Mess Hall Tiro and Iduneus rp lacks an original title{Open}

Meal times were usually pretty boring.

Thalia was one for excitement and the like, but a spunky and spontaneous troublemaker like herself needed lots and lots of energy. She was currently stuffing herself--on her third or fourth plate. It wasn't like she was keeping track. Why bother? She'd just stop when she was full.

Shovelling in another mouthful, she glanced around. No one interesting, really. There were some people she'd run into trouble with recently, but there were always some people she'd run into trouble with. She never stopped running into trouble, so there'd always be victims and people intent on capturing her and making her pay for her wrongdoing.

What wrongdoing? she asked herself innocently, swallowing the mouthful and stuffing another into her mouth. Sometimes people were relieved to be around her at meal times, as they thought that the food in her mouth would make her stop talking so much.

They were wrong.

Today, however, she had no one to talk to. She was rolling solo, just because. An impulse had made the decision for her, and she was definitely one to give in to her impulses. Most considered it a fault, but she didn't care what most considered it.

She gave the mess hall another sweeping gaze. No one particularly interesting, but some girl around her age had her nose buried in a book. Not so much intrigued as bored, she swallowed her current mouthful and shoved in another, keeping her eyes on the girl to see what she was reading when she moved.

However, this other Tiro instead glanced up, and, finding Thalia staring at her, began to stare back. Almost aggressively.

Thalia raised a brow, somehow managing to convey her sass with a quick toss of her head. The book was about Carvaran anatomy, apparently, but that was no longer of interest. After all, Thalia seemed to have a challenge on her hands.

Swallowing the last of her food, she stood and walked over (completely "forgetting" to put away her food), standing with feet firmly planted and arms crossed. A sweet smile was on her lips, but that somehow didn't manage to entirely cover up her intrinsic mischief.

"Can I help you?"

The other Tiro did not seem too pleased with Thalia's interruption. Of course, no one ever really was pleased with Thalia's interruptions, but that never stopped her.

"Not at all, thank you." 

Playing it cool, are we? I see how this is going to go. Her stance was already set and her arms already crossed, or else she would have done so. Instead, her chin tilted upwards in a way that seemed to indicate she was prepared and confident, ready to face what was about to be thrown towards her.

"I was just...err..."

One eyebrow slowly arched. This Tiro's 'cool' overture had flopped, not even that far in. Evidently she was not a prepared liar, or particularly good at hiding the fact. Thalia was proud to say that she was either prepared enough or good enough at hiding her unpreparedness to always look smooth in the face of discovery or detection. Practice makes perfect, after all.

"Your hair. Most Drakonrhedi don't grow it that long. It's a beautiful colour, too."

The other eyebrow raised, and Thalia took a moment to ponder, tossing her apparently luscious hair behind her shoulder. "Thank you," she drawled. "I do love me hair."

Thalia paused, perhaps allowing the other Tiro to believe that her lie had not been seen through. Hah, sucker.

"Not bad on your part, either. Took you a bit to recover, but you were quicker'n most." She shrugged. "Probably just need more practice, and you probably don't get enough." The Tiro looked fairly mundane, after all--too bookish to run gambits like Thalia did.

"'Course, you could be fooling me," she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "But that'd be a bit of hardcore cold calculation one normally doesn't find when randomly talking to people."

Thalia gave another shrug. It wasn't like she really cared anyway. 

"Thalia Forsdottir, not really at your service. Who is the lovely lady I'm speaking to?"

Those who were knowledgeable about the Drakonrhedi leadership would realize that her last name was the same as Vetr Freya Forsdottir--and, in fact, they were siblings. Quite dissimilar relations, but they loved each other well enough.

There was a pause after Thalia spoke of lies that told her Arnleif had been doing just as she expected. And, in similar form, had been unable to cover up the fact that she was startled at Thalia's reveal. Such things often happened, and it meant that currently she had the upper hand in the conversation, having shown herself rather adept at uncovering lies.

A small smirk turned her lips up. This would be fun, at least. She could mess around a bit--no one that she'd pissed off today seemed to be present extremely close to her in the mess hall currently, at the least. That was always nice. Some time to relax before going back to watching herself around people lest they get her in trouble for things that she'd probably done but wasn't about to admit to.

After the Tiro had recovered herself, she introduced herself.

"I'm Arnleif. I'm Vetr Vyrrson's apprentice. One of them, anyway."

It looked like Arnleif was attempting to be cool again. She wasn't about to fool Thalia, but she did seem bookish--certainly not stupid in all regards. Thalia'd let the lying slide for now, see what happened.

Thalia raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Mm. Lucky. Vyrrson's a great guy. Weird, but hilarious." She glanced around, and found that no one was glowering at her for dropping his title, much to her glee. "If I was his apprentice, I'd have a much easier job of figuring out where he keeps the ammo caches. But my mentor's pretty great." And by 'great' she meant 'prone to trouble.'

"Where are you from? I'm Armfastrung. Lived all over the place."

"That must've been fun. I stayed in one place for most of my upbringing, which was also nice because I learned all the best escape routes." Thalia grinned like a cat and nodded. 

"I'm Hrafnung. Forsdottir. Might've heard of 'em--my sis is a Vetr, but she's boring-er. What can you do, though. Gotta love her."

She raised an eyebrow at the Tiro. "You have any siblings, or are you an only child?"

"Hmm, are you from Midgardborg?"

Thalia nodded. "Yeah, although I did some travelling and all that."

"As for siblings; I have none. That's no so bad, though. At least I don't feel like I have to be better than anyone in particular."

She wasn't about to admit it, but she'd missed her sister when she'd gone off to join the Drakonrhedi. A lot. But Freya wasn't about to know that, and neither were her parents. She'd joined the Drakonrhedi because she wanted to, and that was true. Thalia did what she wanted, no one could doubt that. 

She gave a little shrug. "I don't really feel the need to beat Freya. I mean, she's my sis and all. But I know I'll never be a Vetr, and I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm better'n her at some things, and she's better at others."

Of course, Thalia occasionally wished she could use Vetr powers to access things like the ammo caches or more cake. But those, while slightly frequent, weren't anything compared to how she normally felt, which was that she was perfectly fine with this set up. She wouldn't want the responsibilities of a Vetr, anyway. They never had any time to have any fun.

Well, besides Vetr Cedric. No one knew if that man had fun or how. Thalia figured he did.

Speaking of...

"Say, happen to know where your mentor is right now?" she inquired. She'd been itching to take a look in some places she knew the Vetr watched closely, but if he was off somewhere else, well...

While the cat's away, the mice will play.

She was fairly certain that the Vetr was out on patrol or something. But she'd like a little confirmation before she ran off to cause trouble. Cedric punished harshly when he caught you: mostly because Thalia theorized he thought he shouldn't be able to catch you. But it was extremely hard to escape the Vetr.

Challenges were her friend, though.

"There's a few things I'd like to take a look at. You can come."

It'd be nice to have a scapegoat.