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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 12:44:57 GMT -5
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Joanna blinks back to consciousness, finally, having nightmares about her brother seeing her on a table in a dark room or something ridiculous. The distinct chill of fear sweat covers her body, but she is wrapped in a warm blanket, and the slightest feeling of nausea is in her stomach. She is still groggy from the sedative, but looking around she sees a door outlined only through the light coming under and over its edges.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 16:12:34 GMT -5
Joanna didn't bother trying to get up just yet, drifting in and out of consciousness for at least ten more minutes. Then, she sat up slowly and took a few deep breaths to ease the nausea. A couple minutes later still, she stood, unsteadily at first, and walked over to the door, intent on opening it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 16:18:34 GMT -5
The door is open, to her surprise. Her nausea doesn't leave, and she soon discovers why. She's on a small ship, surrounded on all sides by blue waters and an overcast sky. Nicholas Snow is drinking a mug of something about twenty feet from her, and a giant pale man is working the wheel.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 16:33:19 GMT -5
She looked around and leaned in the doorway for balance. "Where are we.. going?" she asked them, squinting her eyes at the horizon for any signs of land.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 16:36:39 GMT -5
Assuming it's evening, she sees land to her east, in the distance. Nicholas looks up from his mug. "Welcome back to the land of the living! Please, have some food and drink. I have some more...appropriate clothing for you too, but I didn't figure you'd appreciate me changing you myself."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 16:44:59 GMT -5
Joanna approached the table and eyed the food, only now realising how hungry she was. She didn't see the fabulous clothing he was talking about, however. Probably in the cabin. "You're just not going to answer me?" she asked. Some of her usual sass had returned. "Did you let my brother go?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 16:53:01 GMT -5
"Of course, much more generously than I released my two employees. He'll be very angry but alive and unhurt for the most part...maybe a shiner here and there." He pours another mug for her and offers it. "Stronger ale than you've ever drank, probably, but it'll keep you warm." The chilly sea air is doing unfortunate things to the top half of her anatomy.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 18:49:24 GMT -5
"Aren't you quite the charmer," Joanna replied with a smile that quite deliberately didn't reach her eyes. She accepted the ale and sipped from it. "Now, I have done everything you asked of me, at least tell me where we're going. It's not like I can jump off this ship and swim ashore."
((60 Diplomacy))
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 18:52:11 GMT -5
"You are capable of quite a lot. Please, go put some warmer clothing on; I'd be devastated if you took ill from this cold." He finishes his ale. "We're heading to the Neck."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 18:55:21 GMT -5
She gave him a cold look, grabbed a plate of food in addition to the ale she was already holding and retreated to the cabin. For ever.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 19:07:53 GMT -5
The door literally has no lock on it, so he enters after a little while and has a seat. "Now, you're just being snotty. What's wrong? Other than kidnapping you and threatening your brother's life, of course. It could be so much worse." He nodded seriously. "I could sing, after all."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 7:25:14 GMT -5
"Other than that, everything is just peachy," Joanna said, ignoring the man's sad attempt of a joke. She had changed into warmer clothing and was sitting on the cot. The platter of food lay on the table, mostly untouched. "Are those witticisms part of your job duties? Because I already feel like I did the wrong choice back there, letting go of my knife."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 9:19:46 GMT -5
"You look much warmer now, at least," he says in approval. "You need to eat; no matter how giant an asshole you think I am; when the time comes for you to do what you have to do, you'll need your strength to fight or escape, or even to passively follow along acting like your tail is tucked between your legs." He picked an apple off the plate and munched on it.
"For what it's worth, you did what you had to do. If I hadn't thought to trap your brother, I am quite sure that we'd be having this conversation with me all bandaged up right now."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 9:42:21 GMT -5
"What makes you so sure we'd still be having that conversation?" Joanna asked, raising an eyebrow. She stood and sat opposite him, much like in her room back in Lannisport. "How did you trap him? I thought he left with guards.. and Desmond."
She thought for a moment and frowned. "And Edward Stann? Was he in on this with you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 9:48:47 GMT -5
"The guards and the friend were going to be trouble. I'm not sure how they got him away from them, but they were clever little bastards, for true." He hands her another bottle of wine. One of her bottles, actually. "Edward Stann? Not exactly. He just didn't ask as many questions about our late friend Owen as he should have; I implied that I worked for your father, and that we were keeping Miller somewhere we knew we could keep an eye on him to see if he had some grander scheme." He rolls his eyes.
"He didn't. Back to your first comment, you seem better dressed now, if you'd still like to try." He spins a dagger on the rolling table and catches it before it falls off. "But I won't go easy on you." He offers it to her, hilt-first. "And there'd have to be a wager, of course, unless you plan on killing the crew too."
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