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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:12:23 GMT -5
Kyma shook her head, "Every man thinks playing some musical instrument will make every woman swoon." she offered him a fierce smile, "Well it takes more then that to make my heart beat faster." Talyn nodded, "I don't think my harp playing would woo any maidens, fair, or otherwise. I like it because it helps me think. People think of music as an art, a poetry. But it's disciplined. It has rules and method too, and I like that. I save the wooing to better bards than I." |
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 21:13:48 GMT -5
"Well, don't tell me you never got your dick wet with some thrall, or whoever you people use for women's work around here." Raef says to Jax. "It's easy as anything! Just get 'em drunk, find a dark corner, and there you are!"
"Oh, I hear you did more than your fair share. Can't wait to get back home and do some good, honest fighting with proper people, though. Not that those damn Cultists really count."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:15:54 GMT -5
Jax shook his head, "Nah... nah... exactly... I mean, there were some wenches, but nothing.. I mean... the whole.. way?"
Lysa shook her head. "I killed some Cultists on my way to the wall, but nothing like the Heroes."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:16:55 GMT -5
"You are certainly big on rules and duty." Kyma replied, "Was your father so strict?"
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:21:34 GMT -5
"No. My Father gave not a wit for rules or duty. He cared only for what benefited him." Talyn says, his face creasing with a frown.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 21:23:16 GMT -5
"Yes, the whole fucking way!" One of the others at the table shouts. Jax notices that he's missing a finger on either hand. "Just lay 'em down, whisper a few things to 'em, thrust a few times, and you're done! Simplest thing in the world. Especially now! Back home, just tell 'em you were in the army up north and they'll line up to suck on your cock!"
Ragnor smiles. "Well, that's worth something. Everyone in this army, women included, has seen enough fighting, though, I'd match 'em up against anyone that stayed down south. We're all heroes now, or will be when the rest of the Kingdoms are freed."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:26:32 GMT -5
Jax coughed violenty for a moment, and than looked down at the table, than gazed off at the dance floor, where Lysa swirled with Ragnor.
Lysa shook her head, "no false honors for me! But there will be plenty of stories about me, soon enough."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:29:09 GMT -5
"No. My Father gave not a wit for rules or duty. He cared only for what benefited him." Talyn says, his face creasing with a frown. "So this is your rebellion against him." Kyma smiled fiercely, "All children rebel against their parents. You have done a very good job at that." |
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on May 31, 2009 21:31:26 GMT -5
Stuffed beyond anything he could ever remember, coupled with his first few glasses of wine in forever, the young Lannister was feeling a bit sick to the stomach. Though for the longest time he'd wished for nothing more than warmth, he decided a bit of fresh air might do him good, and stood to move to the door.
Along the way, he mistakenly bumped his leg on a table, causing a bit of a mess on the table. He looked down to see a woman, much to his surprise.
"Pardon me, madam, that was most clumsy," he said with a curt smile.
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Post by Sam on May 31, 2009 21:32:37 GMT -5
Simon Tarly arrived at the feast, late. He was bathed, and had changed into a spare pair of blacks that his squire had bought off of a Black Brother. He was laughing softly at a joke his brother had whispered when the pair entered the hall. Simon's squired, the Lord Hightower, had dutifully saved three seats near the head of the table, and Simon bowed respectfully to Queen Rhaenys before taking his seat.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 21:37:17 GMT -5
Raef grabs Jax around the jaw and turns his face back to the table. "None of that. Women hate it when you stare at 'em, at least when you do it like that. Have some wine, and when Ragnor's done spinnin' her, just go up and say, 'Whatever your name is, would you like to step out for some fresh air?' Then take her out, and grab a couple drinks first, by the way, say somethin' about the moonlight and her eyes, kiss her, and before you know it your clothes'll be off and she'll be shrieking your name."
"Oh really?" Ragnor asks Lysa, "Have you got some plan to win fame and fortune for yourself?"
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:37:31 GMT -5
Talyn nodded, "if it wouldn't be overstepping, what was your rebellion?"
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:40:27 GMT -5
Raef grabs Jax around the jaw and turns his face back to the table. "None of that. Women hate it when you stare at 'em, at least when you do it like that. Have some wine, and when Ragnor's done spinnin' her, just go up and say, 'Whatever your name is, would you like to step out for some fresh air?' Then take her out, and grab a couple drinks first, by the way, say somethin' about the moonlight and her eyes, kiss her, and before you know it your clothes'll be off and she'll be shrieking your name." "Oh really?" Ragnor asks Lysa, "Have you got some plan to win fame and fortune for yourself?" Jax immediately turned away from Lysa, and starred back at his wine cup. "uhhh okay. I'll do it!" he says excitedly, finishing the rest of his glass and pouring another. "Gods yes, I'm with the Traitors' Sons now," Lysa tells the Reaver, "They're always on the front line. If you can't earn glory with them you're a coward." |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on May 31, 2009 21:41:09 GMT -5
Stuffed beyond anything he could ever remember, coupled with his first few glasses of wine in forever, the young Lannister was feeling a bit sick to the stomach. Though for the longest time he'd wished for nothing more than warmth, he decided a bit of fresh air might do him good, and stood to move to the door. Along the way, he mistakenly bumped his leg on a table, causing a bit of a mess on the table. He looked down to see a woman, much to his surprise. "Pardon me, madam, that was most clumsy," he said with a curt smile. The two men she was with looked at the knight and she chuckled. This was not the first man to mysteriously bump or fumble his way into the presence of one of the few women in the camp, even if her Westerosi wasn't all too great. She spoke in Myrish to the Lannister, and it took a moment for the translator to get to his duties. "She says she does not mind, one with your long limbs may tangle easily upon objects." Shah is dressed elegantly and ever modest with a dark brown cloak above her dark blood red dress. Her skin was paler than usual from the lack of sun. |
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:43:13 GMT -5
Kyma smiled, "I say whatever I want to whomever I want. It is my own little proof that I control my life not my mother."
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Hope you all are well and happy.