[Action] Going Calling

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Who: Tyrion
Broadcast: N.O.P.E
Action: Tyrion's making his way around the Fleet. Hi Friends.
When: First week of August

Having an engineering augment had seriously helped him with the ability to have some breathing space on the rather overly metal surfaces of the First Breath. Not that he didn't love his ship - honestly he spent as much time there chatting up Lily and Hawke as he did sleep.

Let's face it, Tyrion wasn't much for sleeping. So when he wasn't working on the Engineering of the ship (hour or two, tops), or his own projects (four to five depending on how late he stayed up), then managing the bar (eight hours), he still had time on his hands. So he would take that shuttle, and head out into the deep dark (don't think about it, do not even think about not having air), to visit.

If you are expecting a handsome - well at least charming - dwarf, do feel free to open your airlocks. No worries, he can break in if necessary.

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For Jojen

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Some days though, Tyrion was an absolutely blurry mess. So much that he wouldn't recognize his own father if he ran into him in the hallways of the First Breath this early in the day. So it was this morning, where he stumbled into the mess hall and made his way towards the coffee maker, grunting at whoever else was in the room with a sleepy, "Good morrow."

He was now going to fill his cup with delicious coffee and milk and sugar and then try to remember who he was and what he was doing here, thank you ever so much.

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Fortunately for Tyrion Lannister, he was not the only blurry, grumpy mess so early in the morning. Jojen Reed had perched on one of the offered seats in the mess hall. Green eyes were tired with yet another dream. There was a sick feeling pooling in his stomach and he wasn't sure if it was the coffee that he'd turned as pale as him with milk and sugar or simply the terrible's night rest.

Good morrow entered his ears and he stared down at his coffee a frown written on his face. "What's so good about it?" Jojen questioned without really meaning to voice the thought, but he was groggy and his voice made it obvious -- gritty with disuse. It was a fair question though, was there something unique about it that made it good?

He didn't turn his gaze to his new company, simply closed his eyes when he took a sip of the sweet liquid.

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Tyrion had to pull up and think about that one, before he shrugged and sipped his coffee delicately. Then he answered dryly, stumbling towards the kitchen table, "Well, we haven't been sucked into the vacuum of space, so I always find that to be a delightful thing."

He drops into a seat across from the other voice, and lets his head rest against the back of the chair, "Besides. There's coffee. We won't die if we have coffee."

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The blond listened quietly, setting his cup down with a soft clink before he moved his hands to rub at his eyes. "I think if we're "sucked into the vacuum of space" we will die with or without coffee," Jojen said more matter-of-factly than anything. Half the words he spoke felt foreign on his tongue, but he knew what they meant oddly enough. "Mayhaps not dying in your sleep makes it good," he added on a bit quieter.

Finally, the smaller lord glanced over to Tyrion, well he wasn't either of the women Jojen saw around; he didn't recognise him. The Crannogman let out a soft sigh and then returned to nursing his coffee. "I'm not used to coffee, just tea. We didn't have it where I'm from." First day he tried it, he thought it had gone off.

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Tyrion huffed out a quiet snort, "But won't it be more satisfying to be awake as your eyeballs freeze inside of your skull?" His tone was tart, but good-natured, as he tipped his head up to look at the blonde haired boy with the green eyes.

Huh, he could be a Lannister. Except he wasn't. "We don't have coffee either. If I ever return, I shall have to try to remedy that." He tipped his head back again, "We do have excellent tea though."

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"I believe your views on satisfaction and mine are quite different." There was a hint of amusement, if Tyrion actually listened for it. The Reed watched as Tyrion turned his mismatched gaze on him, and Jojen couldn't help but watch in fascination, a stark lack of judgement on his face.

He blinked once, and then again, until Tyrion spoke again and his attention fell back to his coffee. "All the tea I've ever had was for reducing Greywater fever." There was a ghost of a crinkle at his nose, like he wanted to scrunch it up in disgust at the thought, but his manners were telling him to refrain. "Tasted as bad as this, still."

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"I enjoy the little things in life." Tyrion stated with a dead-pan expression, even though he did catch onto that flicker of amusement. He leaned his scarred his face on his small palm, his mis-matched eyes meeting those steady green ones.

Something flickered in his mind then, before he tipped his head. "Greywater fever? By the Seven, I didn't think they had that anywhere else but Westeros." He snorted softly, "Frankly I didn't think anyone got that outside of the craggonmen."

