Mers vs. GassabiasGassabias glares about at the drudge-infested kitchen "What is this? Need to get Drudges to help you run the place because you can't handle it on your own eh?" Clarre ducks her head more, taking her cue from her mentor. Her face is a study of annoyance, confusion and fear. How dare someone call her a drudge! Kaetetrini's cheeks turn a bright red, "This is /one/ of my apprentices," she tells him, "Clarre, and this is Nolly." She hasn't seen Tylan behind her, her eyes are glued on the BakerMaster. "Goldean and I are doing just fine, Master, how are you liking your rest?" Clarre keeps her head down, not daring to show her face. Nolly's never been one to head-down-blush. She'll do her blushing in plain view. Watching quite openly, brown eyes curious. Tylan just stays back, watching the proceedings. Gassabias snorts as he surveys the kitchen, finding fault in it in his eyes wherever he looks "Apprentices for apprentices, what is this world coming to?" scowling he forces the words out, almost guttural sounding. "This place is a porcine sty." Clarre growls slightly, and Maja echoes it. I /cleaned/ that kitchen not a candlemark ago! she thinks indignantly, and forgets to keep her head down. Tylan blinks at that comment. The barb hit home, as Trini's eyes sting with wetness. She worked hard for her journeywoman knot...."Journeyman Goldean and I have everything in order, Master Sabias," she says as calmly as she can, "The kitchen is clean." Her hands wring her skirt in front of her, but she manages to keep her head up, her mouth in an almost pouty position. Clarre drops Maja. Maja prowls around Gassabias's feet, growling deep in her throat. Clarre looks desperately at her feline, then at the Master. Then winces and dives for her kitty. Tylan watches 'Trini's reaction and hopes she's not getting too worked up. Gassabias scowls down at the feline and pushes it aside with his foot not even caring that the girl is diving for it. "Pets in a kitchen? People on the floor? That is not what I call a clean kitchen." Clarre misses her feline and lands heavily, scraping her nose. She looks up at the Master angrily. "Maja's clean," she notices his scowl. "M-Master G-ga-gassabias." Tylan watches Clarre on the floor, and winces. This isn't right. Clarre scrabbles wildly to reassure herself that her precious feline is okay, then grabs her, holding her tightly. Clarre picks up Maja. Nolly blinks. And scrambles out. With her tubers. Kaetetrini glances down at Clarre and then back at Master Gassabias, "The kitchen is clean," she asserts again, her voice is shaking now, but her body isn't. She hasn't shed any tears, and her hands wring her skirt in front of her. "The feline is clean," she asserts slowly, "Journeyman Goldean and I have been keeping the kitchen clean and the people well fed." She can't think of anything else to say. Clarre gets up, dusting herself off and rubbing her nose. The tip of it has a small bead of blood on it, which is dabbed away with a square of clean cloth. Broadway slips in from ::between:: with a chittergiggle! Kaetetrini looks down at Clarre, the color draining from her face, that horrible old man made her apprentice bleed! Merlenn arrives from the doors of the Dining Hall. Merlenn walks swiftly in then shouts, "Trini, I need some klah," not seeming to notice the other people or if nothing else not care they're there, so stands in the doorway hand out waiting for the mug to be put into it. Clarre rubs her elbow, which also have superficial scrapes on them. "Well, at least I'm not going to have to worry about infection. Those floors are as clean as I could get them after I made that stew." she murmurs, dabbing at them. Gassabias stalks out not even deeming their comments worthy of a reply, heading towards the store rooms he looks at everything he passes, Sticking his head down the store room he comes back up with a roar. