One - Well Honed Thought

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marvisa
When: Er, nowish.

[When the communication device is turned on, you are greeted with a scarred, bearded face that has seen better days, topped with golden curls mixed with black, and mis-matched eyes besides. Despite this rather ... interesting visage, the eyes are mixed with some sort of dark humor and his mouth is crooked with a flat sort of smile. The voice, however, ah, flows like honey.]

Good day, my fellow travelers. I apologize for my ... current state of less than noble stature, but I assure you that a wash and a shave will do no one any favors. I find myself at more of a loss over silken robes onto what ... precisely I am doing here. I have some knowledge - I am on something called a space ship, I am to be an engineer for such a vehicle but ... not entirely sure where, and I am here to entertain people. And before I forget my manners further I am Tyrion Lannister. If that name means anything to you, knowing that I have been thrown into such a role probably amuses you, so I appear to be ahead on my designated purpose on this show.

For the rest of you, I have two questions. One ... is it to be considered amusing when my lack of practical application in managing such a metal beast sends us crashing into some other spacial object, and two, ... there is wine here, is there not?

[A sigh, and a hand rubbing across his beard.] Not a great deal is needed. Just a glass. Just so I can ... stop breathing heavily and think we are all about to suffocate from the lack of oxygen from apparently being surrounded by an airless ... vacuum, I believe the word is, popping into my mind. Yes.

[He smiles, and it's not a bad smile at that.] Pleasure to meet you all, by the by.

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[tallasaking]

[Tyrion never wanted to be King of anything - Lord of the Rock, yes, but king? Perish the thought. Forget the fact he is quite effective at ruling in chaos.]

Well, the Lannisters already have one ... rather a family motto. We even have a jaunty tune.

[sinuosity]

I would hear it, if you wouldn't mind.

[tallasaking]

What, the song or the battle cry? Both are rather obnoxious.

[sinuosity]

[ A moment of thought. Then, ]

Both. That's part of the point, isn't it?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion tipped his head, and then cleared his throat, to say as loudly as he could.] HEAR ME ROAR.

[The sound of that echoed, and seemed almost ... off, as he began to sing softly.]

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear....

[sinuosity]

[ It settles, in some empty valley. Nyssa hums the chorus where Tyrion trails off. ]

So, I've a lion on my hands.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion listens to the last note fade way down the echoing hall, before he turns his gaze back to her.]

The smallest of lions, practically a kitten. [He smiles, his eyes hard.] But the kitten still has claws.

[sinuosity]

Claws are claws, no matter the size.

[ A baby lion is still a goddamn lion. ]

There is value in being underestimated.

[tallasaking]

True. Claws can still render, no matter how deep they might cut.

[Well, he'd never call himself a baby lion. Perhaps the runt of the proverbial liter.]

Oh, and one I have used, many a time. I am sorry you have never had that opportunity.

[Because Nyssa was frightening to begin with. Tyrion had the distinct feeling that further acquaintance would just increase that particular feeling.]

[sinuosity]

It is a matter of where one cuts, not how deep. A throat slit is as deadly as a deep wound to the stomach.

[ At his next statement, she shrugs. ]

There are those who think a woman cannot kill or lead as well as men can. They are swiftly shown the error of their judgement.

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[tallasaking]

True, one just keeps you longer to die.

[His lips twitched together.]

Oh, I know ... women are vicious killers. More effective ones.

[sinuosity]

One has had you on the business end of an arrow, so to speak?

[tallasaking]

The business end of an endless drop from a rather disturbing Moon Gate, and then at the business end of an invasion, and then the business end of an murder I never committed. [He thinks about that.] But not once by an actual weapon all their own.

[sinuosity]

I can correct that oversight, if you like.

[ She's so funny, Tyrion. ]

[tallasaking]

I don't think that's truly fair -- we aren't related by blood and neither one of us wants to bed the other ... I suppose if I have been accused of murdering one of your children it would be acceptable.

[As is he, Nyssa.]

[sinuosity]

[ He is funny. She laughs. ]

I've no children for you. Alas, I must my dream to rest.

[tallasaking]

Such a pity. I seem to live to disappoint you.

[Is his smirking reply. Oh, he does like her. She reminds him strongly of Bronn - and he has a feeling he will need a Bronn here.]

[sinuosity]

You should do something about that. I don't do well with disappointment from others.

[ Lo and behold, the library. Nyssa sweeps in first, checking for anyone hiding in the bookshelves, and waits for him to catch up. ]