ a beat. ]
Any moment now, Cain.
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Valuable to make me suffer.
[ He doesn't stand up. He's here, at the edge of the lake, fishing rod in hand. Isn't this good enough? Why does he have to be up on his feet and moving? Why can't they just go to a nice restaurant back in town instead of catching their dinner?
Slowly, he tilts his head back, looking at Reinhardtzar upside down. ]
Can't I do it sitting down, at least?
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[ it's thoughtful -- almost...melodic? teasing? reinhardtzar is affixed on his own pole. he's still prodding at his reel.
but cain asks that silly little question, and he gives him a curious, slight tilt of the head before smirking. ]
If I let you sit down, you'll be putting in half the effort you should be. Up and on your feet. Or else you owe me dinner.
[ a beat. ]
...That isn't a proposition. You aren't getting out of this one. [ suddenly, reinhardtzar reaches for one of the compact metal boxes he had brought with him. it's swung open. ]
Pick a lure.
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Cain keeps staring at Reinhardtzar for another moment, then finally turns enough to look at the box properly. He studies the insides, the brightly colored lures, regarding them as though they may bite.
And then he sighs and heaves a sigh. But he does at least clamber to his feet. ]
Ugh, fine. [ He fishes one out, garish green and blue, and grumbles: ] At least they're not worms.