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driftfleet2015-11-26 06:04 pm
stagstorm) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-26 06:04 pm
Bobby B - One
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?
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?
[video]
What's your name, boy?
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[He tries to sit up straighter, squaring his jaw.]
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Eddard's boy, eh? What of your brother, Robb? It's him I mean to speak to, not you.
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[There might be just the slightest hint of bitterness laced into his well-practiced Lord Voice.]
Only Sansa and I came to this world.
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Robert grimaces.]
Do you mean to tell me that it's you seeing to your sister's safety?
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Bran lowers his eyes, biting back frustration. He doesn't need a dead king to remind him that he's a poor choice of protector for Sansa. He has wished in the deepest parts of his heart that he could save his sister, for more than a year now, and every time he turns this chair's wheels he recalls his helplessness. But he can't act like the child Robert thinks he is. He has to clench his fists and level his voice, and play the lord.]
There are plenty here who would protect her, your grace. I have made strong allies.
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Though he doesn't yet realize Bran is crippled. It's his youth that concerns him more than anything.]
Strong allies? Pah! What use are those here? Have you gone and wed them? Has she? [He snorts.] Seven hells, what am I to do with the two of you?
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[He tries his best to stand his ground, sitting on the line between polite and biter. He's trying to be an adult, not an emotional young child, but the many months since Robert's death have hardened him against the Baratheons in addition to the Lannisters. His family has suffered betrayal, and he finds no reason to trust this man with his sister.]
She's under the care of a knight, Allen Walker.
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[Seven hells, but Robert scarce wants this responsibility. He's never been much good with children. Or at least, he's never much bothered with his own. Cersei saw to that. Even so...]
So long as we're all here, it's me who will see to you both. I'll hear no quibbling over it, either.
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Yes, your grace.
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[More Neds and less Tywins and Robert might have actually liked being king.]