First Debt

[debtfree]

[After Lysa Stark's little episode in the Vale, and finding himself summarily moved from the Tower of the Hand while he was injured, he had hoped not to wake up somewhere unexpected again for the rest of his life. Apparently that was too much to ask for.

There is the sound of banging through the journal as Tyrion kicks the door, trying to call a jailer's attention, not wanting to make a fool of himself by trying to open a doubtlessly locked door. When he speaks, his voice is almost mocking, with just a biting edge of sarcasm beneath it.]

I find that this is growing old. I don't mean to be ungrateful for the hospitality, it's only that I mustn't be away from King's Landing for too long or the whores all start despairing. It's a tragedy to let a pair of teats go to waste like that, you know, and I'm sure you don't want that on your conscience.

...Hello?

[When his usual patter is eliciting no response, not even a cursory yell to be quiet, he starts to lose the false humour from his voice, kicking the door again.]

Hey! HEY! Whatever my sister has paid you, I will double it. HELLO?

Comments

dictated;

[hullo_sweetie]

[Whores and teats. What a lovely gentleman]

Are you trapped somewhere in the castle?

[debtfree]

[That voice didn't sound as though it had come from behind the door, not to mention it was a woman and therefore not a guard.]

I have to wonder if that is a trick question, as the answer seems rather self evident.

dictated;

[persequor]

[ She speaks before she's aware of it. ]

The Imp.

[ The Others take the castle. It takes her brothers from her and brings the Imp? ]

[debtfree]

[Great. Just great. He should have known this would be connected with the Starks somehow, though he's more than a little surprised to hear her voice. He had thought she had perished.]

You speak very well for a corpse.

Dictated forever

[whichwayyoulean]

And the winner of the most PG entrance into Crapsack Castle goes to...

Anyway, this place doesn't take brides. Trust me, I've tried already.

[debtfree]

Everyone has a price, perhaps your bribes weren't lucrative enough.

[Excuse him while he gives the door another kick.]

GUESS WHAT? ACTION!!

[changethings]

[ For such a short man he sure knows how to make a hell of a lot of noise. It is for this reason Emma stops and opens the very unlocked door.

Enjoy the look on her face Tyrion, because she is certainly judging you for abusing the poor unlocked door. (spoiler: this is a lie.) ]

Just so you know? It's unlocked.

OH MY WORD!

[debtfree]

[He stumbles back as the door opens, taking a slightly defensive pose out of instinct. For once he is struck dumb, he has never seen garb quite like that before...]

That seems remarkably lax, if you ask me. Not every prisoner is as honest as I am.

[peacockherald]

_{[Well, don't you sound just dandy sir? Vanyel has been around much harsher language before, giving his profession at times, so it does not bother him to much, but... sometimes it is a bit humorous, what people think is happening to them precisely.]}

I doubt your sister had anything to do with where you are now.

[debtfree]

[Anyone who could say that had obviously never met Cersei, or they were too enamoured with her to think she could put a step wrong.]

You underestimate my sister, good sir.

i can never resist the call for teats

[molotov]

[No seriously. Is there even any contest?

Molotov is headed for the roof when there's suddenly a lot of annoying noise. Normally she'd ignore it, but then being paid comes up. That'll always incite some interest, even in a world where the money bores her.

She'll shoot the lock off the door and then push it open. Hope you moved back, stranger!]

I do not know your sister, but I would be happy to take your money anyway.

tyrion loves molotov already

[debtfree]

[He did move back, backpedalling against the wall with the strange sound of that shot ringing in his ears.

What... is she dressed (or not dressed) in?]

Those are welcome words to my ears.

dictated; and I'm running out

[wintercat]

[Hello, Tyrion. This is your favorite voice in the world, I am sure. And totally one you were expecting to hear again, right?]

Your sister? Are the lions at each other's throats now?

see you later!

[debtfree]

[Oh wonderful, apparently the Starks just don't stay dead any more. That's two of them that have popped up like weeds now.]

Lady Stark, this is a pleasure I didn't expect to have again.

