on finally voicetesting and the horrors of canonpoints

[krakenoutofwater]

You've delayed my appearance long enough, my lady. I'm not planning to leave, but the company of these others in your head is drearier than the presence of my uncle Aeron, more bleak than the shores of Pyke itself. There's not even a single wench among them to lie with! What amusement can I find in such conditions as these?

[That's the least of his concerns, though.]

Regarding your "considerations"... There's nothing to consider. You'll find it a much better arrangement to keep me as far from the Dreadfort as possible. You must let me be from a time of before those events, not during, not after. Before.

[He's getting agitated, but it doesn't seem to be helping him accomplish anything. No, it'll probably just be more of the same taunting as always.]

One last matter to resolve... I don't understand what this notion of a choosing a "theme song" entails, but this is a cruel jest, and I won't allow further talk of it.

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[gelenka]

The title is fitting. [Dany is here to push your buttons, Theon.] So you wish to run from the events of your life? Is that truly the way of a Kraken?

[krakenoutofwater]

[Is she accusing him of being a craven? Is that to be the way of it, more mockery, the same as his father and his sister and all of their men?]

No, I wish to take control of the events of my life. It's nothing like running.

[gelenka]

You would change what happened in order to forge yourself a better future. [She can understand that to some degree, though she knows what happened to her gave her the strength to rule.] Do you seek the Iron Throne?

[krakenoutofwater]

[A better future. That sounds right. Any future could be better than the one his mun is holding above him as a torment. As for her question...]

Better than that. I would be King of the Iron Islands, of the entire north, and no longer bend the knee to who rules in the south.

[Upon his father's death of course, but in the meantime he would still be a prince, and hold his own lands and all that entailed. It all had such potential, so why did it have to turn so completely wrong?]

[gelenka]

[She arches an eyebrow challengingly, crossing her arms over her chest. Her violet eyes are fixed on him, unwavering.]

What would you do if someone threatened your rule? Would you meet them in battle?

[He doesn't need to know who she is yet. It's better that way.]

[krakenoutofwater]

[As if there could be any doubt at all for how he'd handle this... but, well... women. He's eyeing her too, up and down her body, but he's a little more cautious than he'd normally be, given, well, everything about what started this whole thing.]

Do you have any idea who I am? Where I come from? My house and its words? I'm Ironborn, and I would show my enemies no mercy.

[Just ignore the fact that he hasn't actually lived in that culture for half his life.]

[gelenka]

[Amusement dances in her eyes and her lips twitch almost into a smirk. Ironborn, hm? All it takes is the right amount of heat to melt iron and she has plenty of fire on hand.]

Why don't you tell me? [Cocking her head, she waits before continuing:] Then I might tell you my name.

[krakenoutofwater]

We can trade more than names, if we could find somewhere more suitable than this.

[Aaaaand yep, there it is. Damn it Theon, we wouldn't have this issue of you trying to pick up every female you see if we took you from a "later" time. :| She's a lot prettier than anyone he's had in recent memory, by far. Perhaps this would even cheer him up from these dark, depressing thoughts lingering in his mind.]

I'm Theon Greyjoy, and the words of my house are "We Do Not Sow." We take what we want with iron in battle, not gold... and if I have a chance to change what's to come, I will be crowned King of the North.

[gelenka]

[She doesn't help things by giving him a playful grin, all promise. Yes, she's good at that. Men have become more or less "a means to an end" (and we know what that end is) since Drogo's death. The men she actually cares for, she does not entangle in a romantic attachment.

Unless they're hot.]

Who knows what the future holds? [Pursing her lips, she glances away from him, sighing faintly.] I'm afraid we won't get along, Theon Greyjoy.

[Unless he concedes, of course.]

I am Daenerys "Stormborn" Targaryen, the last of my house. I will take what is rightfully mine with "Fire and Blood".

[krakenoutofwater]

A Targaryen... You've been alive, all this time...

[Theon's grin wavers, the improvement in his mood suddenly dashed just like that. But, wait, this doesn't have to be the end of all of his plans... no, this may be a means to get around this dreaded future. What does he care who sits the throne in the south? Perhaps this woman could be moved to strike a bargain, perhaps something more than that. Perhaps he could make her his own queen. He needs to know more of the man who would lead this attack, though, since he assumes she must have someone commanding her forces.]