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Better than being called a mudman or a frog eater. Jojen faltered for only a second, eyes falling back to his coffee which was suddenly becoming even more unappealing. "No one?" The boy kept his attention on the liquid that didn't awaken him nearly as well as Tyrion Lannister jarring him awake with his existence. This was the last thing he wanted.

Fear and something else just as weary crept into his stomach. He wasn't sure how to flee without looking downright suspect. There was a whole litter of Starks in the other ships, surely this man wouldn't try to harm him. "I'm sure it plagues others as well."

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"Mm, not a one..." Tyrion looed down at the coffee cup, before he frowned for a moment. He looked up at then, his gaze widening slightly as he realized who just might be sitting across from him.

A moment, where he breathed deeply, then stated mildly, "Of course, if there was a craggoman here, I'd probably have to go ahead and start petitioning for peace right away. Considering how few of us there are from home."

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Jojen fell deathly silent and still, tension filling the room suddenly like an unavoidable storm. "That would be interesting circumstance," he paused, treading as carefully as Sansa did with most of her conversations, only continuing after a moment of deliberation, "From what I've heard, and seen there are countless other worlds." Tyrion wasn't much bigger than him, but the greendreams plaguing him, left him weathered and worn -- he knew the man was no doubt stronger than him. He said he'd petition for peace, but Jojen found himself less trusting after being on the other side of the Wall.

Mossy green eyes watched Tyrion for a couple seconds. "The Crannogmen are loyal to the Starks, are they not?" A half confirmation.

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"Ye-es, that would be interesting."

He was stronger, and he wanted to survive, but he also didn't want to kill a loyal Stark bannerman just for sitting across from him at breakfast. Certainly didn't want Furiosa breathing down his neck, either, or Robb Stark. Which ... should make things easier, honestly.

"I'm a friend to Bran Stark, and Jon Snow." He stated simply, "Any bannerman of the Starks, therefore, would be safe from me."

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Jojen canted his head to the side, curiosity showing on his face. "A Lannister that's friends with Bran and Jon Snow?" The teenager watched the other male for a moment, as if he was reading something on Tyrion's face.

"If you're lying, I'll know." The Reed boy responded coolly. His dreams haven't failed him yet, but he could never control what he's shown. He could simply ask Bran what he thought about the man.

Jojen wouldn't hurt Tyrion, not only because he rarely has the strength to do much more than feel miserable, but he didn't see the point in it. He'd have to talk to Robb about this. "If you're friends with Bran, I have no reason to want anything other than peace."

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"I know it seems something of a complete switch, considering what you must know of my family ... but I am not my family. I've pledged my service to another Queen, and another banner." Is Tyrion's simple reply, giving Jojen Reed a long look. "I am not lying, young man. It does me no good to do so in this situation ..."

One corner of his mouth twisted, "Robb Stark and I have reached an mutual agreement of non-destruction and Lady Sansa ... Lady Sansa and I have a complicated history, but I would never harm her, my word to the Seven."

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"Another Queen?" Jojen seemed to concede to Tyrion not lying, at least for the time being. There were worse things he could have called the blond than young man for considering him a liar, and yet, he didn't.

"I do not know you, I don't know what your word counts for. I only know of what your family - who you claim not to serve - has done. I would not trust them on their word." He may be young, but he didn't think like anyone his age. "Yet, I'm meant to take you at yours." He fell silent for a second or so before speaking again. "Would you take me on my word? You do not know me. Mayhaps I am the type to offer my word and then stab a dagger into the back of those that trust me." He's not, but he was making a point.

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"Daenarys Targaeryn, Daenarys the Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, Ruler of Meeren, so on and so forth." He waves his hand because to name all of Dany's titles would take a half an hour.

"You know, you could say that. You could say that I could expect you as a loyal bannerman of the Starks to stab me in my sleep because I am of House Lannister and we are at war." Tyrion stated simply, "So, I suppose what we are going to have to do is trust one another not to be complete and total bastards."

feel free to ignore this, life ate me.

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"That Queen," there was something oddly knowing in his voice but he didn't elaborate any further. Anything he knew about the going ons about the world back home, he kept to himself. Not out of mistrust, of course, that was a big factor currently, but out of the fact that that is just what Jojen Reed does.

"I don't have to trust you. You're not going to kill me." A frown presented itself on his face. If Tyrion made a move against a loyal bannerman of the Starks, it wouldn't be pretty for him. Not to mention that Jojen has seen his own demise and it wasn't at the hands of the small Lannister.