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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[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. ]