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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!))
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[And that's something he means to correct as soon as possible. No more mini-explosions, that's his goal for the year.]
Gods, no. [They might have shared a few moments of solidarity over being outsiders, but said moments probably add up to like. Ten seconds, total.] He was an ass then and he's still one now, as well as a turncloak now too.
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Turncloak? Oh, like a turncoat? A traitor?
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What's the Wall? [She knows what a wall is, but that sounded like a specific thing of more importance.]
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Further North of Winterfell, where I grew up, stands the Wall. It's a wall of ice, about--seven hundred feet high, and my uncle always said the top was wide enough for about a dozen armored knights on horseback, riding abreast. [And when you look at it--well, someone once called it one of the nine wonders made by man, for a reason.] The stories say it was built a long time ago, thousands of years before Aegon Targaryen and his dragons ever came to Westeros, after the Long Night, to keep out the Others--things that hated all life, that might've come with the Long Night or might've cause it themselves, that could bring back the dead as their servants.
[The way Jon talks about it, it's clear he's had more than enough personal experience with, if not the Others, than their servants to speak so firmly on it, even if he's just couching it in the form of a story.]
The Night's Watch was formed to hold the Wall, to serve the realm as a defense against those who would threaten it from beyond the Wall [ie wildlings, and now the Others]. When we take the black--when we join the Night's Watch--we join for life, and we swear not to take part in any conflict within the realm itself, or to leave our posts. It's why I can't speak as to Greyjoy turning his cloak--when it happened, I was too far away to even hear news of it quickly, and I couldn't have done anything even if I wasn't. All I know of it are the things I heard about it from others, and I think we both know how reliable that can be.
[His vows didn't stop Jon from wanting to ride to Winterfell to get Arya back, later on, but. Well. He's here right now and not currently at Winterfell or at the Wall, which probably says a lot about how successful he was there.
He's also leaving out some important details about where he was, exactly--beyond the Wall himself, with much of the Night's Watch, but this is already more than she probably wanted to know about the Wall.]
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[She is curious about the wall too. How did they build a wall of ice without someone like Bobby. Or maybe they have someone like Bobby. They might have dragons. The part about the oath sounds hard too. She's devoted herself to a cause before, but everyone she cared about was right there. She didn't have to worry about someone far away she couldn't protect. Well, until coming here. Her world may be beyond saving, but she had friends in the prison.]
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Yes. [That's pretty blunt, but he continues on:] They've been dead for centuries, though, and the Targaryens were driven out from Westeros more than fifteen years ago. [Seventeen years ago, actually. Jon would know, he was born around that same time.] All I know of dragons, I heard from stories. Why do you ask?
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They're really just stories at home too. Though not so much in a way that they were ever anything else. [She has dinosaurs for that.] Not really the important part of your story. Big commitment taking an oath like that. I've dedicated myself to causes before, but there's always still a way out even when you don't take it.