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One - Well Honed Thought

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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[Tyrion's lips twist briefly - he does seem to have this reaction on people.]

Well ... I am glad that someone feels that desire.

I was Compassion and Mercy before Cole. I can't imagine not wanting to help people.

[Now just wait a moment here.]

How can you be virtues?

I'm not, now. Though Command called me Compassion, so maybe I still am. But I'm more than Compassion now.

I wasn't a person before. I was just a spirit.

So now you are ... a spirit and a person all in one? [Hm.] Does that ever get confusing? Do you find yourself going back and forth?

I'm both. Why would I have to go back and forth?

But... people can see me now. And remember me. That changed. They didn't used to see me.

And I feel more now. And that's... not always nice.

[He squirms a little and looks somewhere else.]

You were kind to her. It meant a lot. You gave her a choice when everyone else took them from her.

I do not know. I am not sure what it means, to be both spirit and man.

Although I suppose being visible might be a big part of it.

[He pauses, before he smirked tiredly.] Ah yes, emotions. Always tricky things.

[... and suddenly he pales.] ..what - who are you talking about?

I don't think I know what it means, just that it is. That I am.

[He tilts his head and blinks.]

I can not talk about her, if it makes you uncomfortable. Stark red hair and stark bright soul, shackled and masked.

You just.... are. Well, I suppose that is a more truthful answer than most.

[Tyrion stared at Cole for a long, long time.] You must tell no one about her. Do you understand, Cole? Her life may be in great danger if other of my kith and kin come here.

[Cole stares back, solemn and serious and he nods.]

I won't tell anyone about her. I promise. I'm good at keeping secrets.

[Tyrion tipped his head down, breathing out slowly. Then he met Cole's again.]

You have my eternal gratitude, Cole.

I wouldn't want her to be hurt. She's hurt enough. More than enough.

You've hurt a lot, but it hasn't turned you to stone all the way through. You haven't inured yourself to the world.

Nor would I ... I do not look to protect her directly, but indirectly? I shall do all I can for the girl.

[A pause, and a sigh.] Haven't I? What a pity.

No. If you had, you wouldn't have asked me to keep her a secret.

Yes, I know. I am dreadfully disappointed in myself. Although I am sure now I simply have further heart-ache to look forward to. How ... delightful.

[He said, in the most sarcastic tone he could muster.]

... do you want me to come and give you a hug?

Jove and Elize say hugs make things better.

.. all right, I have to ask. Just before you do anything rash. Are you coming to hug me to assassinate me? Or do you truly wish to have a manly embrace?

I only kill people to stop them from hurting other people. Or because they're dying slowly and in pain. I don't kill people to stop them hurting from not fatal hurts anymore.

I don't know if I like hugging, but you sound sad and like you need someone there.

.... well that makes you a very compassionate murderer. I am not sure if I have heard the like.

[Even Tyrion's smile is sad.] I have always needed someone there. I have only learned lately that there is no one at all.

I am Compassion. Or was. Remember? Cadash said I'm also an assassin, because I kill fast and quiet. But then she said that most assassins are paid and I'm not. I don't want money. And I won't kill anyone who doesn't have to die anymore.

[Cole cants his head.]

What about Pod?

[Tyrion listened to this whole explanation, cupping his hand around his scarred chin, bemusement coming over his face for a moment, before his eyes went sharp.]

Pod was ... well. Pod is an extraordinary young man. I only wish I was as half as good to him as he deserved.

The Iron Bull paid a young lady to spend the night with me once. We danced and then we talked about her mother and the fights they had and she decided to go home and make up with her. She hurt less inside.

I'm not handsome either. It's okay. we have other things that were good at.

[Tyrion's mouth twisted again, but this time it was in laughter.]

I am sorry -- are you trying to find some common ground to make me feel more comfortable about the kind of man I am?

[Cole smiles ever so slightly.]

No. Just saying. Dorian is very handsome. I'm not. He was nice and didn't say that to me, but I know what he meant.

Well, you aren't short. You aren't scarred, physically at least. Your nose makes you look something like a rat ... but I wouldn't say you're half bad.

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