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Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: In the Engineering Room of First Breath, building Stuff.
When: Today!

[There is music blaring in the background - yes, Tyrion has learned how to turn on the music and he is currently listening to modern 'pop'. It is clear he enjoys it as well - he is singing along to Stitches. He is also building a - a - well it is a sword. But when he lifts it up and toggles something on the hilt, it suddenly sparks to life, electricity running up and down the blade.

He eyes it with satisfaction, giving it a practice swing, before he realizes the device is turned on. He smirks, stretching the scar on his face.] This is the twelfth time I have rebuilt this particular device, and I believe this may be my best effort yet.

[Another swing, before he powers it off.] Every day, I rebuild tools to help me survive in case of an attack - swords and the like. And every night, they are dismantled and all the parts are put back where they were originally found. I would be more annoyed ... but it is helping me quickly gather a grasp on how things work. At this rate, I shall be able to put together a weapon in moments if we come under attack, again.

[And here, his face takes on a slight calculating tilt.] ... and how was that last attack? I have heard rumors, but no ... hard facts.

[He smiles.] Your prize for sharing what information you have is a weapon that shall last you from the moment you wake until you close your eyes at night.

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Something that lasts, for one. If it's just going to fall apart by the end of the day it probably won't be there for you when you actually need it.

It does not fall apart -- it is taken apart. [Is Tyrion's reply, mis-matched eyes glinting.] And if it is, I have been told it will be a new sort of entertainment. Hence why I am trying to learn more ... so I might be able to defend myself more ably without the need of weaponry.

[she smiles, it seems like she likes that glint. Getting under people's skin is a hobby, especially these days.]

Without any weapons, so like hand-to-hand combat? Is someone here teaching you?

[It is a delightful hobby, Tyrion enjoys it immensely.]

I typical prefer my weapons verbal ... I am, alas, not suited for close quarters combat. As my scar clearly states.

I wasn't going to mention it, but since you brought it up...

It must be a pretty gnarly story. [she props her arm against something off-screen, and uses it to lean her chin against her hand] Feel like sharing?

[no sarah you don't ask people for person stories right after you were rude... to them...]

Yes. It is.

[And now, you get to have the Tyrion Lannister stone-face, Sarah. Because there is no way in the Seven Kingdoms he's telling you now.]

Ooh, scary. [she puts a little lilt on the end of the word, before she leans back away from the camera]

Fine fine, I can take a hint. Should I assume your ten thousand percent done with this conversation?

I find that I do not have to abide with rudeness from lovely young women any longer, with looser tongues then is advisable ... so yes. I believe so.

[she grins at that comment. Honest and well put at the same time. He's pretty interesting]

Well, it was a nice chat. Toodles. [it's the most obnoxious parting words that she can think of, so she wiggles her fingers in a half-hearted wave and hangs up]

[His mis-matched eyes stay on the fading screen, before he lets out a noise and continues what he was doing. He has the distinct feeling That One was going to be a nuisance.]