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asgardeventide2013-04-13 05:40 pm
dyingisnotdead) wrote in asgardeventide2013-04-13 05:40 pm
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[The screen flickers on, revealing a young man who looks more than a bit annoyed, and above all else, exhausted. His golden eyes search the screen as if it will show him something back, but…nothing.]
Some stranger told me that this allows me to speak somehow to others here, trapped with me.
[A hand slides through curly blond hair, and he purses his lips, as if he’s unsure what to say. There is rage behind his eyes, his jaw setting. He controls his anger though--what good would it do, now? To yell at a screen that shows things to people he does not know.
Rage does not bring things back. He‘s learning that every day; so he‘ll bury the hurt down, let it simmer, and take a lesson from his sister; swallow the emotion and present a more reasoned face.]
I know not what this place is, or why I was deemed to be brought here. To be taken from Kings Landing in my sleep, that is a great sorcery indeed.
I like it even less that we've been provided magic. There is no good that can come from it--only death and destruction.
[The same sort of magic that could kill a King with shadows. The fact that he has a gift now, as well...it troubles him. But first--his thoughts need to be focused, on the one thing that matters, now. The thing he has left.]
If those who have taken me are listening, hear this. I am Ser Loras of the House Tyrell; if you have my sister, Margaery, return her from whence she came. My life will be forfeit if you do.
[He has pride, but his sister matters most. He shall swallow what he must to gain her freedom if she is here at all.]
And to those who are captives, as well...
...any assistance would be appreciated.
This place is quite beyond me, I am afraid to admit.
Some stranger told me that this allows me to speak somehow to others here, trapped with me.
[A hand slides through curly blond hair, and he purses his lips, as if he’s unsure what to say. There is rage behind his eyes, his jaw setting. He controls his anger though--what good would it do, now? To yell at a screen that shows things to people he does not know.
Rage does not bring things back. He‘s learning that every day; so he‘ll bury the hurt down, let it simmer, and take a lesson from his sister; swallow the emotion and present a more reasoned face.]
I know not what this place is, or why I was deemed to be brought here. To be taken from Kings Landing in my sleep, that is a great sorcery indeed.
I like it even less that we've been provided magic. There is no good that can come from it--only death and destruction.
[The same sort of magic that could kill a King with shadows. The fact that he has a gift now, as well...it troubles him. But first--his thoughts need to be focused, on the one thing that matters, now. The thing he has left.]
If those who have taken me are listening, hear this. I am Ser Loras of the House Tyrell; if you have my sister, Margaery, return her from whence she came. My life will be forfeit if you do.
[He has pride, but his sister matters most. He shall swallow what he must to gain her freedom if she is here at all.]
And to those who are captives, as well...
...any assistance would be appreciated.
This place is quite beyond me, I am afraid to admit.
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And what if I do not wish to be friends with you?
[There is a hint of playfulness in his tone.]
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But I'm really good at being friends with people!
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The strangest thing, today.]
Well then I will have to see this first hand.
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I would be glad to join you, then.