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Post by Marie on Jul 30, 2012 15:28:07 GMT -5
Mariya rolled her eyes at such childish behaviour, and, realising that it would only ruin her dress if she got hit, she too left the room.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2012 16:00:42 GMT -5
Maester Lymon ignored Gregor, and stormed into the middle of the room, he grabbed Sapphire, and Joss by the ear, and pulled them to their feet. "Out!" He bellowed, and then looked for who else was throwing food.
Sapphire stormed out red as fire.
Joss laughed once, and bowed to the crowd, then walked for the door.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Jul 30, 2012 16:31:54 GMT -5
Gregor very nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the Maester's booming voice. He too was unsure whether Maester Lymon meant all of them or just those causing the mischief.
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Jul 30, 2012 16:41:35 GMT -5
Zach was dissapointed by how quickly the food fight was ended, but he quickly tried to conceal himself and catch up with Joss.
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Post by William Mallister on Jul 30, 2012 16:54:03 GMT -5
Just as the food fight ended, William enters late to the party in his Purple and White attire, holding onto his teddy bear he slinks around the room slowly trying not to get caught up in the excitement.
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 17:05:37 GMT -5
Baelor returned a while later, having cleaned himself off a bit. "Wonder if there's still any trouble?" He muttered to himself with a smile.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2012 17:15:32 GMT -5
Lymon grabbed Zach, on his way out and Baelor when he returned, and dragged them to the Kitchens.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 30, 2012 17:30:05 GMT -5
His sister's elbow to his stomach took Tybalt by surprise, the Lannister heir wincing in pain. He was quickly vindicated though as another glob of cake flew into Tyana. He saluted Joss with his pickaxe walking stick, only to see the Hightower heir tackled by Sapphire. "Were this a game of cyvasse I fear our situation would be dire." he said in jest to Danyella. "Do not fret though, I will protect you Your Grace." He stepped between the Tyrell heiress and the direction of the pastry projectiles, cane held in exaggerated bravado in front of him like a sword. Just another ridiculous spectacle amid the strange festivity. Dany observed the whole pastry-throwing spectacle indecisively, unsure whether to laugh or remain serious and disapprove. She laughed at Tybalt's gesture, however, eyeing his back in admiration. "Remarkable boldness for a miner," she commented as the culprits were dragged from the hall, "willing to take a cake to your face for your queen." Still smiling, Dany looked around in the hall. "This may as well be a record, I am not sure if this hall has gotten this empty in such short time before."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 17:53:20 GMT -5
When the culprits had either been dragged from or retreated from the hall, Tybalt briefly admired the aftermath of the chaos. He supposed such things were to be expected with so many youths gathered in one place.
"Happy to be of service," Tybalt said with a jestful bow, as he turned his attention back to Danyella. "And yes it seems we are some of the few that escaped the battled unscathed. I'd say that's worthy of celebration." he added with a grin.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 30, 2012 17:56:19 GMT -5
Finn watched the antics with a minor look of concern, quietly side-stepping the occasional flying icing. The troublemakers being apprehended, Finn settled down to examine those who remained.
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Post by William Mallister on Jul 30, 2012 17:59:28 GMT -5
William sees the boys being taken away, looking down he grips his bear trying not catch attention shrinks away to the wall behind him.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 30, 2012 18:10:43 GMT -5
When the culprits had either been dragged from or retreated from the hall, Tybalt briefly admired the aftermath of the chaos. He supposed such things were to be expected with so many youths gathered in one place. "Happy to be of service," Tybalt said with a jestful bow, as he turned his attention back to Danyella. "And yes it seems we are some of the few that escaped the battled unscathed. I'd say that's worthy of celebration." he added with a grin. Smiling, Dany picked up her goblet and the one Tyana had left behind, giving it to Tybalt. "A toast to the sole survivors in this pastry chaos," she offered, raising her cup before sipping from it, her eyes on the Lannister. "What did you have in mind?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 18:30:40 GMT -5
Tybalt raised his sister's glass and drained what remained.
"I must admit I an woefully unaware of how royalty spends their free time. Or how much mischief they are willing to get into." Tybalt answered playfully. "The Notes of the Citadel is always lively this time of the night, though may be beneath Your Grace. The top of the Hightower is lovely, though I'm sure the view is common to you at this point. I am quite open to suggestions."
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 30, 2012 18:42:33 GMT -5
"The Notes of the Citadel?" she repeated, the name of that inn sparking her interest. It was where all the boys always went, hardly ever inviting her or any of the other girls. Smiling, she removed her gold crown, which was beginning to feel too heavy anyway. "Wouldn't probably fit royalty. And even without the crown I would probably be slightly overdressed. I can change that in a matter of minutes, however."
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Jul 30, 2012 18:46:43 GMT -5
Rycherd had watched the food fight with an air of bored disinterest. At Tybalt and Danyella's exchange he frowned and shot his cousin a warning look.
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