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[Video] [Accidental] [Tyrion never starts this thing on purpose.]

[The phone is only turned on when it is dropped on the floor, giving an odd view of Tyrion from the bottom up, where he is fastening expensive looking boots onto his feet. They are oddly made as well, almost as if they are to be made to work as braces instead of just fancy looking footwear.

Which, to the medically astute, they are. Yes, Tyrion had boots made to help support his rather crooked legs. That should tell you that the variety of odd jobs he's working is profitable indeed.

A small hand reaches down to pick up the phone, seeing the freshly shaven face of Tyrion, who eyes the device with a sigh.]

... Right, well, I am going down to the planet, if anyone is interested in joining me. Shuttle leaves in fifteen minutes. I hope no one took the time to look up my skirts.

[The faintest of smirks, before he shuts down the thing.]

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_{[ That had him barking out a laugh, looking down at Tyrion with a grin. ]}

Seems like you and I have quite a few things in common!

If I can ever get my hands on some, I should introduce you to Romulan Ale. That stuff has a proper kick.

Which is a delight to us both.

[Tyrion smirked, as he swung the shuttle into the gravitational pull of the moon, to get them through the ... really dismal atmosphere.]

Well the ale part sounds promising. What is a Romulan?

They're a humanoid race from the planet Romulus. They look more or less like a human, but their planetary gravity is heavier so they're stronger, tend to be a little taller and more broad than a human, and have pointed ears.

_{[ He refuses to let the atmosphere of the place dampen his mood as he unhooks his mask and a fixes it over his face. ]}

As you can imagine, they have a reputation for their ale. Strong is understatement for that stuff.

...Well naturally. You would need a stronger ale to get something as large as a house drunk.

[Tyrion himself took a moment to slide his mask up a little further. Better safe than sorry.]

They're not quite that large. But it's not fun when one is choking you, so try to avoid that.

_{[ Seriously, Tyrion. He had felt that for awhile, and it was maybe a
touch terrifying. The adrenaline had been pumping to hard for him to be to
terrified at the time, for which he was grateful looking back. ]}

Though I have a feeling you can hold your own against a Romulan or anyone else for that matter.

... I truly try as hard as I can to avoid people who will choke me.

[He is not big on the dying thing. Physical pain isn't very high up there either.]

However, if it comes to a battle of wits? I tend to be better armed than most.

_{[ It is not fun. Trust him. He's done it once and has no wish to
repeat it. ]}

I can easily believe that. But if you ask me, the wits are more important than the brawn in the long run. Brawn has only one way to get things done. Wits - well, it's as many as you can think up.

Well, you would find no argument from me. My wits have certainly kept me out of harm's way more than once.

[In fact it might be the only way he has ever survived.]

And probably gotten you into plenty of trouble too, right?

_{[ He laughed and looked down at Tyrion, eyes giving a mischievous
spark. ]}

Let us just say that being the smartest person in every room is usually frowned upon by everyone that you are mocking who is less intelligent than you.

[He smirked in kind, his mismatched eyes a mixture of slyness, and faint bitterness.]

It is the curse I must bear - as long as I can escape the twits.

Well, to be fair, perhaps you should not mock them.

_{[ But who is he to talk? He regularly used to antagonize the biggest, baddest person and start bar fights. Pot meet kettle, Kirk. ]}

That might help you have to do less escaping. Which I know is always much harder than it sounds.

Oh, I wish I could ... but they make it so difficult not to.

[He smirks faintly, as he dips the shuttle down through the smoke and the fog, towards the landing areas.]

Mmm, but I am getting so good at escaping these days.

Heh, it's a good skill to have. It comes in handy in situations you wouldn't expect. It, like good manners, is a skill that should never go dull.

I have endless good manners - for those who deserve them. [He smirked again.] For those who do not - well, it is a good thing I can escape as well.

I could not agree more. [He arched one eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips.] Good manners are always something I have found, should be in fashion.

Let's try and remember that while we drink. I don't plan on getting caked in mud all over again today if I can help it.

I could not agree ... wait, how precisely did you become caked with mud?

I got pushed into one of the arenas of the war games by a man who decided I was his target for the day. I slipped off the platform when we were fighting.

...and this? Is why I refuse to play in war games.

I didn't exactly volunteer you know! I think he was a local bully, maybe, wanting to pick on someone.

_{[ A shrug. ]}

I happened to be someone he couldn't beat.

I sincerely hope you thrashed him right into the ground.

Well, into the mud. I gave him a good kick in the ass - literally.

Kirk, I shall always enjoy your particular style.

_{[ He smirked, though it turned into a grin. ]}

What can I say? I love poetic justice.

[He smirks back, as he swings the shuttle in for a landing.]

As do I. I believe we shall get along just fine, you and I..

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