Jaime Lannister (
born_a_lion) wrote in
eachdraidh2014-04-10 01:33 pm
[VIDEO] Looking for a Girl
[He frowns down at the open locket, perplexed. He’s been told that he need only speak, and it will carry his message to the masses. He can’t imagine how, though. And he’s not entirely convinced that he’s not being made a fool of. But it seems he has little lose except a bit of dignity, perhaps, and at the moment, at least, there’s no one around to see him. So he clears his throat, takes a breath, and speaks.]
I’m looking for someone.
[He pauses, feeling decidedly foolish. But the thought of finding Cersei is enough to spur him on.]
My sister, to be precise. Cersei. She’s very pretty. Blonde hair, green eyes… Essentially, me with tits. If you can help me find her, you’ll be handsomely rewarded.
[He offers his faceless audience a charming grin. He’s not entirely sure that his coin will be any good here, but gold is gold, is it not? And if his gold somehow fails him, well… he’ll find some way to repay the favor.]
Take me to her, and I’ll truly be in your debt. So long as she is unharmed, of course. If you’re thinking she’d make a lucrative hostage, rest assured, I will pay you back - in steel, not gold.
So. I believe that covers it. I’ll be waiting.
[And with that he snaps the locket shut, feeling a good deal more hopeful than he had just a few minutes ago. Cersei is far from quiet. Surely someone who’s encountered her will see his message. She may even see it herself.
He’ll be seeing her soon. He’s sure of it. And when he does… well, he’ll just have to demonstrate precisely how much he has missed her.]
I’m looking for someone.
[He pauses, feeling decidedly foolish. But the thought of finding Cersei is enough to spur him on.]
My sister, to be precise. Cersei. She’s very pretty. Blonde hair, green eyes… Essentially, me with tits. If you can help me find her, you’ll be handsomely rewarded.
[He offers his faceless audience a charming grin. He’s not entirely sure that his coin will be any good here, but gold is gold, is it not? And if his gold somehow fails him, well… he’ll find some way to repay the favor.]
Take me to her, and I’ll truly be in your debt. So long as she is unharmed, of course. If you’re thinking she’d make a lucrative hostage, rest assured, I will pay you back - in steel, not gold.
So. I believe that covers it. I’ll be waiting.
[And with that he snaps the locket shut, feeling a good deal more hopeful than he had just a few minutes ago. Cersei is far from quiet. Surely someone who’s encountered her will see his message. She may even see it herself.
He’ll be seeing her soon. He’s sure of it. And when he does… well, he’ll just have to demonstrate precisely how much he has missed her.]

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[the answer to literally every inexplicable thing that happens ever. and not a hard thing to accept, given the shenanigans he puts up with regularly.]
I know it sounds ridiculous at first, but it's true. I mean, I've never heard of King's Landing, so I'm pretty sure that at least we come from two very different places. And I don't know if magic is really a thing where you're from, maybe that's why it's harder for you to believe, but it's definitely real in my world.
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[He makes no attempt to hide his incredulity. The boy must be mad. Or delusional. Or terribly misinformed. And yet...]
What makes you so sure? [Because that's the one thing bothering him here. He sounds so completely and utterly certain. Not mad at all.]
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[wisely, he's not going into the whole "my father is a god" thing, to avoid really sounding crazy.]
Here, it's just the only thing that makes sense.
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And where is it that you come from?
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Earth, I guess? I'm from the US myself, but I doubt that makes any sense to anyone who isn't from there themselves.
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No. No, it doesn't...
[None of this makes any sense. He's never felt so... lost.]
You're saying we were brought here by... magic... [It still sounds ridiculous.] But... why? By who?
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[as someone who suffered from actual amnesia for a while: welcome to his life.]
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Well. Thank you for all your... help. [He has more questions now than answers, but that's hardly the boy's fault.]
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