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Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: The whole Fleet
Action: Accidental video
When: Today

[If anyone ever had a doubt that Tyrion Lannister likes to keep himself occupied, today would be the day that he put all doubts to rest. His fingers flick against the side of his camera as he is reaching for a book. Which is good, because he's got three open now. He frowns at one paragraph, then pushes off with his chair - with wheels, fascinating things these.

Then he was picking up a screwdriver, turning to a tank that looked a great deal like the displays at the Green Museum, twisting a brace into place, eying it, then rolling back across the floor to check on the panels for the engine. He picked up a clipboard, put down the screwdriver and exchanged it for pencil while he marked off a few things on a list, then pushed himself off to roll back to his desk, where he flipped a page on his second book, muttering quietly to himself.]

'This means that the center of mass of the arrow–where gravity acts–is further forward than the center of pressure–where aerodynamic forces act. This results in the aerodynamic forces helping to stabilize the flight of the arrow.'

[He tapped the page, then pushed off again to his work-table, where a variety of weapons were lying on the surface, and plucked up the bow.] Yes, all right, that means I just need to change the density of the string and curve the bow a little more for the right amount of pressure per inch... good, good.

[He hummed as he put the bow back down, and reached underneath for his toolbox, singing softly to himself as he went through the varying strings he had gathered for said bow.]

I'm malicious, mean and scary
My sneer could curdle dairy
And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest
But despite my evil look
And my temper and my hook
I've always yearned to be a concert pianist
Can't you see me on the stage performin' Mozart
Ticklin' the ivories 'til they gleam?
Yep, I'd rather be called deadly
For my killer show tune medley
Thank you, 'cause way down deep inside I've got a dream

[Clearly, Tyrion is something of a workaholic, when he gets himself going.]

Comments

[athru]

[ Raven sees him and, for a moment, there's a slam of intense, blistering anger. It burns at her and makes her want to come forward with vile, dangerous words - and the only thing that stops her is Charles' voice in her head (in a metaphorical sense, not a literal) reminding her that she had made a choice. She had decided things, and that meant she had to live with what she had chosen to do.

It's only when she calms that she realises things are different, and this man - for all that he might look similar - is not Bolivar Trask. There's no moustache, no dark hair, no dangerous, slimy glint that makes her want to wrap her fingers around his neck. Just someone singing, and she swallows as she looks at what he's doing instead of his face. ]

Are the guns we're given not good enough for you?

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[He looks up at the new voice on his communicator - and for as much as they share the same face, no, Tyrion does not have the greasy mustache, but a blonde beard he has trimmed down to neatness. His eyes are also two different colors, one green and one black, and his hair is naturally golden and curly.

Now it is his turn to stare at her - because he could be looking at Nova, with different hair and truly blue eyes instead of stormy grey. He tipped his head, curiosity moving through his expression, chased with faint amusement.]

...I am building it for a friend, actually, She prefers a bow and arrows to guns.

[athru]

[ Raven stares at him intensely, unable to look away, because she knows in her gut that she isn't looking at the same man that had threatened the entire mutant race. This isn't the man that had come after her for her blood, had wanted to capture her and experiment on her, and the relief she feels is only stalled by the fact that just looking at him makes her feel ill, sick to her stomach. She has to hold herself higher, though, because she knows she made the right choice in the end.

She doesn't change her own expression, just keeps herself set and sure, not wanting to give an inch. ]

Will they hold up against guns?

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[He arches a golden eyebrow at her, and her rather intent stare. He's not entirely sure why precisely she is looking at him this way. However, if she is going to look at him that way, he is going to take the time to admire her own facial structure.]

I am working on it ...

[athru]

[ She ignores the way that he looks at her - he's not the first - and focusses on the weapons instead. Pausing, she frowns before she speaks. ]

How? I'm curious.

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[Now, he switches over from curious over her, to engineer and thinker, as he puts his hand on the piece of wood.]

Well, I apparently am trying to see what kind of materials will be most durable. I am trying woods now - I may switch to metals if I cannot get the right kind of accuracy.

[athru]

[ Metal, hah. She knows a guy. ]

We're in space, right? Wood might not stand up against things that are modern, unless it's really, really good wood.

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[Now you have his undivided attention.]

You make an excellent point. I shall have to do some studies into metallurgy to see which is the most flexible metal.

[athru]

I'm sure there's someone around that can help you. [ Tag, not it. ] Or you could ask the people on the moon, I suppose.

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I could ask my allies on the moon. [Now he is going to rub his beard thoughtfully.] They have been most helpful with my greenhouse project.

[athru]

I bet. [ Which comes out a little more vindictive than she means, and she practically winces. ] Are you trying to help them?

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[Now that gets her an eyebrow in turn, and a slightly narrow-eyed look. What precisely was this girl's angle?]

... I am trying. Once I have permission to get to their air filtration systems, I might get a better idea of how to help fix them.

[athru]

Good.

[ There is still some intensity to her, but after a moment - she realises how much of... Well, a bitch she's being. ]

I'm not criticising. I'm just curious.

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Hm.

[He keeps one eyebrow raised at her, before he squinted at her.]

Have we ever met before? I am ... honestly asking because I am concerned I have somehow offended you. Are you from Westeros?

[athru]

No, we haven't met.

[ She shifts, almost uncomfortable at his scrutiny. It's the face. ]

You remind me of someone. It's not your fault.

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Ah, very good.

[He pauses, then frowns for a moment before he says slowly.]

... Would that happen to be a Mr. Trask?

[athru]

I know you're not him. Hank told me already.

[ Because otherwise Tyrion would be abandoned on the moon and Raven would be curled up in a bed somewhere. ]

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I am glad to hear it. Although I have this feeling that you are waiting for me to turn into him. Like a changling from the tales.

[Tyrion said slowly, flexing his fingers together.]

[athru]

It's hard to look at a mirror image of someone and not expect a lie. That's all.

[ But she's working on it. Really. ]

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That I grant you, is something rather hard to get past.

[One corner of his mouth lifts.]

So I should tell you, that you look precisely like a friend of mine. She is just as scary as you are, though, so some things are consistent.

[athru]

Oh.

[ 'Just as scary'. She can't wait to tell Hank about that. ]

Then you understand that it's not... Your fault.

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[And now, she gets a smirk with a twist of wryness.]

It is not the first time I have been accused of something I have not done. I am doubtful it will be the last.

[athru]

To be fair, I didn't actually accuse you of anything.

[ Just the person that looks like his twin, that's all. ]

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I have made a great undertaking, learning how to read another's expression, their body language. You did not have to say it with words, my lady.

[He opened his hands wide once more, his eyes setting on hers.]

Regardless - you and I have no quarrel, and considering I am looking to make your friends my friends - I hope some day we might be friends as well.

[athru]

I'm not a lady. [ Not in that sense, either, and her nose wrinkles before she shakes her head. ] I accuse the man who looks like you and I had to talk to you myself to make sure you weren't him trying to hide.

[ Because who wouldn't do that in space? ]

Some day, maybe. I'm sure you and Hank will get along.