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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 17:45:27 GMT
"Is it good manners in Pentos to mock people's dancing?" She teased with a giggle and decided on having a bit more wine, offering some to him, "I am very much alive my prince," she grinned at him. He takes a tiny sip and nodded. "Yes you are," he noted, moving closer to her. "I don't mock your dancing, I feel perhaps you could keep up with me...perhaps," he repeated. "But appearances can be quite deceiving." |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 13, 2017 17:48:57 GMT
She shrugged. "If they listen to you, who cares if you can fight?" She asked. The music is a good tempo and she is plenty agile, letting him be more still as she makes the attention grabbing movements. "I look forward to our ride," she said, "the falcons are eager to be unleashed." Perceon grinned really broadly, her attitude completely refreshing. "My thoughts exactly." He replied, trying very hard to do a good job with his feet and arms. "I can hardly wait to see your handiwork, and your company is just as readily anticipated." |
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 19:24:15 GMT
"I bet I can," she said with a giggle and stood to lead him to the dance floor. "Let's see if you are as good as you say"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 19:33:56 GMT
She shrugged. "If they listen to you, who cares if you can fight?" She asked. The music is a good tempo and she is plenty agile, letting him be more still as she makes the attention grabbing movements. "I look forward to our ride," she said, "the falcons are eager to be unleashed." Perceon grinned really broadly, her attitude completely refreshing. "My thoughts exactly." He replied, trying very hard to do a good job with his feet and arms. "I can hardly wait to see your handiwork, and your company is just as readily anticipated." They make a fairly good couple dancing, particularly with her doing the bulk of the technical work. "I am sure you will enjoy it," she said, her own confidence apparently growing. "Now shut up and dance," she said with a smile, as the evening drew to a close... |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 19:37:10 GMT
"I bet I can," she said with a giggle and stood to lead him to the dance floor. "Let's see if you are as good as you say" Viserys struts as he leads her to the floor and she immediately realizes that, with as much as she's drank, that he is a superior dancer, and sobriety would be an ally. He is all coiled energy, like a serpent, quick and lithe and graceful, his feet moving so smoothly it seems at times he is merely floating. Alexandra keeps up as best she can, and he compromises with her by planting his hands on her lower waist and letting her show off her most inappropriate moves. It is probably fortunate it is so late and dark in the hall now. |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 13, 2017 19:41:18 GMT
Perceon grinned really broadly, her attitude completely refreshing. "My thoughts exactly." He replied, trying very hard to do a good job with his feet and arms. "I can hardly wait to see your handiwork, and your company is just as readily anticipated." They make a fairly good couple dancing, particularly with her doing the bulk of the technical work. "I am sure you will enjoy it," she said, her own confidence apparently growing. "Now shut up and dance," she said with a smile, as the evening drew to a close... Perceon did as he was bid, enjoying every moment. |
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 13, 2017 19:57:18 GMT
"Always a pleasure gentlemen", she raised her ale. "I'm glad to know the names of the men taking my coin", she chuckled. "She'lljust come take it back later," the Dornishman laughed. "On her ship, no doubt." He winked at her. Brandon Bolton, a short, violent looking northman, didn't smile but he looked at her. "What sort a'ship is the Survivor?" He asked. "I like ships. Ain't got none but I like'me." Naomi chuckled at the Dornishman,"No, I won't if he won it fairly. I raid when I want and within my reason." "The Survivor is a long ship, with a good crew", she smiled. "She has been mine for a while after my father passed and his ship was stolen by another.. While I was returning him to the Drowned God." She then glanced at them,"Some of may have heard of it... The Grey Lady." Naomi waited to if there was reaction, that would mean they knew who her father was and especially where the ship is located. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 20:01:55 GMT
"Not a sailor," Prince Torrhen said. "Seems a much less evocative name than Survivor, though, I quite like that one. Grey Lady sounds more like the people unwillingly boarding it." A few more rolls go and Brandon Bolton ends up the big winner as some rolls go by. The grim northman looked at her.
"I heard of it," he grumbled almost unintelligibly. "Old Harlaw's flagship, or one of'em anyway. Kinda embarrassing, having a man steal a whole bloody ship and crew."
