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[tallasaking]

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]

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.

[tallasaking]

[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. ]

[tallasaking]

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.

[tallasaking]

I am getting the distinct feeling that while we might share some of the same features - we are as different as night is from day. I do understand needing to know for one's self, of course.

[He dipped his head.]

We share a lot of the same ... issues, and common interests. [One corner of his mouth curved up.] We are to share drinks, soon. You are welcome to join us, if you so choose.

[athru]

I'm sure if you saw someone that looked like a man that killed everyone you knew you'd want to talk to him too.

[ There's no point trying to hide what Trask had done; it was pointless and stupid. ]

I can't - [ Ah, she purses her lips. ] I don't... Drink.

[ She loses control when she drinks. ]

[tallasaking]

If he killed people I actually cared for, yes. If he killed my enemies ... I would probably buy him a night's entertainment and a bottle of Highgarden Red.

[He is pensive there, because that was a thought for another time.]]

Aaaaah, a pity. Well, I am sure at some point we will be together for a meal. Consider yourself invited for food, if not refreshments.

[athru]

[ There's an awkwardness there, because even Raven isn't sure how she feels about the idea of killing her enemies, even now - Trask had been one thing, but the hundreds of humans that had been on his side... If they were all dead she's sure she would feel the discomfort of it.

No, this man isn't like Trask at all. Not really. ]

Maybe one day. [ After Hank has spent some time with him and she's sure it's safe. ] We'll work something out.

[tallasaking]

[Yes, there was. Trask was a man who only thought of the science, and his own personal prejudices.

Tyrion had none - and he would take out his enemies face to face, if he could. Just to make sure they suffered as they had made him suffer. In that ... he might have been more like other people Raven knew.]

I shall await the day, madame. [He tipped his head in a bow.]