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.

Comments

[tallasaking]

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.

[killedwithlove]

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

[tallasaking]

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.]

[killedwithlove]

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

Jove and Elize say hugs make things better.

[tallasaking]

.. 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?

[killedwithlove]

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.

[tallasaking]

.... 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.

[killedwithlove]

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?

[tallasaking]

[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.

[killedwithlove]

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.

[tallasaking]

[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?

[killedwithlove]

[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.

[tallasaking]

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.

[killedwithlove]

No. Cole's family were from the Avvar, so I'm quite tall for a human.

[It's easy to miss, because he's thin and tended to hunch, but he is taller than a lot of the other humans from home.]

I'm scarred, but not on my face. Healing magics is hard to use now, and potions leave scars and marks, but scars just mean you survived to heal. The Iron Bull only has one eye, and lots of scars, but he still has a lot of lovers, so scarring doesn't stop people being loved.

[tallasaking]

Well, you're fairly tall for just about anyone, I would say.

[Was Tyrion's wry response, before he tilted his head.] ... Well, where I come from, the only way I have lovers if I have the coin for it, sad to say.

[killedwithlove]

I'd be very short for a Qunari.

[And now Tyrion gets the ceiling, because Cole's tired of holding his communicator over him and has put it down without actually turning off the video feed.]

But you helped keep those women fed and sheltered.

[tallasaking]

And what, pray tell, is a Qunari?

[Tyrion himself lays back on his cot, and does the same. So now, two ceilings are communicating with themselves.]

Yes ... very generously, but it does not make it love, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

Um, they're Qunari? They're big and most of them have horns, but not all of them, and they follow the Qun, which says I'm evil and should be killed, but The Iron Bull decided that people were more important to him than what the Qun said.

No. I know the difference between love and sex and prostitution. And the three are all different.

[tallasaking]

...Gracious. They must be a terrifying race. [Tyrion murmured thoughtfully, as he leaned back to look up at the ceiling further.] And I certainly don't like them going about and killing people just because their Qun says so.

[A bitter laugh.] And now, so do I. I shall never have the first, or the second freely, and the third ... I believe I am done with.

[killedwithlove]

Well, I'm not really people. Only sort of people.

[Unseen, Cole winces and presses a hand to his chest.]

Here will be different for you.

[tallasaking]

Cole, you are one of the kindest souls I have ever spoken to. Be you man, or spirit ... you are quite fine with me.

[Tyrion's mouth twists a little more.] ... We shall see.

[killedwithlove]

Here has another dwarf. You haven't met another dwarf before, have you?

[tallasaking]

I have. She thought it was a great life to be the butt of someone else's jokes. I cannot say she was the best company, but I have had far, far worse.

[killedwithlove]

Varric told me I don't understand jokes.

[tallasaking]

Hmmm. I am not entirely sure she did either.