Justifiable Homicide(Ph'yn, open)

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P'len burst into the common area that Ph'yn should have been. His fro was in disarray, his jaw clenched, gray eyes stormy, and his lip looked like it was about to start bleeding, with a bite mark on the lower lip, obviously self-inflicted. The Bronzerider was not pleased, and every inch of his six feet was feeling it.

As was the floor beneath his feet.

Pregnant. How had that happened? Well, it was obvious how it had happened, but that didn't make it any better. He was going to kill whatever man had dared lay a hand on her without his and Ph'yn's express permission.

Then, and only then, would he deal with her having a baby. After all of that, and after he and Ph'yn discussed it. If he could find that sharding brother of his.

"Brother of mine." He said loudly, hoping he was close to the common room. "Where are you?"

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Ph'yn yawned lazily as he looked over at his Bronze. Ganymeth slept soundly and well he should after that practice. He would wager that skinny cave brat was sleeping too but for some reason he couldn't nap right now. Little did he know his brother was about to come into the common room bursting with news. The tall dark boy walked out of the boy's sleeping area and towards the common room, just in time to here his brother's voice.

"P'len!" He said loudly back and enthusiastically. His face began to lose its smile as he saw the expression on his older brother's face. Ph'yn probably should have waited for him to blurt it out, whatever it was that was wrong but he had never been the patient sort. "Well? What is it??!" Ph'yn didn't think it was good whatever it was.

Hopefully it wasn't his brother's dragon, Nargoth. They had been fortunate to both impress, and Bronzes at that. It would be horrible if something was wrong with one of them. Maybe grandfather had been boasting again. Arrogance was okay to a certain degree but the way he went around telling everyone else what to do, well, Ph'yn was never going to like him. Whatever this was, it must be serious.

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"She's pregnant!" P'len hissed, his usually calm voice sparking with anger. Clenching his fists tightly, P'len bit down on his lip again, obviously trying to bring himself back under control. Nargoth was poking around P'len mental defenses, trying to figure out what was making his Rider so upset. P'len's mental defenses wouldn't let his dragon in. He didn't want to expose his dragon to all the anger he was feeling.

Of course, now he had to say who was pregnant. Taking unclenching his jaw, he released his lip(which was now bleeding sluggishly) and tried to speak in a calm, relaxed way.

"Faloa's gone and gotten herself pregnant. With V’ger's child." P'len enunciated each word carefully. Especially V'ger's name. That knave. How dare V'ger, of all people, get involved with Faloa?

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"Who is? Not that girl from a month ago...I thought you would have had the sense to take her Between."Ph'yn said, then realized his brother wouldn't be that angry abotu having a child. In fact he imagined he'd be the other way around. Ph'yn wasn't really sure he'd care either way. Nothing could be as precious to him as Ganymeth.

The younger of them watched as his brother seemed to ease up a little. It was apparent that he was stressed about something. What could possibly have happened to get this sort of reaction from P'len. Ph'yn was the one who usually did that sort of thing. When the words sunk in, Ph'yn's face went a little pale. What the heck?

"She's WHAT???!!" Ph'yn burst out, both happy to be an uncle and peeved that she would let herself be taken by such a low man. "Faloa should never have been involved with that V'ger anyway. Why don't we show him how much we appreciate him, screwing with our sister?" He was serious, sooo serious. Ph'yn was never one to think of the consequences. This all made so much sense, get rid of the problem. The problem was V'ger.

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P'len's sense of rationality had faded quite a bit ago. The idea that Faloa would have anything to do with that nasty, dirty, vile brownrider, for whom a Tunnelsnake was a step up from. This was a man bullied women(though not openly), who was lazy, and spent too much time drinking. What Faloa saw in him was a mystery to P'len, and it wasn't one he wanted to spent much time solving.

"I would love to inform V'ger exactly what I think of him." P'len said with a smile that as few yards short of sane. Maybe even a few meters.

"Why don't we go brother." P'len said, giving Ph'yn a bow, and gesturing towards the door of the common area. Rigid structure, and P'len's fun way of forcing himself to exceedingly polite when angry snapped in, and he was looking forward to beating the lying tunnelsnake into a paste.

When he thought of how horrifying it was to step into the rooms his mother and sister were often in, and realize that Faloa hadn't been gaining weight; that she was pregnant, and with V'ger. Well, the Brownrider was dead. That was the way it had to be.

He was glad his brother agreed.

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Ph'yn was halfway to the door by the time his brother said they should go. He wasn't going to waste too much of his time on V'ger, though enough to make sure he knew that Faloa was far beyond his reach. Ph'yn didn't know what Faloa felt about all this, and quite frankly he didn't care. She was his family, not V'ger's and he had an obligation to protect her. Especially from brownriding low lifes!

Without a moment of hesitation Ph'yn walked out of the barracks. Ganymeth was still sleeping soundly, thankfulyl or Ph'yn would have to really watch what he was thinking. "One quick question. Where would a low life, like V'ger be this time of day?"

His first guess would be in his weyr with some other woman. Oh that would make his blood boil! If that man was going to be sleepign with his sister, he better have a plan for a life with her. If Ph'yn found out he had been using Faloa, then he'd be more angry than he already was. In fact he might just be worse than P'len.

He was glad that P'len had come to him first. Ph'yn needed to get this off of his chest... all this anger he was feeling. He'd hate to find out after P'len had dispatched the fiend!

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"If he were in a better Wing, I'd say drills. However, he is not." P'len announced with distaste, as he strode along with his brother. "However, I would assume he is either around the lake, or in the Weyrhall. He seems the type to do either."

And by that, P'len meant that he figured V'ger would either be out showing off with his dragon, or flirting with women in the 'hall. P'len didn't have high expectations for this Brownrider, and who would blame him?

V'ger's reputation meant most girls stayed away from him, his wing only tolerated him, and Greenriders did their best to bar him from their Flights. How Faloa had managed to completely forget these things, and stay with the man long enough to conceive a baby, when she'd managed twenty five turns of not having a baby was more than appalling. So, he'd deal with it.

Fade to black, fade back into the afterwards of beating up V'ger?

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Ph'yn was not smiling, nor was he frowning. His face was grim. The youth didn't look at his brother or down at his now bloody knuckles. He hadn't struck first but he had finished. When P'len pulled him off of V'ger, the man was bleeding profusely. He wasn't himself at that point.

Ganymeth was disturbed even in his sleep by his rider's rage. The Bronze, was a solid dragon and understood that his rider was a bit moody. The dragon had not experience such strong dislike yet and found it disturbed him that his rider could get that upset.

Ph'yn was walking towards their sister's rooms. If that man so much as said a word to her, they would beat him to a pulp again. The younger of the brothers, Ph'yn was much more driven by his emotions and much more likely to fly off the handle. He hadn't for one second thought his sister would not like that they had beat the other man up. They were sending a message that surely, she would appreciate.