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driftfleet2016-05-16 04:39 pm
tallasaking) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-16 04:39 pm
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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.]
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.]
Re: voice;
[He holds his hands out wide.] Mostly? Because I have never worked with wood before. Metal comes as part of my augment, and from my culture, but woodworking? Completely foreign to me.
voice;
I understand. Your culture... Were there many blacksmiths and metalworkers in your home, then?
voice;
[He nods.] Quite a few - they worked with everything from steel to dragonglass.
voice;
I would certainly understand if it were too much trouble, but provided proper compensation, do you think you would be able to fashion a sword for me?
Re: voice;
For proper compensation, and some for provisions. What sort of blade would you like.
voice;
A longsword, if I may.
Re: voice;
voice;
[a small, soft laugh]
But I'm afraid in my haste I've forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Adelina; it us a pleasure to meet you.
Re: voice;
[Rarer materials would be worse. He smiled himself, faintly amused, as he touched his hand to his chest.]
Adelina, I am Tyrion Lannister, of House Lannister. The pleasure is all mine.
voice;
Tyrion? Well met. In fact, I must insist that as least some of the pleasure is mine. If I might ask, though, what first made you interested in making a bow?
Re: voice;
Honestly, a friend and shipmate of mine asked me if I would make one for her. I have been trying to perfect it, ever since.
voice;
Re: voice;
voice;
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