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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 10, 2013 20:05:08 GMT -5
"Are you?" She retorted.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 10, 2013 20:08:32 GMT -5
Damon laughed and let her go, "Focus my dear."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 10, 2013 20:14:44 GMT -5
"Focus, focus, focus." She repeated to herself. "I am not your dear."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 10, 2013 20:16:51 GMT -5
"You mine. Just like every one of my subjects." He turned his back to her and walked back to the maps.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 10, 2013 20:19:22 GMT -5
Viea gave a little laugh
"And where is your crown?" She asked. "And your loyal retainers?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 10, 2013 20:21:13 GMT -5
Damon turned and looked at her. "Do you want to die?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 10, 2013 20:31:56 GMT -5
She just laughed.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 10, 2013 20:34:06 GMT -5
Damon looked at her, "You are making me rather concerned about the vessel we choose to ride."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 10, 2013 20:38:57 GMT -5
"There is nothing wrong with Vhalla." She said, she put her hand over her head. "Why are you not in the city if you are King?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 10, 2013 20:41:54 GMT -5
"It is the captain not the vessal that concerns me." Damon replied, "And I had to leave the city because I tried to kill my father. I am surprised you have not heard." He replied coldly.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 10, 2013 20:49:03 GMT -5
She sat and shrugged.
"I spend very little time at Pyke." She said. "Too many... bastards there for me. The sea is free as am I"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 10, 2013 20:53:21 GMT -5
"The sea is mad as well." Damon said, "But then again many have questioned my sanity."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 10, 2013 20:57:12 GMT -5
Viea stared at him for a long time, before she got up and got a bottle of something, pouring them both out a drink.
"I have not been called sane for a few years." She said. "I am left alone on the sea to do as I wish because they don't know how to deal with what I am."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 10, 2013 21:03:59 GMT -5
"What are you?" Damon asked and drank what she had offered him.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 10, 2013 21:08:24 GMT -5
She shrugged. "I am me and sometimes not." She said. "In my head there are things that talk constantly... It hurts so I try and find something to help me."
She paused then muttered something. "I hid nothing from you in that inn."
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