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Post by Marie on Jul 30, 2012 13:19:54 GMT -5
"Oh. You wanted people to take notice of you? That wasn't my intention. Do you want to be the centre of attention then?" She asked. Baelor laughed again. "It's fun to cause a stir, Mariya, that's why. Maybe I should go spill some wine over someone?" "That would be unkind," she murmured. "Why would you want to do that? And it would be a waste of wine."
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 13:20:45 GMT -5
"So?" Baelor asked, already looking around for a potential victim. "Who should I spill it on? Maybe Danyella? Or our new mother?" He chuckled.
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Post by Marie on Jul 30, 2012 13:30:39 GMT -5
Mariya sighed.
"I'll have no part of that," she said. "Choose for yourself, if you must."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 13:30:50 GMT -5
"He may not even make it past this evening." He chuckled "If the Lord Hand catches him he will flay him from head to toe. That would be interesting to see." Gregor said thoughtfully, he had seen dissections but never seen someone flayed. "Steady on Gregor," Jothos winced. "As much contempt as I hold for the man, I would not wish such a fate on anyone." His face softened. "Speaking of such, our own flayed lady is looking rather mournful tonight. Look at her at the window - she looks like Fair Junarys from the tales of old, gazing across the Bay of Crabs, praying for a glimpse of her dear lost Petyr..." His tone was confused, equal parts longing and mockery.
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 13:33:08 GMT -5
Mariya sighed. "I'll have no part of that," she said. "Choose for yourself, if you must." "Alright then," Baelor replied, picking up a glass of wine from a nearby table and making his way over to Jothos. "Heads up!" He shouted, before slashing the wine over his face.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 13:41:52 GMT -5
The blood red liquid splattered across the head and torso of the young Tully heir, shaking him immediately out of his gaze at Lynesse. He coughed and spluttered in disbelief, wiping away a sodden sticky lock of hair from his brow. A second passed before he looked around, attempting to find the source. He found Baelor's stupid grinning face gurning at him.
"You..." he started, his breathing quickening.
He stood up, his fists shaking violently, his nostrils flaring. But... he found he could take it no further.
"You..." he tried again, but could not find the words. He gave up.
"Rarrrghh!" he exclaimed in frustration, before stomping off for the nearest door, swinging his head to the side to free some more of the liquid from his hair, and in doing so leaving a line of red droplets across the floor.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Jul 30, 2012 13:45:07 GMT -5
"Speaking of such, our own flayed lady is looking rather mournful tonight. Look at her at the window - she looks like Fair Junarys from the tales of old, gazing across the Bay of Crabs, praying for a glimpse of her dear lost Petyr..." His tone was confused, equal parts longing and mockery. "I doubt that I am suitable to be her Petyr." He said with a slight twist to his face. "Perhaps together we can cheer her." He added as he filled his goblet. He stared in amazement as he watched Baelor dump the wine on Jothos.
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 13:47:17 GMT -5
Baelor laughed loudly and turned to Gregor. "Funny, eh? Sorry if I disturbed your conversation. Well, not really, it was worth it after all!"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 30, 2012 13:47:56 GMT -5
Mum watched Baelor upend his glass on Jothos and laughed lightly
"That was mean." she said still giggling
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2012 13:50:13 GMT -5
Tyana looked at the scene and couldn't help but smile at how flustered Jothos got. She imagined she would have reacted very badly if she had been the victim. She didn't have any sympathy for the guy though, and found it nothing but amusing, as she took another sip of her own wine.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 13:51:13 GMT -5
Gerold grimaces at the crude display, cradling his drink in faintly shaking hands. He watches Jothos storm away, debating whether to follow or not. He dithers.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2012 13:57:52 GMT -5
Sapphire stormed toward Baeloer, her dress raised in either hand for speed.
Before she could reach him, a cream filled cake soared threw the air and exploded against Stark's head.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 13:59:22 GMT -5
The cream cake decides it. Gerold bids a hasty retreat after Jothos.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Jul 30, 2012 14:00:21 GMT -5
Gregor was about to berate the Stark heir when a cream filled cake took him in the head. Gregor doubled over laughing so hard at Baelor that he thought he would burst.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 14:01:22 GMT -5
Tybalt's attention was momentarily turned from the bickering Tyrell siblings to the spectacle of the wine-soaked Jothos taking his leave. He raised his goblet to Baelor with a hearty laugh.
"Quite amusing Stark, but it seems a shame to waste perfectly good wine on a fish!" he called out.
His laughter only grew as the cake soared into the culprit's face.
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