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driftfleet2016-03-02 04:10 pm
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-02 04:10 pm
Entry tags:
002 || video + action
Who: Two literal five-year-olds. (aka: Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy [reek])
Broadcast: fleetwide! whoops.
Action: Three Twins. sorry gang.
When: now!
[Here’s the setting: the engine room of the Three Twins, and Jon is nowhere to be found. Judging from the sounds of the engines humming coming just off-screen, though, he sounds like he’s actually working on something. Or just trying to familiarize himself with how his new equipment and the ship works--he’s learned from the last disaster he’s had, thankfully off the ship.
Apparently, however, he still hasn’t learned from the last time he was unknowingly filmed, but this time it’s a different culprit.
The culprit isn't a particularly good cameraman. The video is shaky, and the occasional thumb makes an appearance over the lens, but somehow with a little quiet maneuvering, the mystery man manages to get Jon into frame. ]
They're actually letting you work down here? Did they miss your previous attempt?
[ The voice is sharp, it's smug, and there's a note of laughter in every word. Surprise, it's everyone's favorite mess, Theon Greyjoy. ]
Well, I suspect they won't miss it this time. Do your crew a favor and try to keep the fire down this time, Snow.
[Jon makes a noise and whips around. It sounds vaguely like a particularly sulfurous curse that, had Jon Snow known a mother, he wouldn’t even dream of spitting out at his worst enemy. But as things stand, Theon’s getting very, very close to that rank, and Jon never knew his mother anyway.
Note that he has a wrench in his hand. That’ll come in handy later.
His eyes narrow when he sees Theon. This won’t go too well, clearly.]
What are you doing here? [And--wait. Is that--he points his wrench at the communicator.] And turn that off, Greyjoy.
[ Theon only laughs and takes a step closer to bring Jon (and the wrench) further into view. He truly believes Jon is about to set this entire engine room on fire, and proof of it on video would be nothing less than delicious. ]
Simple enough. I sensed your stupidity and had to come see it take shape again. [ You don't need to see Theon's face to know he's grinning a cheshire grin. His smile is totally audible. ] I thought everyone else would like to see as well. I'm sure they're willing to wait.
[This is the face of a man who is most definitely a hair’s breadth from just throwing something at Theon’s head. What is it about Greyjoy that brings out Jon’s inner five-year-old, really?]
You’ve wasted their time then. [Do you see any fires here?] Turn that off and leave, Greyjoy. [Or else, is the underlying threat here. And judging from how tense he is he’s very likely to carry out the unspoken threat.]
[ Another laugh from Theon. He's never humored Snow before, so why should he start now? The shakiness of the camera subsides a bit, as if Theon's leaned back against a wall to wait for the real show to begin. ]
Give it a moment, then we'll decide if I've wasted their time.
[Well. He warned him, and Jon’s angry enough now that he decides, fine. He might not have a sword or any kind of viable weapon with him, but he has a wrench and it’s heavy and it should do the job just fine.
Said wrench is not in Jon’s hand anymore, it’s just been thrown straight at Theon’s head, and Jon himself is probably (read: definitely, whether Theon gets hit or not) going to follow that up with making an attempted grab for the communicator so he can turn it off, which won’t turn out all that well.]
[ Theon tries, he tries so hard to duck the wrench because Jon is predictable and was obviously going to make use of what he had. He nearly makes it, but judging by the loud swear he lets out, he clearly wasn't quick enough. ]
Seven hells, you ass... [ The video is shaking something awful now as two medieval five year olds wrestle with one another to stop it from recording. ] Stop--get away from me, Snow! You're doing it wrong.
Then give it--[wait. Shit.
Wrong button.]
((black is Jon, gold is Theon!))
reek])Broadcast: fleetwide! whoops.
Action: Three Twins. sorry gang.
When: now!
[Here’s the setting: the engine room of the Three Twins, and Jon is nowhere to be found. Judging from the sounds of the engines humming coming just off-screen, though, he sounds like he’s actually working on something. Or just trying to familiarize himself with how his new equipment and the ship works--he’s learned from the last disaster he’s had, thankfully off the ship.
Apparently, however, he still hasn’t learned from the last time he was unknowingly filmed, but this time it’s a different culprit.
The culprit isn't a particularly good cameraman. The video is shaky, and the occasional thumb makes an appearance over the lens, but somehow with a little quiet maneuvering, the mystery man manages to get Jon into frame. ]
They're actually letting you work down here? Did they miss your previous attempt?
[ The voice is sharp, it's smug, and there's a note of laughter in every word. Surprise, it's everyone's favorite mess, Theon Greyjoy. ]
Well, I suspect they won't miss it this time. Do your crew a favor and try to keep the fire down this time, Snow.
[Jon makes a noise and whips around. It sounds vaguely like a particularly sulfurous curse that, had Jon Snow known a mother, he wouldn’t even dream of spitting out at his worst enemy. But as things stand, Theon’s getting very, very close to that rank, and Jon never knew his mother anyway.
