Tyrion Lannister, The Imp (
tallasaking) wrote in
driftfleet2017-06-07 09:40 am
[Video] [FLEETWIDE] [Encrypted from Atroma]
[Tyrion's face appears on the screen, scarred and faintly bemused, as he peers at the feed, then shifts something off to the side. Some sort of computing device. He shifts it again, and the screen changes, narrows, with a small bit of scripts running along the top. He sighs, shakes his head a little.]
I need someone who has the communications augment. This ... this is not secure enough. It is secure, but not secure absolutely. Which is what we require.
[He grumbles, and goes back to fiddling with wires.]
I need someone who has the communications augment. This ... this is not secure enough. It is secure, but not secure absolutely. Which is what we require.
[He grumbles, and goes back to fiddling with wires.]

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[He solemnly toted up the tart with a smirk.]
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SHould I be taking notes on your favourite snacks?
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[Tyrion stated with a straight face.]
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[ He retorts back with a laugh ]
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[Faint smirk, quiet laugh.]
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[A solemn and mocking head nod.]
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Draped with rich velvet and with sturdy poles to lift!
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[Tyrion is still snickering.]
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[ Maglor is getting into it now ]
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[But said with good humor, if nothing else.]
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[ Maglor smirks at him ]
But then, I did not hear you say 'no'.
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[He smirked once more.]
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[He grinned at that, his lips curving up into a wry smile.]
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