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FISH!!" Tylan goes over to Clarre and whispers something to her. Clarre nods to Tylan. "'M fine. Just some scrapes." Tylan looks instantly to Merlenn, blinking. This place is getting mighty crazy, he thinks to himself. Kaetetrini doesn't move at her mother's request, and flinches when Sabias roars. She can't stand it anymore, and the tears begin to flow down her face, "They had gone bad..." she manages to get out, taking a step away from him. Merlenn does however hear that shout and shakes her head before glancing towards Trini, "do get that noisy cook to shut up won't you dear?" she asks then reminds, "Trini, my Klah," her hand still held out. Tylan looks back to 'Trini as he hears her speak. His neck's gonna be sore tomorrow, that's for sure. He looks to Merlenn and thinks for a sec Kaetetrini doesn't move, she merely looks at her mother's outstretched hand, her face still in a half-wince, tears coming down her cheeks. Clarre runs over to the klah hearth, grabs a mug and dishes out some klah. Running back over to Merlenn, she trips on a loose flagstone, falling heavily. She picks herself up, examining herself while crying softly. Tylan walks over and gets a clean mug, fills it with klah, and asks Merlenn, "Anything in that, m'lady?" Kaetetrini sees Clarre fall, and snaps out of her reverie, "Clarre," she says gently, going to the girl, putting her hands on her shoulders, "are you alright?" Her voice is very quiet. Gassabias doesn't notice Merlenn yet, just the fact that his fish is gone. "MY SMOKED FISH WENT BAD? NEVER!" Clarre sobs softly, then turns her wrist slightly, displaying a gash from the pottery of the mug. It's bleeding, but she hauls out her handkerchief and lays it over her wound. Kaetetrini's body actually jumps at the yell, and a sob escapes her, she isn't used to be being addressed in such a harsh manner, for /anything/. She manages to get Clarre up, and turns around, a pleading look on her face, "I swear the fish had gone bad, Master Sabias!" Merlenn shakes her head, "no klah is meant to be drank black," she retorts sounding bit rude as she takes the klah from Tylan and continues to shake her had, what's Pern coming to? People thinking klah shouldn't be drunk black and falling everywhere. Oy and that noise, what's a woman to do? Mers walks in front of Gass and shouts, "BY FARANTH SHUT UP," then as if to add insult turns to Trini, "Trini dear what on Pern is going on here?" Kaetetrini looks at her mother, her face all red, her eyes beginning to turn turquoise from her tears. She holds up her hands defenselessly, "I swear the fish went off, Merlenn." Clarre begins to sob harder as she's hauled to her feet. Her nose has another bead of blood on it, although it is rapidly being mixed with the salt of tears. She staggers over to the hearth, intent on getting another mug of klah for Merlenn. Gassabias snorts as he finally notices Merlenn "Well that just shows you how well you can run a kitchen. I will speak when I wish, I am master of this kitchen not those bumbling apprentices. And I will get this kitchen back into shape." Tylan blinks and looks at his hand. Wow, where'd the klah go? He looks over at 'Trini, not really wanting to say anything. This is really getting crazy though. Merlenn takes a large gulp of the klah glancing over her shoulder, "do keep your mouth shut whoever you are," she says to Gassabias before turning back to Trini, "oy not the fish Trini, don't we have any more?" Mers does love her fish. Clarre seems unaware that Tylan's already given Merlenn her klah, and goes about getting another mug, wincing every time she jars the gash on her arm. Kaetetrini lets out a hurt sob, "I'm a /journeywoman/!" She sniffs, "we have loads of fish, Mers! We get fish every day!" The tears still fall, but her hands are clenched at her sides. Tylan walks over to intercept Clarre, whispering to her again. Clarre, still crying, brings a mug of black klah over to Merlenn, jerking her arm out of Tylan's hands. She offers the mug to Merlenn, other arm down at her side, trying to hide the gash. Merlenn raises an eyebrow as Clarre gives her another mug of Klah, now what to do with that? She rolls her eyes, "of course yer a journeywoman dear anyone with the tiniest bit of a brain knows that," she shakes her head, "now dear you've got to stop these hysterics or I'll never get you married off," she says as she peers down at the second mug of klah she holds. Gassabias reaches under the table for his trusty cleaver, finding it missing he turns the table over, sending whatever had been on it flying. "I am not to be insulted in my own kitchen. I will do what I please when I please and I will have none of your meddling. This daughter of yours, if that is what she is got rid of my fish and now I shall have to make more." Tylan