Note that he has a wrench in his hand. That’ll come in handy later.
His eyes narrow when he sees Theon. This won’t go too well, clearly.]
What are you doing here? [And--wait. Is that--he points his wrench at the communicator.] And turn that off, Greyjoy.
[ Theon only laughs and takes a step closer to bring Jon (and the wrench) further into view. He truly believes Jon is about to set this entire engine room on fire, and proof of it on video would be nothing less than delicious. ]
Simple enough. I sensed your stupidity and had to come see it take shape again. [ You don't need to see Theon's face to know he's grinning a cheshire grin. His smile is totally audible. ] I thought everyone else would like to see as well. I'm sure they're willing to wait.
[This is the face of a man who is most definitely a hair’s breadth from just throwing something at Theon’s head. What is it about Greyjoy that brings out Jon’s inner five-year-old, really?]
You’ve wasted their time then. [Do you see any fires here?] Turn that off and leave, Greyjoy. [Or else, is the underlying threat here. And judging from how tense he is he’s very likely to carry out the unspoken threat.]
[ Another laugh from Theon. He's never humored Snow before, so why should he start now? The shakiness of the camera subsides a bit, as if Theon's leaned back against a wall to wait for the real show to begin. ]
Give it a moment, then we'll decide if I've wasted their time.
[Well. He warned him, and Jon’s angry enough now that he decides, fine. He might not have a sword or any kind of viable weapon with him, but he has a wrench and it’s heavy and it should do the job just fine.
Said wrench is not in Jon’s hand anymore, it’s just been thrown straight at Theon’s head, and Jon himself is probably (read: definitely, whether Theon gets hit or not) going to follow that up with making an attempted grab for the communicator so he can turn it off, which won’t turn out all that well.]
[ Theon tries, he tries so hard to duck the wrench because Jon is predictable and was obviously going to make use of what he had. He nearly makes it, but judging by the loud swear he lets out, he clearly wasn't quick enough. ]
Seven hells, you ass... [ The video is shaking something awful now as two medieval five year olds wrestle with one another to stop it from recording. ] Stop--get away from me, Snow! You're doing it wrong.
Then give it--[wait. Shit.
Wrong button.]
((black is Jon, gold is Theon!))
[ video probably after he and Theon get separated ]
Dryly:] Is there more you'd like to say, or are you done now? [Because smacking Greyjoy with a wrench aside, Jon actually has things he needs to do. Shockingly.]
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That depends. Are you done? A watcher on the walls should be a little more . . . refined and above such things, wouldn't he?
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Then you haven't seen the Night's Watch now. [Thieves, old men, green boys, wildlings--there's something for everyone there, these days.] But aye, I'm done. I can't speak for Greyjoy, though.
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What it is now or then doesn't change what it is, forever more in cold stone.
[ As for Greyjoy, he shrugs ]
Let him speak then. It's always interesting to watch a man dig his own grave.
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Apparently it's just not deep enough for him yet.
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Oh, I've never had the pleasure. But I am Leto of the House Atreides. A different House, far from yours and your . . . world.
[ The joys of being an all-seeing messianic god. ]
He'll get there. Eventually.
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[Which is the closest explanation Jon can find for how much this man knows about the Wall, though there's something unsettling about his choice of words. I am the watcher on the wall.
That's not something Robb, Bran or Sansa would know, he thinks.]
I've my doubts.
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[ He could check, but effort. The timelines nudges at his peripheral view, but Leto ignores it. ]
As do many, I imagine.
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[Jon's eyes narrow, and he straightens up a little, jaw tensing. As if he's wondering whether this man, speaking of things that he can't possibly know, is a threat of some kind. He doesn't give him their names--this is enough information, he thinks, than he's willing to give out to someone who seems to know his world well enough despite never having been there.]
If you've never met my siblings and you're from another world, how do you know as much as you do about the Night's Watch?
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[ All futures are open. All pasts are seen through. To walk the path of the future, one must walk the past and present. Leto doesn't simply see a probably path, he sees all of them. And he can pick up details easily. ]
Not magic, but a kind of . . . ability.
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Some part of him can't help but be reminded of the red priestess. You know nothing, Jon Snow. Ygritte's words, yet a different tongue, a different woman.]
Though if you want to explain how different it is, I'm listening. [Even if he'll still remain utterly, stubbornly unconvinced.]
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[ Was it a dig? Perhaps. A small one. It did not matter how smarted or educated one was. Leto's abilities defy the rational. ]
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[ Says this all in the most matter-of-fact tones, jfc Leto. ]
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If that's not magic, then what exactly would you call it?
[He says it in the tone of someone who's pretty sure that's probably magic, but fine, he'll humor him. You disaster, Snow.]
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[Polite words, but the tone on the other hand--distrusting, suspicious, one might even say paranoid. For if Leto can talk of the past of the Night's Watch because of this innate gift, then what else might he know?
(Would he know about Jon's mother, would he know where Benjen Stark went--
--no.)]
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[ He can't wait for Jon's explanation. ]