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 20:02:53 GMT
"I bet I can," she said with a giggle and stood to lead him to the dance floor. "Let's see if you are as good as you say" Viserys struts as he leads her to the floor and she immediately realizes that, with as much as she's drank, that he is a superior dancer, and sobriety would be an ally. He is all coiled energy, like a serpent, quick and lithe and graceful, his feet moving so smoothly it seems at times he is merely floating. Alexandra keeps up as best she can, and he compromises with her by planting his hands on her lower waist and letting her show off her most inappropriate moves. It is probably fortunate it is so late and dark in the hall now. Alex smiled as he lead her, not hugely minding that she was less good, just impressed by his abilities. She knew if She had been sober she would have been a better showing, but she was content to impress him in other ways, apparently. She pressed close to him as they danced, looking at him. |
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 13, 2017 20:08:22 GMT
"Not a sailor," Prince Torrhen said. "Seems a much less evocative name than Survivor, though, I quite like that one. Grey Lady sounds more like the people unwillingly boarding it." A few more rolls go and Brandon Bolton ends up the big winner as some rolls go by. The grim northman looked at her. "I heard of it," he grumbled almost unintelligibly. "Old Harlaw's flagship, or one of'em anyway. Kinda embarrassing, having a man steal a whole bloody ship and crew." "That was my father, Leman. He died.. And I was child", she looked at him. "The whole lot of them, traitors", she tossed out more coins,"and I plan to get it back." "Ironborn I maybe, but I will not leave a child in the lands far in the East to take a ship." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 20:08:48 GMT
The hall is emptying now as the food is gone and the wine is mostly drunk, and the prince seems to enjoy the feel of the girl pushed against him. She gets some stares from more proper Reach citizens and the whispers will start but Viserys whispers some encouragement into her ear. "I think they may throw us out," he said with a laugh.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 20:11:31 GMT
"Not a sailor," Prince Torrhen said. "Seems a much less evocative name than Survivor, though, I quite like that one. Grey Lady sounds more like the people unwillingly boarding it." A few more rolls go and Brandon Bolton ends up the big winner as some rolls go by. The grim northman looked at her. "I heard of it," he grumbled almost unintelligibly. "Old Harlaw's flagship, or one of'em anyway. Kinda embarrassing, having a man steal a whole bloody ship and crew." "That was my father, Leman. He died.. And I was child", she looked at him. "The whole lot of them, traitors", she tossed out more coins,"and I plan to get it back." "Ironborn I maybe, but I will not leave a child in the lands far in the East to take a ship." If she expects sympathy from the dark north man, she is surely looking in the wrong place. "You're lucky they didn't take you with'em," he noted. "Be a much sadder story than the one you got. Isn't the ship you made for yourself more significant than one built by your ancestors?" As the hall begins to clear, the men at the table up and begin wandering out, one by one. "Goodnight, my prince," Victor tells Geralt as he leaves almost even. Lord Selma is much poorer than when he started but he has a good laugh at it. Torrhen Stark and the quiet Dornishman seem to have done the best. |
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 20:13:30 GMT
The hall is emptying now as the food is gone and the wine is mostly drunk, and the prince seems to enjoy the feel of the girl pushed against him. She gets some stares from more proper Reach citizens and the whispers will start but Viserys whispers some encouragement into her ear. "I think they may throw us out," he said with a laugh. "Well, it won't be a first for me," she said with a Depp grin, looking up at him through her lashes, "you're a very good dancer, what is it that say about good dancers?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 20:17:46 GMT
The hall is emptying now as the food is gone and the wine is mostly drunk, and the prince seems to enjoy the feel of the girl pushed against him. She gets some stares from more proper Reach citizens and the whispers will start but Viserys whispers some encouragement into her ear. "I think they may throw us out," he said with a laugh. "Well, it won't be a first for me," she said with a Depp grin, looking up at him through her lashes, "you're a very good dancer, what is it that say about good dancers?" "Nothing that isn't true," he assured her. "But what would a respectable lady such as yourself know about that?" They do get thrown out, actually. |
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 20:19:39 GMT
"Oh, nothing at all," she grinned, as they leave, "thank you, for the dance, my prince"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 20:23:24 GMT
"Well, if you get bored," he said, "come find me." He looked at the dark godswood and then to the main gate. "Maybe you can show your expertise in othe fields."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 13, 2017 20:34:29 GMT