Gets on the action bandwagon with Emma!

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[He was coming in from a day outside, dressed in green and gold, his black hair twisted into a knot on the side of his head and then let to flow long over his shoulder. It hid one ear and displayed the other - a new look he rather liked.

He was passed by when he heard the sounds of someone yelling and kicking at a door. Curious, he glided down the hall to the door and tapped lightly with his knuckles.]</sub>

Hello? Is everything all right?

o7

[debtfree]

[Back-stepping a few paces in case the door opened, Tyrion hadn't been expecting a knock and inquiry of quite that nature. What was going on here?!]

Oh yes, there is nothing quite like the thrill of waking up somewhere unrecognisable.

[heloise]

Your sister?

[debtfree]

Cersei Lannister. The queen.

You must know her, my lady. Arrogant, righteous, magnificent cheekbones?

not here;

[songsandstories]

[That voice. Her eyes are wide when she hears it. Part of the shock is the immediate guilt that she feels. She left, and more than likely Joffrey's death will be on his head. Part of her wants to ask if he is well, but she can't.

She can't reveal herself to him, because this is the very reason why she is Alayne.

Sansa Stark is no more as it were, though none here knew it. Instead, she needs to seek out Catelyn.]

[debtfree]

[Don't be like that, wife.

He would have sought her out had he known she was here, but he's a little busy dealing with his in-laws right now.]

dictated

[starhipped]

[Well, how .. shocking!]

You shouldn't say things like that! There are children around!

[debtfree]

Alas, good lady, all children grow up in time. They'll hear worse than a man bargaining for his freedom before they're dead and gone.

[ino]

[... lmao. less than impressed, this girl. flatly:]

The door's unlocked, you know.

[debtfree]

So I have been informed.

action

[adorbs]

[Nanako was just walking down the hall when she heard someone... yelling? and kicking a door? Uh oh, that sounds like trouble. She walks a little faster until she finds the door where the noise is coming from. At first she wonders if it's something dangerous, but it sounds like the man inside is... trapped? She wonders, is the door locked? For a moment she debates if she should go get help, but... if someone is trapped, then she should try to help them first :( So once there's a pause in the door kicking she'll come over to jiggle the handle before the door.......

opens?

N-Not quite sure what to do, she'll just poke her head into the room and look around to see who's stuck inside]

H-Hello?

[debtfree]

[He wasn't expecting the head that came through to be on a level with his own, startled expression rearranging into a soothing smile as quickly as possible.

If she's let him out by mistake, then Tyrion Lannister is not a man to spit in the eye of opportunity.]

Well, hello.

[its_worthdoing]

Oh wow. [Now even especially addressing him]. You are going to have a lot to adjust to.

[debtfree]

I don't actually plan to stay long enough to adjust.

[He has a life in King's Landing to get back to.]

(action) hope its okay

[not_like_the_rest]

(Normally Johanna would find this all terribly amusing, but she's in a mood at the moment because of all the people from Panem being pricks. So instead of doing anything close to helpful she sneaks up to the door without a sound. She takes the door nob and waits for another kick to the door. Right as he does that she swings the door wide open so he kicks air instead though.)

[debtfree]

[Never the most physically sturdy of people, he loses his balance when the door opens unexpectedly and falls onto his backside. Flushing red with embarrassment, he hurriedly gets to his feet again and dusts himself down.]

That was rather ill-timed.

[formercheerio]

So much for good company. [ That's just disgusting, Tyrion ]

[debtfree]

I can be excellent company, my lady. I fear being taken against my will sours my mood somewhat, however.

[withmymind]

There was no money.

[debtfree]

Then what did she pay you in order to do this?

[Sexual favours? It wouldn't be the first time, though it would be the first woman he knew of that Cersei had taken to bed.]

[msattentionspan]

[Her head tilts at the journal, someone said teats... was that--? She needs some clarification.]

Did you mean tits?

[dictated]

[dupable]

... Wow. I'm not sure that's something you want to say over the journals, dude.