One. The Dragon in Pentos
Aug. 12th, 2011 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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{Close up shot of narrowed, pale lilac eyes. Oh yes, pale lilac. The video feed cuts out almost as quickly as it began.}
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{He finally stops pressing the f button and presses a bigger one. Audio begins transmitting.} --sorcery from the Shadow Lands? Illyrio! Get in here! You'll never believe what that slut did to me!
{He jabs another button. The video feed starts up again. The picture becomes erratic and shaky before fixing on a ceiling painted with an intricate mural of dragons. There's a sound that's either chuckling or sobbing or an odd blending of the two.}
I am the dragon, and she dared - she dared - really, Illyrio, what is this thing? Do you think this, this sorcery box will make up for the eggs? It won't buy me an army. What do these buttons do? Why am I still talking to the air? I know you can hear me. You always had your spies listening in on me. Don't think I didn't know. The dragon knows.
{He takes a closer look at the front of the sorcery box again, so we see his face. Gaunt, with hard lines, tanned from his recent sojourn across the Dothraki Sea. His eyes are fever-bright, his hair a mess of silvery-gold tangles. He touches his forehead, then the top of his head, with a trembling hand.}
Those savages will need to be burned. I'm thinking alive so I can hear their screaming. Yes. Alive. I'll dig a pit and burn the women and children. The men will take Westeros for me. If not, they can burn, too. Illyrio. Illyrio, you landed sea whale, get in here.
{{{OOC: Enter Viserys! Feel free to think he's another of Harry Lloyd's roles in effeminate contacts and a cheap white wig!}}}
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{Close up shot of narrowed, pale lilac eyes. Oh yes, pale lilac. The video feed cuts out almost as quickly as it began.}
fffffffffff
{He finally stops pressing the f button and presses a bigger one. Audio begins transmitting.} --sorcery from the Shadow Lands? Illyrio! Get in here! You'll never believe what that slut did to me!
{He jabs another button. The video feed starts up again. The picture becomes erratic and shaky before fixing on a ceiling painted with an intricate mural of dragons. There's a sound that's either chuckling or sobbing or an odd blending of the two.}
I am the dragon, and she dared - she dared - really, Illyrio, what is this thing? Do you think this, this sorcery box will make up for the eggs? It won't buy me an army. What do these buttons do? Why am I still talking to the air? I know you can hear me. You always had your spies listening in on me. Don't think I didn't know. The dragon knows.
{He takes a closer look at the front of the sorcery box again, so we see his face. Gaunt, with hard lines, tanned from his recent sojourn across the Dothraki Sea. His eyes are fever-bright, his hair a mess of silvery-gold tangles. He touches his forehead, then the top of his head, with a trembling hand.}
Those savages will need to be burned. I'm thinking alive so I can hear their screaming. Yes. Alive. I'll dig a pit and burn the women and children. The men will take Westeros for me. If not, they can burn, too. Illyrio. Illyrio, you landed sea whale, get in here.
{{{OOC: Enter Viserys! Feel free to think he's another of Harry Lloyd's roles in effeminate contacts and a cheap white wig!}}}