walks back to where Clarre has now taken up position, whispering to her yet again. Kaetetrini begins to pant as she tries to be obedient, but then lets out a creel as the table is overturns, "Noooo," she holds her hands up to her face, and begins to sob in earnest. Tylan looks to 'Trini, and pst's. "'Trini" he says, just whispering loudly, hoping not to be noticed by anyone except her. Merlenn sighs and turns back towards Gassabias, "didn't I tell you to shut up?" she asks him then realizes she's found a use for the second mug of klah and dumps it on his head, "there now that's better, be a good lad and good clean yerself off in the baths so terribly sorry what an accident," she says talking down to him especially since it was quite obviously no accident. Clarre hides her arm. *sniff*. "I'm okay... lemme alone." she says, sniffing back tears. Tylan looks back to Clarre for a moment, and nods, whispering one final time. Kaetetrini looks at the table and then Gassabias and back down to the table, her face very red, and very wet, and contorted into an ugly twist, as she sobs, everything is all over the place, and Sabias is covered in klah, and Goldean is asleep. Tylan then looks back to 'Trini, pst'ing again. Clarre glares at Tylan. "I'm not going to leave 'Trini!" she announces, still letting her injured arm fall behind her back. Tylan blinks as he hears Clarre's voice, and turns his head back to her, just nodding slowly. Clarre flops down on a bench, sulkily nursing her arm, which has stained the fabric covering it a bright crimson red. Gassabias pushes the downed table towards that impertinent woman "I would suggest you take your daughter and her drudges out of my kitchen." reaching down he picks up a stray kitchen utensil, a decent sized frying pan. "Now all of you out of my kitchen." Tylan thinks for a second and slowly walks over to 'Trini, putting a hand on her shoulder, gently. Clarre bounces back up at the insult. "I'm /not/ a /drudge/! And you're a nasty old man, even /if/ you are a master!" she shrieks. Perhaps the pain has made her unaware of what's she's risking. Merlenn glances at Gass then turns to Trini, "do find your mother a nice large knife or two, or if you can't find one I s'pose a large pot would do though I certainly want one larger then his small frying pan then," she asks her temper flaring way way way out of hand. Tylan blinks at Mer's words. Clarre offers Merlenn her small-concealed wrist knife. Kaetetrini stares at all the people as they talk, her mother wants a knife or a pot, and her apprentice has just yelled at her Master? She feels a hand on her shoulder and silently turns it's owner, her face full of dread, she doesn't see Clarre's gesture to her mother. Tylan just nods slowly to 'Trini, looking into her frightened eyes, and quietly just says "shh." Roan blinks in from between, his eyes swirling an angry red, who has upset his humanpet? He dives at Gassabias as he lands, not able to stay airborne for very long, and hisses loudly. Clarre stares at the woman. "Take it." she urges. Her arm is excruciatingly painful, but her expression is deadpan. That knife had saved her life when she was on her own, more than once. Tylan watches the exchange between Merlenn and Clarre, then to Gassabias, he's appalled at what this has turned into. Merlenn takes the knife from Clarre and holds it at her side so Gassabias can't see it too well, she may be getting on in years and likely shorter then all in the room but she does know how to use it. Kaetetrini hears Clarre's 'take it' and looks toward her mother. Seeing a knife in her hand, she gasps and makes a dive for Gassabias, "No!" she cries, literally flying across the kitchen, and ramming into the old man. Gassabias kicks his foot out at a pot on the floor aiming to send it towards Merlenn. Bum leg miscalculating the kick hits the solid downed table, with a growl almost sounding like a yelp he continues forward with his pan. Clarre moves away, still without expression. Her arm begins to throb, and she hastily sits down on a nearby bench before she passes out. Kaetetrini gets all twisted up in Gassabias' fall, trying to hold him up and get him out of the way at the same time, her hands shaking from fear, and her eyesight none too good from her crying. "Mother!" she cries, because she really doesn't know what to else to say, as she falls on top of