You intend to wage war. [Fire and Blood are obvious enough in their meaning.] Who's going to lead your forces into this battle?

[gelenka]

I am. [No one but her can command her Dragons - and, even if they could, she wouldn't trust them with the task. It is her dream to ride Drogon into battle flanked by his brothers, Viserion and Rhaegal. The trio - along with their Mother - will be accompanied by the Unsullied and all those who hurry to join her cause.]

My children follow my orders. [Though Drogon is proving difficult. He is the reincarnation of Balerion the Black Dread indeed.] And I am the leader of the Unsullied.

Battle does not frighten me.

[krakenoutofwater]

Your children? [Theon looks amused. He is amused, by this entire thing. She barely looks old enough to have sons of an age to fight wars, and she's far, far too delicate-looking to be some warrior herself. Too pretty. Not Ironborn enough. Still, he can use all the help he can get, although he can't let it seem like desperation.] Then if you're so prepared for battle, let us join forces, and conquer it all- you could be my queen.

[gelenka]

You haven't heard of my Dragons? [Those who lead need not fight - particularly if they are riding a massive killing machine. Besides, she is tougher than she looks. She has survived starvation in a seemingly endless desert and conquered two cities.]

I seek to rule it all. I would only be second best as your Queen. [And that's if - if - he succeeds.]

[krakenoutofwater]

I've heard rumors, and little more. [He's been... distracted. Holding Winterfell turned into more trouble than it was worth. He always assumed they were only stories told by and to the gullible. But if that's true... Anyone with that kind of power probably could rule the Iron Throne, all of Westeros. This could be what he needs to alter the course of the future.] They must be powerful beasts... and capable of burning down entire cities?

I intend to keep the north as my own. I must keep what's rightfully mine and rule as king... Unless you have some interest in joining forces or bargaining.

[oftheflowers]

[ Yeah, you're just going a "Ohgodew" at the idea of what exactly would happen at the Deadfort.]

I'm not sure a single wench would make that idea any better.

[ Or any Wench. You're gay Loras.]

[motheroftitles]

[Don't mind another Dany coming in to keep you company, Theon.]

There's more to life than carnal delights - surely you find amusement in other things, do you not?

[krakenoutofwater]

[It IS. It's so much ew, and he doesn't want any part of it. He doesn't even want his mun's supposed compromise where he'll just go in for a little bit of the earlier maiming. No. No maiming. None, he wants none. That's how it needs to be.]

I'm not sure anything will make it any better, but I could bloody well use some distraction in the meanwhile.

[krakenoutofwater]

There's hunting, I suppose. Hitting a stag full of arrows provides some sense of satisfaction.

[But it's not the same type of satisfaction, and he wants to use this part of his, THAT HE WANTS TO ANNOUNCE THAT HE HAS. You hear that, mun? It is staying attached to him. :|]

[motheroftitles]

Mmm, so you have an obsession with penetration I see.

[Don't mind that smug little grin of hers.]

[Not that she really blames you for wanting to keep that favorite toy of yours, Theon - that was a very sad time!!]

[krakenoutofwater]

[Theon steps a little closer, feeling a bit of a grin at that. Look, he can't help it, you're better looking than the plain commoner girls he's used to having.]

Only because it's something with which I'm an expert.

[It really isn't something you want to make a man go through! He doesn't see any reason for even letting the possibility be considered.]

[motheroftitles]

[Targaryen blood will do that for you. Who would have figured incest would eventually produce a beauty with wit?]

There are many men who would make similar claims.

[And by many she means all of them.]

[krakenoutofwater]

But not all of them can back up those claims, while I can.

[Sure enough, this would be just the diversion he's needed from his troubles, and from the threats looming over him about that future.]

[motheroftitles]

I believe any man would say that as well. But rarely found is the man who actually proves such claims true.

You're saying you are one of those rarely-found men?

[krakenoutofwater]

That's entirely what I'm saying. Allow me the chance to prove it, and you'll have no reason to doubt me again.

[Because everyone ever is doubting him about everything lately.]

[motheroftitles]

You think I permit just anyone into my bed?

[She smirks though, finding amusement in his confidence.]

Tell me, have you any idea to whom you speak?