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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
[He does not like this angle that Tyrion is playing. It's too presumptuous and far too blatant. At least when Littlefinger and Varys whispered in his ear, they tricked him into thinking it was his own idea.
Re: Video
And perhaps the most shocking, is that he is sober.
He does not expect Robert to note any of these things. He will, however, play this as it is meant to be played.]
Your Majesty - I only ask that you grant your protection over your faithful subjects here, to sword and shield if necessary. Not only myself -- but to the Stark children as well. As Eddard Stark was - is - your oldest friend, I beg your indulgences in asking for you to ensure their safety.
Video
I do not need to be told to defend my own. Sansa was to be good daughter and I would not leave that lad, Bran, to fend for himself. And you as well. I'll not let it be said that I was a king who did not protect his own.
[That at least might make him distinct from the Mad King. If he could do that much, it might just be enough.]
Re: Video
My gratitude knows no bounds. As you know, I am ill-equipped to protect either one of them outside of my wit. We are lucky to have you as our Warrior King.
Video
[He's had a lifetime to learn the names of places in Westeros. Thirty minutes in space is little enough to start remembering the names of ships.]
Re: Video
[A bright, sharp smile.] I am pleased you avoided such a fate.
Video
[That would explain the scar.]
Re: Video
[He made sure to put a small handwave in there. Dramatic effect, and all.]
Video
[Even Robert knows that Tyrion has an appetite to match Robert's, though he can't help but imagine it being somehow more perverse.]
Re: Video
[Is Tyrion's simple reply. He has an appetite, certainly, but his appetite does not need to be covered up as closely as his nearest relations.]
Video
Re: Video
As you will it, your Majesty, it shall be done.