the old man. Clarre sees red begin to eat away at the edges of her vision. She shakes her head, hoping to dispel it. The redness grows... Merlenn blinks as she'd just been getting ready to make a move as Gass falling, sighing she shakes her head, "Trini do get off of that man I certainly would never approve of you and him," she says quite audibly for all. Gassabias pushes Trini off of him and uses the Table to get back to his feet. Barely able to put pressure on his bum leg he still stubbornly advances towards Merlenn Tylan blinks, and steps back from the commotion, then notices what Merlenn says to 'Trini. He walks over to her rather quickly and takes her hands, pulling her up. Kaetetrini falls away from Gassabias, but manages to get to her knees. "No!" she cries, but Tylan has her and his pulling her up, and she doesn't seem to have the strength to pull away. She just watches the old man advance on her mother in horror. Tylan pulls 'Trini back and holds on to her, not letting her go anywhere. Clarre watches in interest as her vision goes totally red, then fades to black. She slumps down sideways on the bench, then falls hard onto the floor. Unconsciousness overcomes her. Maja mews softly, nudging the still form of her mistress. Why doesn't she get up? Tylan hears a thud and sees Clarre slumped over on the floor. He lets go of 'Trini and gets to Clarre, stooping down to take a look at her arm. He takes the handkerchief off of it and grimaces. Doing the only thing he can think of, he takes off his shirt as quickly as he can, wrapping it about the wound and tying it in a knot. Merlenn stands ready moving hand with knife in front of her now and crouching down bending her knees prepared for anything. Maja hisses softly at the man. Leave her alone! Kaetetrini, finally free of Tylan, makes another dive for Gassabias, with another, "NO!" crying from her lungs. She dives at him, her skirt and curls flying! Tylan picks up Clarre and moves her to a corner of the room, she'll be all right there for awhile. He looks back just in time to see 'Trini making another dive. Oh jeez, not again... Clarre is limp, a rag doll in Tylan's arms. Roan lets out a might roar as he sees his humanpet attempting to imitate a firelizard. He stands on his haunches and extends his wing to it fullest, throwing his head back and screaming, before making a similar dive for Sabias! Gassabias tries to duck the firelizard and gets clipped by Trini on his hurt leg, sending him down in a crumple he lands hard on his already hurt leg. Tylan just watches for a few moments, looking at Clarre one last time, she's not going anywhere. He looks to 'Trini. Merlenn simply watches Gassy go down and sighs, no one here can stand up and have a good fight apparently, what a shame, she peers at the knife admiring it, not a bad bit of blade if rather small. Kaetetrini lets out an "ahh," as she is kicked in the head by a falling Baker Master, but she manages to wrap her arms around his good leg as he falls. She bottom half wiggles as she tries to get to her knees and remain clung to Gassabias. Kliara steps into the Kitchen from the Kitchen Courtyard. Kliara slips inside the door and looks around at the gathering of people. "Was a healer summoned?" she asks, dismissing a messenger as she asks. Kaetetrini wiggles her way onto Master Sabias, so she is sitting on him, her face still all red, her clothes half coming off, and her kitchen a disaster! Merlenn shakes her head and gestures towards Clarre, "she needs a healer," she says ignoring gassy for the moment as her daughter's sitting on him anyhow so he's not going anywhere even if he could. Tylan blinks as he watches 'Trini, he stands up and walks quickly back over to her, pulling her back up, yet again. He looks into her eyes and shakes his head slowly. Tylan holds onto her again, just like before, she's not going anywhere this time, either. Kliara blinks and then asks softly "May I ask what happened in here?" She looks towards Clarre and also around the group. "What are the injuries?" she asks though she does see blood on Clarre. Gassabias tries to push Trini off him his crumpled leg beneath him. "GET OFF ME" he finally bellows in pain and anger. Kaetetrini wiggles as Tylan tries to life her, can't he see that she's trying to keep the man /down/! "Let me be!" she cries, tears starting to fall again in heaving