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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:08:22 GMT -5
"I mean that we are crushed between many things, too, my lord," she said. "The Faith has spies everywhere. That is why I'm not dressed as a Rowan. But dancing too long will look suspicious. We can talk later." She politely curtsies and wanders off to dance with someone else. Probably Nick Snow, knowing that bastard.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 2, 2015 18:11:01 GMT -5
Larry groans as he loses another hand to the Stark bastard "Ah hellfire, I can't read that face at all." It's surprising Larry can even see, with the radiance emanating from the two most rakishly handsome hunks this side of the narrow damnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Probably why he keeps losing at cards. He's lost his soul, his firstborn, and two of his cousins already. Now he'll have to get to the valuable stuff, his copper pieces.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 18:12:39 GMT -5
Robyn looked to where her eyes stopped when she faltered and saw Nick Snow. Benjen had told me what he had done, kidknapping Joanna, but did not comment on it, smiling back at her. "I did not see most of it, Everyone else went downstairs where most of the unbelievable things took place, myself and one other dealt with everyone on the upper levels... Well he did most of the dealing," she motioned to herself as if that should be obvious. "What the others said though, was quite something... though you will know it all anyway." "I think I was spared of most of the details. I'm sure I don't know what for, but you know brothers and their overprotectiveness," she said, rolling her eyes. "I am glad you all made it back in one piece, though." She'd realized the topic was not exactly wedding-friendly, or something you'd discuss on your first meeting. She sipped some more wine, and almost unconsciously reached out her free hand to take Benjen's, in case Nick ever looked their way. |
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Post by Darius Sand on Apr 2, 2015 18:18:03 GMT -5
Darius, who had not bothered to show up for the ceremony, arrived at the feast, a wineskin in one hand, and looking more dressed for a battle than a feast.
Not seeing any point in formality, he decided to seek out something to do while he drank.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 18:19:54 GMT -5
"I mean that we are crushed between many things, too, my lord," she said. "The Faith has spies everywhere. That is why I'm not dressed as a Rowan. But dancing too long will look suspicious. We can talk later." She politely curtsies and wanders off to dance with someone else. Probably Nick Snow, knowing that bastard. Jaymes's eyes widened a little. He was notoriously bad at the spy business his sister excelled at, and sometimes managed to overlook it. "Of course," he said, hoping she'd not think he was a complete idiot. He gave him a small bow and walked over to Princess Kelsey and the Dayne girl. "Your Grace," he said as he approached them, giving Kelsey a quizzical look. "My lady," he greeted the other one with a curt nod. "I thought you said you were not joining us at the wedding, princess. What changed your mind?" he inquired, looking amiable enough for himself. "And perhaps you could introduce me to your friend here?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:20:32 GMT -5
Nick tosses a few coins to Larry. "For living the other night. I'll even give you double credit on that hot cousin of yours." He looks around, and waves the betraying dornishman over. "Eight stags a hand, sellsword. Put it up."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 18:20:51 GMT -5
Robyn looked down at the hand she joined with her brother and smiled softly, "Forgive me... I will leave you to get better acquainted with your husband, it was nice to meet you properly." Robyn said and took off in the direction of the card game, to see her brother. The new one. Nared.
"Are you winning?" She asked nick, knowing nothing about cards.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:22:19 GMT -5
Kelsey looks at him. "Displeased, are you? Hoping I'd stay gone? Hmph," Her friend smiles a dazzling smile at Jaymes.
"I'm Ellaria Dayne, my lord. Please don't let the reputation precede me. I rather hate my father." She is dressed in a low cut violet dress, clearly unconcerned with prim and proper today.
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Nick turns to his sister. "Bow to her, dumbshits," he says. The men all stand and bow politely. "No manners anymore. Not even for royalty." He smiles. "I'm a bit ahead. I hope you're having as much fun as I am..." he notes Joanna then, then turns his head back to Robyn. "I'd offer to deal you in, but I fear this is not the atmosphere."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 18:22:42 GMT -5
It burns like hell, and Killion must surely consider pillaging a distillery one day. "Did not think you Ironborn would be here, though. Hoping you fight in tourney. Closest we can come to testing flesh versus iron." Ever one for cultural exchange, Killion offered his skin of Summer Islander rum to the giant as he savored the whiskey-and by "savor" I mean gulp down. "After that dull affair, that sounds a fitting diversion." he agreed, in reference to the tourney. "Would be a fruitless trip without seeing a few of you milk drinkers eat mud." |
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 2, 2015 18:25:59 GMT -5
Giovanda approaches the high table next, bowing his head only "Your Royalties, gifts from my Captain Uhtred of the Iron Titans, and thanks for the invitation to this good occasion" the second part being addressed to Benjen, he turns back to Johanna "For the High Lady, two histories of Secret City of Braavos, one in the common westerosi tongue, the other in the High Valyrian. For the Lord, a bravos sword of one who served you at the Vale and lost his life. A tradition, yes, for honor to you and him."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:26:30 GMT -5
Andre chuckles, but it sounds like a growl. "It will be fun, seeing if reavers can fight when there are men around, and not maids and children. Except for those Valegirls they always try sending in place of knights."
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Post by Darius Sand on Apr 2, 2015 18:26:58 GMT -5
Darius gladly drew the coin as he walked over, a thought momentarily crossing his mind.
"Care to raise to ten?"
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 18:31:28 GMT -5
Andre chuckles, but it sounds like a growl. "It will be fun, seeing if reavers can fight when there are men around, and not maids and children. Except for those Valegirls they always try sending in place of knights." "Hard to tell the difference between the three at times." the Ironborn quipped. "The northern women give me far more pause than their men." he shuddered at the thought. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:33:43 GMT -5
Andre shrugged. "I'm from the west. Insult it away. I will join you." He drinks more rum. "A fascinating beverage."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 18:34:29 GMT -5
Nick turns to his sister. "Bow to her, dumbshits," he says. The men all stand and bow politely. "No manners anymore. Not even for royalty." He smiles. "I'm a bit ahead. I hope you're having as much fun as I am..." he notes Joanna then, then turns his head back to Robyn. "I'd offer to deal you in, but I fear this is not the atmosphere." Robyn waved a hand to the men as soon as they stood, and excused them for their lack of bowing, not finding it necessary, though she did know it was expected. "I am afraid I do not know how to play either, so I would probably make the best playing companion possible. Plenty of money, no idea about the rules." She looked down at the table and then back at the men present, "Who are all your charming friends, brother?" she said, referring to nick as her brother to him out loud for the first time. |
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