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Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 0:49:53 GMT -5
OOC: Sleep is for pussies.
Erik gives her another pinch for slapping his hand away. "Well, I suppose we must let you commoners have your way from time to time. But I can't be too lenient. I have half a mind to take you upstairs and give you what for."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 4:18:10 GMT -5
"Not after all that ale you couldn't," Dacey said, surprising him by pinching him back. "There won't be any iron down there." She smiled.
"However," she murmured, her face inches from his. "You can punish this wicked girl by taking her to see a bad man's trial, so she'll know what's in store for her."
A tired knight came in and sat at the bar, looking mildly surprised to see Dacey in a lordling's lap. "Just came from the Red Keep," he said darkly. "Ser Miles Oldflower was nearly killed by Tallahar Tyrell, until Lady Bettley saved him. Tyrell's got off free."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 14, 2007 6:14:38 GMT -5
"Horseshit!" Yelled a bloated-looking City Watchman, off duty and deep into his cups. His red face almost matched his large red moustache. "There goes myyyyyy bettin' money! The wife is gonna....KILL me!" He paused for a moment as if in great introspection. "She's gonna kill me!" He said, suddenly full of realization, running for the door and not paying for his drink. After he left another man snickered loudly. "Boy is he going to be embarassed when he gets home and realizes he doesn't have a wife."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 6:19:22 GMT -5
Dacey looked annoyed that the watchman hadn't paid for his drink, but then pondered how she could use that to her advantage.
Several others laughed at what the other diner said about the watchman not having a wife. "I lost my money too," another said mournfully. "I thought Tyrell was a dead man for sure."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 14, 2007 6:25:01 GMT -5
"I erwels vote fin dem Terls." Backwards Ager announced. "List wern duels afoot. Thems ermist good as'n Demin Keaf. Lucker bas'erds." None around him knew much of what he was saying, but were sure it didn't matter. He looked happy all of a sudden, as if someone had told him they found a tooth for him to use. "Ah wunn mer sim muneys!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 6:28:37 GMT -5
"Easy, old man," the knight from the Red Keep laughed. "They should make you the next Kingsguard!"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 14, 2007 6:34:34 GMT -5
"Er woulder bin Kingerzgerd back ina mah prime, but therm Good Gods fel' twer kind ter ripper mah leg frum meh!" He held up a naked peg of wood where a leg could have been. It was knotted and covered with what looked like dead worms. "Kers ah reckon Ah stiller killer Terls witer easy peasy." He pointed a liver spotted finger at the man. "An' doncha go hoochie cooin' wit mah muneys, fren'. I erneded it, ern iters mahn!"
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Post by Fel on Nov 14, 2007 12:05:39 GMT -5
OOC: Heh, and I thought Jae was bad, what is with you making incomprehensible prospector-like characters?  |
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 14, 2007 14:25:12 GMT -5
OOC: I love it for some reason. If I was a smarter man, I would come up with more types of speech, but I'm not.  |
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Post by Horas on Nov 14, 2007 14:42:25 GMT -5
"Tallahar's alive?" Symond asks. "Well bless the Seven. I should've known he couldn't be killed."
Symond breaks out into a hearty rendition of Tallahar's Charge despite the sour looks he gets from a few of the patrons who lost their money.
"A thousand pardons, m'dear," Symond says to Dacey after he finishes, "But I must break off our short relationship. Until we meet again," Symond sweeps out of House Avalon with a bow and a wink.
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Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 15:11:05 GMT -5
"Well now we've gone and missed the fight. I guess the damn flower's not so much a fool as I thought." Erik mutters. He just shakes his head at the incomprehensible man, and raises his eyebrow when Symond leaves. "And now who was that puffed-up singing dandy, then?"
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Post by Fel on Nov 14, 2007 15:35:51 GMT -5
OOC: I love it for some reason. If I was a smarter man, I would come up with more types of speech, but I'm not. OOC: Well it is fun and reawrding trying to decipher what they're saying.  |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 16:09:54 GMT -5
Dacey shook her head and sighed. "It's all right, I suppose. And for the dandy," she giggled, "He's a singer, Lord Erik. He was in my employ for a while. Helped smooth things over with the Dornish Princess too."
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Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 16:49:27 GMT -5
"He swaggers like a damn Braavosi. I hate Braavosi. Had to duel one last year, you know, when I was out east. Poor fool." He swigs his beer, then asks, "Now what happened with this princess?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 18:07:19 GMT -5
"I have to repeat that story each time," Dacey sighed, but good-naturedly. "Basically, Princess Emelia's lover was a Summer Islander named Shajura. She burned down Mally's whorehouse - this inn, in fact - and in retaliation Mally killed her. Mally got executed for it, but she said that she deserved to be executed."
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Hope you all are well and happy.