"That was my father, Leman. He died.. And I was child", she looked at him. "The whole lot of them, traitors", she tossed out more coins,"and I plan to get it back." "Ironborn I maybe, but I will not leave a child in the lands far in the East to take a ship." If she expects sympathy from the dark north man, she is surely looking in the wrong place. "You're lucky they didn't take you with'em," he noted. "Be a much sadder story than the one you got. Isn't the ship you made for yourself more significant than one built by your ancestors?" As the hall begins to clear, the men at the table up and begin wandering out, one by one. "Goodnight, my prince," Victor tells Geralt as he leaves almost even. Lord Selma is much poorer than when he started but he has a good laugh at it. Torrhen Stark and the quiet Dornishman seem to have done the best. Naomi let the coins clink in her hands, listening to the Bolton. "You make a good point.. A very good point." She smirked, then bid them a good night,"Thank you all for letting this poor Ironborn girl sit with you." |
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 20:36:13 GMT
"And have everyone see me turn up at your boat?" She asked grinnig, "my good name would be ruined,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 20:39:39 GMT
He whispers the name of a place into her ear. "Boats are boring," he agreed. He gave her behind a firm squeeze and then winked as he walked off.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 20:42:27 GMT
If she expects sympathy from the dark north man, she is surely looking in the wrong place. "You're lucky they didn't take you with'em," he noted. "Be a much sadder story than the one you got. Isn't the ship you made for yourself more significant than one built by your ancestors?" As the hall begins to clear, the men at the table up and begin wandering out, one by one. "Goodnight, my prince," Victor tells Geralt as he leaves almost even. Lord Selma is much poorer than when he started but he has a good laugh at it. Torrhen Stark and the quiet Dornishman seem to have done the best. Naomi let the coins clink in her hands, listening to the Bolton. "You make a good point.. A very good point." She smirked, then bid them a good night,"Thank you all for letting this poor Ironborn girl sit with you." 'Thanks for giving us your money...wait, I gave you all my money," Emmitt said. "Damn." |
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 14, 2017 3:03:37 GMT
"Well," she said, "please tell the tales of Prince Willem," she begged. "It's been such a dull affair so far and you're our best hope for excitement!" Willem gave a bark of laughter, before giving the princesses a brief truncated version of his life to date, who he had jousted with, who he had killed and where he had fought battles. He glossed over the Battle of Acorn Hill, where he had nearly lost both his freedom and his life. When he finished, he waved his now empty cup around at the rest of the hall. "Now if you think that was more exciting you must think that this a very dreary affair indeed." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 14, 2017 3:18:41 GMT
The princesses pepper him with questions throughout, and by their content they are clearly intelligent and attentive as an audience. When he finishes, the party is winding down, and Miriam smiled at him. "Well," she said, "I found it quite interesting. A prince masquerading as a hedge knight for years, making it on his own..." she nodded. "Very brave." The pair rose as everyone began clearing out. "Will we see you again, Prince Willem?"
(I'm closing this thread now, moving on to the post-riot new world order)
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 14, 2017 7:56:32 GMT
The princesses pepper him with questions throughout, and by their content they are clearly intelligent and attentive as an audience. When he finishes, the party is winding down, and Miriam smiled at him. "Well," she said, "I found it quite interesting. A prince masquerading as a hedge knight for years, making it on his own..." she nodded. "Very brave." The pair rose as everyone began clearing out. "Will we see you again, Prince Willem?" "No doubt." replied Willem. "Most likely at the tourney. I shall look for your support if I am not fighting a Valeman." he quipped, not really expecting them to agree. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 14, 2017 13:02:46 GMT
Miriam nodded. "Well, you shall have it," she said with a wink, and then they rose to leave. "At the tourney," she repeated as the last of the party goers left the hall.
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Post by Prince Geralt Gardener on Aug 14, 2017 20:14:10 GMT
Naomi let the coins clink in her hands, listening to the Bolton. "You make a good point.. A very good point." She smirked, then bid them a good night,"Thank you all for letting this poor Ironborn girl sit with you." Geralt pocketed what coin he had left, standing though he wobbled a bit from the drink, paying his respects to the men as they departed. "A pleasant evening to you, Captain," he said to Naomi, with a respectful nod of his head. "I am sure we will run into each other once more, as you seem as ever present as my own shadow." |
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 14, 2017 22:39:18 GMT
She raised her hand to him with a smile. "I'll be at the tourney."
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 18, 2017 17:32:51 GMT
Devan is a phenomenal dancer, his hips and legs moving in easy coordination, his arms strong and soft on her skin. He grins at her. "Did you not know men like us were in your backyard?" He asked. "Waiting for our chance?" As impressed as she was with his dancing, the man's attitude made her scowl. "Oh, you were waiting? What was stopping you? And what do you mean with 'men like you'?" She asked, looking about for some reason to stop dancing with him, whoever he was. |
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