Bobby B - One

[stagstorm]

Who: Robert Baratheon
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: The Marsiva
When: Soon.

[The camera catches view of a man who is as thick as he is tall standing in front of the massive windows that separate the safety of the Marsiva from the inhospitable void of space on the other side of it. For many, this would be a breathtaking view of the cosmos. The King saw it only as a nuisance. Dressed in rich silk and velvet with a antlered crown on his head, Robert Baratheon was no man to be toyed with and he was eager to be free, even if he could not fully comprehend what he was seeing. He had never been a learned man and the concept of space itself was so far beyond his sphere of experience. He saw nothing but a night sky and though he could not see the ground, that only posed a problem to be solved later.

Later meaning after he had broken through the glass with a chair that he had caused significant damage to by beating it repeatedly against the window. With each thrust he roared in something between fury and excitement.]

That's right! Try and cage me, you bastards! Do you think this metal prison can hold me? Come now! Have at me!

[Yet for all his bravado and effort, the window did not even crack. Besides that, he was not so fit as he was in his youth. Winded and exhausted, he eventually righted the dented chair so he could sit on it instead. Only then did he turn his attention back to the communicator. He could not say why or how, but he understood that it was meant for communicating. He twisted in his hands a few times before deciding to play the fool and speak into it.]

...well? Does this damned bloody thing work or not?

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[steeledskin]

[ it isn't that sansa's not scared. rather, she's absolutely terrified. the man she sees on the communicator is an absolute brute and a force of nature. but (she reminds herself in a stiff inner voice) he's a brute that's been her father's dearest friend long before turmoil had set into her family's bones.

so she doesn't shrink back from the sight of him, although she's awash with many feelings. pity, chief among them. and vestigial reverence from all the childhood stories she still carries with her in her heart. ]

Your grace. [ he's not the king; tommen is king. and yet she doesn't know what else to call him. as she continues, her voice is small. somehow, she doubts he'll remember her no matter what the colour of her hair. no matter who her father was. ] I can assure you it works well enough.

[ and so has recorded all of his folly so far. ]

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[stagstorm]

[Hair color was not so much to keep him from recalling the look of Sansa Stark, but a small video on an incomprehensible device made any kind of recognition too difficult by far. Less when Robert was far too distracted by the strange shapes in the night sky to even give the curious video his full attention.]

I see that well enough, girl. [His tone is sharp, save for the tired breathing that is following his violent workout.] What manner of devilry is all this?

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[steeledskin]

A prison, your grace.

[ the sentiment in her voice is skinny -- narrow, and threadbare. she doesn't dare betray too much emotion even in the abstract presence of a westerosi king. ] Of sorts. At least, some describe it as one.

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[grounds]

[Contrary to a lot of people here, Octavia's only sense of kings and the like-- save the shitty as government on the Ark-- are those of myths and stories she was told when she was small. If someone tells her this guy is (or was) one, she'd likely just laugh at them.

Still, for the moment, he gets a look of incredulity, a small dose of disdain present, too. Because really.]

Are you a complete idiot?

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[stagstorm]

You'll mind your tongue, girl. Your king is speaking.

[He might not fit the traditional image of a king, but he certainly can talk like one. In his tone comes the natural tone of command and condescension that only comes from breeding and a lifetime of privilege.]

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[grounds]

There's no damn king in charge here, let alone you.

[She snorts, leaning back, maybe in a small show of defiance.]

And this thing's working just fine. That was a really sad showing you put on.

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[shoujoreject]

[The video is... well, something. The king would receive something of a perplexed look in response to his whole tirade, and the young man on the other side looked (and sounded) more the stock of a young girl.

It wasn't fear in his voice, though, despite just how loud he roared, how furiously he dented the chair and turned to the screen. More worry for his well-being, and a faintly awkward frankness, really.]

... It works. And it's better if you don't break that glass - there's no air outside the windows.

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[stagstorm]

[The way Robert laughs darkly at that makes it plain what he thinks about that notion.]

The glass is strong, I'll grant it that. But no air? Nonsense.

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[shoujoreject]

[Ohhhh lord, this is going to be fun. Qing tilts his head down a little, deferentially. Let's try another approach.]

You're outside of any world, which you can see plainly out that very window. I know how ridiculous it sounds, but it's the reality. You aren't confined to the single ship you're on, though - there are shuttles to travel between them.

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[tallasaking]

[Well, Tyrion thought to himsef, at least it wasn't Cersei. He could handle Robert well enough - give the man a whore and some wine and something to hunt and he was fairly happy. Since Tyrion wasn't sure what was here for that -- and he had to protect Bran and Sansa from ... well, whatever idiocy Robert might have brought with him, he brooded on his words before he finally turned the video on and spoke.]