sobs. Sabias could prolly throw her off of him if he wanted to, but Tylan has a pretty good hold on her, and she cannot go anywhere, even back down on the Baker Master. Tylan holds onto 'Trini, and continues to look at her, shaking his head slowly once again, he mouths a 'no'. Kliara moves over towards Clarre quickly assessing the gash on her arm and shakes her head. "You need the infirmary and quickly." she says softly, setting a bag on the table and then first washing her hands and then digging into the bag for a bottle of redwort which she scrubs into her hands. Finally, she takes a hold of Clarre's arm, finding a pressure point and pushing with a fair amount of force to control the bleeding. Tylan starts and looks at Kliara, "She cut her arm fairly badly," he motions to his missing shirt, "I did the best I could." Kaetetrini looks up in to Tylan's eyes, silent for a split second, before she bursts into fresh sobs. She lowers her head onto Tylan's bare chest, and proceeds to soak him, her body heaving with her cries. Kliara nods as she holds the pressure point tightly. "Remove the shirt so I can see the wound, please?" she asks softly to him. Gassabias tries to struggle to his feet again but his leg is just in too much pain and he is to far from any support, so he begins to drag himself towards the downed table to use that to get up again. Clarre's muscles are limp, unresisting. Tylan shakes his head. What's he supposed to do now? He lets go of 'Trini slowly, leaving her just long enough to take his bloodied shirt off of Clarre's arm. He leaves it next to her, then comes back to 'Trini and wraps his arms around her. Kliara looks up and stares Gassabias down, "You stay still until I say you can move, do you understand?" she demands, holding onto the pressure point. Frowning she studies the wound, not happy with accidents or unaccidents. "Do any of you know where the infirmary is?" she asks seriously. "I need more supplies than I have at this time." Merlenn stays off to the side quietly watching all and mutters, "least he'll have to keep away from Trini's kitchen awhile." Kaetetrini continues to sob in Tylan's chest, and she points down to the storeroom, "Y--y--y'c-cn get s'm stuff d-d-d-down ther...." Her face is pressed against his chest, and her body moves up and down with each word. Tylan interprets what 'Trini is stuttering over, while rubbing her back lightly, trying to calm her down a bit, "Try down in the storeroom. Or would you like me to go and get you something?" Gassabias pulls himself all the way to the table and pushes himself up on his good leg, his other leg looking quite distinctly odd, even stranger than before. "I don't need to follow anyone else's orders in my kitchen." he thumps his chest for emphasis nearly knocking himself over. Merlenn chuckles to herself then openly laughs as she watches Gass, mad? naw just Mers. Kliara digs into her bag and finds some clean gauze which she uses to clean the gash after pouring redwort on it as well. Looking up she fixes Gassabias with a cold hard stare. "I said don't move. Shards," she mutters, "I wish I had a master here." Letting go of the arm for a moment, she finds numbweed and a needlethorn and her thread. Maja hisses vehemently at Gassabias. How dare he yell when her mistress is ill?" Tylan continues to rub 'Trini's back and look at Kliara, waiting for an answer. Kliara quickly thread the needlethorn and liberally spreads numbweed near but not on the wound. "I'll take care of this first, then we'll see." she says more softly, watching the gash for signs of heavier bleeding. Gassabias tries to take a kick at the cat with his hurt leg of course, it being the one that is not being used to support his weight. Missing by a mile he kicks another pan and lets out a bellow of pain as his leg shifts and grates the bone. Tylan nods, then turns back to 'Trini, whispering. Merlenn simply laughs louder as she hears Gass's bellow then goes up to him standing only a few feet in front of him, "now ye'll know better then to bother my Trini, we certainly don't want the likes of you in my Tillek," yup prideful very much so. Clarre also has some minor abrasions on her knees and elbows, causing minor pain. Her head throbs, which slowly brings her back to consciousness. Her eyes flutter, and she moans slightly. Gassabias tries to take a step forward towards Merlenn, his