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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?
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[He's heard it already from plenty more. Always the Atroma and never with reason or rhyme.]
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[ He nods toward the blackness of space. ]
No one has seen them except over the video feeds.
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Do they take me for some mummer? If it's entertainment they wish, they should come to me in person. See if they laugh when I'm drinking my wine from their skulls.
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[ What the hell is a mummer? ]
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[ You can be the cannon fodder, bro. ]
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[He might not look it now, but Robert was an inspiring figure once. A Lord Paramount, young and strong, who rode at the front of his armies and fought side by side with his men.]
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[ Just foolish. ]
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[ It's not an advantage showing someone everything right off the bat. ]
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No, no they won't. If they lived up to my ideals, they would all by women with enormous tits, supple and naked, and all wriggling to be next to me. [He snorts out another laugh at that.] Piss on ideals. I would be content with just some wine instead.
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[ He shrugs. ]
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[... still, there was a time Robert could charm just about anyone. When he wasn't in a rage, he was quite the affable sort. It wasn't just war and strategy that won the throne, after all.]
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[ They could like how awful you are, Bobby, or they might not. Who knows how the viewers think? ]
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[He hates an enemy that he can't see or even know about. All he has is a name to curse.]
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