Dear brother-in-law, I think you will find our captors ... rather less likely to meet you upon the field of battle.

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[stagstorm]

[... Tyrion. The last thing he wanted to see was some Lannister lurking about. Robert had no reason to ever much like the youngest of Tywin's brood, but it was fair to say that he disliked Tyrion the least of the three. That was scarcely a compliment in his favor, though. There was only one problem, however.]

Imp. I had it from your sister that you were being held by Lady Stark.

[It's where the whole bloody mess started, after all. Gods but the nagging Cersei had given him about the plight of her poor younger brother.]

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[tallasaking]

[Yes, Tyrion is not precisely pleased to see you either, Robert. He would have preferred to have Varys, frankly, if he was going to see another person from home. Certainly not his former drunken brother-in-law. Not in a situation rife with possible outcomes.

However, he would make a likely flesh shield if Cersei showed up, so there was that.]

That was some time ago, your Majesty. [Was his smooth reply.] I am afraid you have lost some time in your transfer to this place.

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[summerschild]

[It takes a moment for Bran to recognize Robert Baratheon on the device's tiny screen. The last time he saw the boisterous, red-faced king, it was against the backdrop of Winterfell, when Bran himself could still walk and run and climb. Now, he's a broken boy in a chair, and King Robert is dead.

So how can he be here, in the Fleet?

His stomach feels hollow with nerves. He doesn't want to see the King. It calls up the thought of Queen Cersei, and of Ser Jaime, and he can taste the wave of revulsion in his throat.]

... Your grace.

[His voice is very small. He doesn't know what else to say.]

[video]

[stagstorm]

[The volume of the voice doesn't matter at all. It's been nearly a year since Robert was in Winterfell and even then, he had hardly given the boy scarcely a look. The boy that was in the video now was no one to him, though he counted among the few to show him his due.]

What's your name, boy?

[summerschild]

Brandon Stark.

[He tries to sit up straighter, squaring his jaw.]

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[reconstitution]

[ That was a valiant effort in trying to break the window, but to no avail. Probably for the best, though all of the viewers would have certainly been in for a twist. If there were even viewers at this point.

This man certainly has a lot of gusto. Or ego. Possibly and most certainly both. Winter really does debate upon even saying anything, but it's too damn cold on the Heron, and it passes the time. The feed is darker, but when it does switch on, the video will show him from the shoulders up, looking a little concerned. ]

It works well enough..

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[stagstorm]

I've gathered as much. [Short and impatient. Robert is not in the mood for making light conversation just now.] There's a bloody lot of you on these blasted things. Yet I've not seen hide nor hair of you but for these moving pictures.

[faithfulwisdom]

[Watching Robert fruitlessly pound against the glass, it occurs to Finrod that how people react upon first arrival really is quite telling of their mindset. There was, granted, too much bluster and too little thought in the man's approach, but he could understand the impulse to strike out against the bars of their cage.]

It works very well. As does the glass, it seems.

[stagstorm]

Too well. If I'd known glass to be this strong, we'd have tourneys of knights parading about in glass armor showing their cocks to all the world.

[Now that would be a sight! Robert would enjoy seeing the faces on all the maids in such an event.]

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[techknowlogical]

[Normally he'd wouldn't really speak to a complete stranger that seems so aggressive, but this is kind of a special situation.]

The communicator is working.

It's best if you don't make any further attempts to break the windows; it would likely be fatal if you succeeded.

[Maybe Atroma has a way of safeguarding that sort of thing, but it's probably best not to take the chance.]

[Video]

[stagstorm]

Yes, boy. I know. All that poison air. I've heard it told already. It will take more than chairs to break through there.

[For want of a hammer. He's certain that would break through, though he's less certain in the wisdom of that.]

[sinuosity]

For all your effort you have yet to scratch the glass.

[stagstorm]

[Irritably:] Do you think I've not noticed? I am not blind, woman.

[Video]

[misterprongs]

[ james has been watching the ongoing communications with great interest, mostly following the conversations of people he's met with and knows (like sansa, and koushirou, to a certain extent), and all in all

this idiot's a bit of a stupid git.

still -- ]

Had a bit too much firewhiskey, have we?

[ amused ]

Don't want to break that window, mate, else your insides'll become your outsides.

[ or something to that effect ]

[Video]

[stagstorm]

Do you think you're the first to tell me so? I've heard, damn you.

[He's irritated if only because he really wanted to go back to beating on the window, even if it didn't do any good. But he's not about to get himself killed over it. With a distinct absence of any alcohol, he has nowhere to turn his frustration towards.]