leg crumpling under him at the first step. Kaetetrini continues to cry on Tylan's chest, which is now thoroughly sopping, just like her face and the collar of her shirt. The kitchen in a shambles, her apprentice in unconscious, her mother tried to kill her Master and her Master tried to kill her mother! She looks up at Tylan as he whispers to her and then turns to see her mother standing over Sabias. "Stay still, you stupid old man!" she cries to him seeing him crumple again, she starts her sobbing all over, laying her cheek against Tylan. Merlenn just shakes her head as she stares at Gass a large grin upon her face as she watches the leg crumple. Maja lounges insolently up to the angry man, growling. Kliara starts to sew up the gash, then looks up, furious at the ruckus. "You, mister, get off that leg now. Lie down on the floor and don't move. Anybody else hurt?" she asks staring at each one in turn and then says quite angrily. "Anybody not hurt stand out of the way. I don't need this kind of ruckus or I'll send a messenger for the guards. Understand? " she asks as she returns to sewing up the wound on the arm with tiny stitches. Tylan moves slowly, pulling 'Trini over to the side of the kitchen with him. He puts a hand on the back of her head as she puts her face against his chest yet again. Being spoken to in such a manner by yet another person sends Trini truly over the edge. She lets out a proper scream against Tylan's chest, and begins to heave again, oblivious to the world around her, save her tears and the warm, wet chest under her cheek. Clarre comes around, head throbbing, arm numb. Hearing the last words, she mumbles. "No, I'll leave... Don' wan' any trouble... no guards, I'll be fine on m'own." The words are spoken in a thick Lemosian accent. Merlenn stands where she is simply ignoring the healer as she smirks at the master baker, what her listen? She wouldn't listen to anyone so isn't moving certainly not. Tylan rubs 'Trini's back slowly, with his fingertips, whispering to her all the while. Kliara studies her work as she sews, oblivious to the ruckus around her. Looking down at her patient she says softly "No you lay still. You've been hurt and I'm fixing it. Be glad a healer was near or you would have bled to death." Fixing the last of the stitches, she cleans the whole would again with clean gauze covered with redwort. Not liking the size of the gash, she covers it with clean gauze for the moment and secures it. Standing up, she looks down at the girl "You stay still until I say you can move, all right?" she asks, watching to make sure the girl understands, for if she doesn't she'll get someone else in this mess of a room to make sure she doesn't move. Gassabias stays put this time, being in too much pain to move now. Clarre moans softly as she realizes what's happened... not again... she gives an experimental twitch to her legs, checking on their readiness to run, if need be. They're sore, but they'll carry her. Kliara moves over to Merlenn and takes a hold of her arm, gently, but firmly, needing to get her attention. "Please sit with her? I don't' want her to move at all, Please?" Tylan starts to pull at 'Trini rather softly, slowly moving out of the kitchen. There's nothing more for her there. Clarre looks cautiously at Merlenn out of the corner of her eye. She can elude her, but Merlenn has her knife... Merlenn raises an eyebrow glancing towards Clarre seeming to notice her for the first time, "you aren't moving anywhere are you?" she asks in a voice that commands nothing but agreement from anyone. Kaetetrini allows herself to be edged out of the kitchen, still crying and still seemingly oblivious to the healer, her mother, her apprentice and the Baker master. Clarre gives no notice of what has been said. She calculates the time needed to get on her feet and escape. Tylan slowly slide out of the kitchen, 'Trini in tow. Kliara studies the situation and says to all of them "I want an explanation before anybody leaves this room. I don't care who you are, I need an explanation. And I need to know who else is hurt besides this man." she points to the angry man on the floor who fortunately for him didn't move. Tylan leaves for the Kitchens' Courtyard. Kaetetrini leaves for the Kitchens' Courtyard. Merlenn leaves for the Kitchens' Courtyard.
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