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driftfleet2016-02-10 09:41 am
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-10 09:41 am
001 || video + action
Who: Jon Snow and you!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video, whoops.
Action: Marsiva
When: Present.
[video/action]
[He doesn't feel the fourth knife go in, the cold and the dark already rushing in to claim him. He's not expecting to open his eyes again--he's not really expecting much of anything at all--which makes it a shock when he does. Enough of one, in fact, that the very first thing he does is fall off his cot.
That'll make a great impression on any viewers watching. But right now, Jon Snow doesn't care about that, doesn't know about that, he's looking down at himself in shock--he was stabbed, he remembers that, he remembers the dagger in his belly and in his back and the cold, it had been so cold, but now he's here and it's as though they never were.
He's breathing again. That's--That's also unexpected. Calm down, Snow. You're lucky enough to breathe again.]
Ghost? [It takes him a moment to remember that, right--he left Ghost behind. It feels as if a part of him's been cut off from him, leaving the rest of him adrift and confused. He breathes in, out. All right, he's breathing. He'll deal with the rest of the panic and the rage later, and that growing feeling of being watched, for now he staggers to his feet, clearly still a little dazed, and looks around.] Where am I?
[This is more of a muttered question to himself, rather than one posed to the network, because then he stands up, clearly resolved to do some exploring.]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video, whoops.
Action: Marsiva
When: Present.
[video/action]
[He doesn't feel the fourth knife go in, the cold and the dark already rushing in to claim him. He's not expecting to open his eyes again--he's not really expecting much of anything at all--which makes it a shock when he does. Enough of one, in fact, that the very first thing he does is fall off his cot.
That'll make a great impression on any viewers watching. But right now, Jon Snow doesn't care about that, doesn't know about that, he's looking down at himself in shock--he was stabbed, he remembers that, he remembers the dagger in his belly and in his back and the cold, it had been so cold, but now he's here and it's as though they never were.
He's breathing again. That's--That's also unexpected. Calm down, Snow. You're lucky enough to breathe again.]
Ghost? [It takes him a moment to remember that, right--he left Ghost behind. It feels as if a part of him's been cut off from him, leaving the rest of him adrift and confused. He breathes in, out. All right, he's breathing. He'll deal with the rest of the panic and the rage later, and that growing feeling of being watched, for now he staggers to his feet, clearly still a little dazed, and looks around.] Where am I?
[This is more of a muttered question to himself, rather than one posed to the network, because then he stands up, clearly resolved to do some exploring.]
Video
I believe you. [On that much, anyway. But his tone turns serious:] But I've heard other tales besides that. [Tales he could scarcely believe, coming up the kingsroad, but tales that overwhelmingly seemed to agree with each other on one thing: Tyrion Lannister was a kinslayer.
The sentence still sounds wrong to him, but people change. And Jon Snow has long since decided that he wants the hard truths.]
One of them--or a great deal of them--was that Tywin Lannister died by your hand. Did he? [No judgment here, surprisingly--Jon just wants to get his story straight from the man's mouth.]
Re: Video
He did. [One stubby finger is raised.] Only after he bribed my lover to lie before the court, to frame me for the murder of Joffrey. [Something in his face darkened.] After I found out that he had lied about a great many things ... including the true identity of my first wife. He told me she was a whore, who did not love me, when the very opposite was true.
[Rage still flickers there.] He deserved far worse than what I gave him.