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[thebeggar]

...Do you really think this is a good idea, my little fool?

You do realize that when you toy with fire, you're more than likely to get burned. I have no time for someone as low as you. The people crave for the return of their one true king and it's my destiny to go to them. I care not for my sister. That whore can stay wedded to that monster for the rest of her miserable life as long as I get my army.

As much as I detest Dothraki for their less than civilized manners, I'll admit I see them as a useful asset for my conquest of Westeros. They'll help me reclaim the throne and soon everything shall be right for the realm.

A fantastic idea, no? Now tell me, where do you fit in with all this, hm?

See, I have no use for you.

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[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ Viserys, Viserys, the scion who lived and fled
Might've made a better king
If he were less inbred ♪

[thebeggar]

Mind yourself, minstrel! I have half of mind to gut you with my sword for that.

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ There's no need to be angry over a little thing like that
I've heard that in the end you get a magnificent shiny hat ♪

[fotlenke]

Yes, yes. Lovely speech...


Loki.

[thebeggar]

...Who?

My dear, I do believe you have me confused for someone else.

[fotlenke]

After a long segment of time, the, affectionately dubbed, Crazies all sound so similar.

[draak]

If you care little for the blood of family, I fear what matters to you even less.

[thebeggar]

[ With violet eyes as wide as saucers now, Viserys finds himself unable to say anything once this dragon appears before him. For the first time in his life, the young prince is stunned to silence. He never expected to see a living dragon with his own eyes, especially one as large as this one. Of course, he knew that dragons once existed long ago but never until now did he ever see one. ]

...You're real?

[ He's half expecting the dragon to vanish as soon as he blinks his eyes. ]

[draak]

[ Oh, he's seen Targaryen ilk before, Viserys. That little sister has quite the way with words, but he's yet to form an opinion of her brother.

Sinking down on his haunches, he tucks his wings away and gives a solemn nod. ]

I do hope so after all this time.

[draconic]

[ uh-oh. ]

... Please, Viserys, you should not speak so to your mundane.

[ yes, early book 1 Daenerys is clearly the best character to throw at this post. ]

[thebeggar]

[ Because we all know "Khalessi!Dany" wouldn't put up with his bullshit for long. ]

Oh?

[ He stares at Dany for a brief moment before laughing harshly in her face.]

Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do regarding my mundane, hm? Who do you think you are?

[draconic]

I... I only meant...

[ she lowers her eyes. It wasn't that way — Viserys is her king and elder, how could she ever seek to command him? ]

Mundanes are quick to anger when their orders are not followed. [ much like a certain brother... ] I don't want you to be hurt.

[heartisabattleground]

[Well that's a bit rude, don't you think?]

Hey, that's enough! You wouldn't be here if it weren't for your mun.

[thebeggar]

[ Who gives a damn? He's the True King of Westeros! Viserys doesn't need to be nice. ]

Really now? Somehow I doubt that, little one.

[heartisabattleground]

Oh really, how can you be talking than if it weren't for your mun?

[He folds his arms glaring up at Viserys.]

[scaledback]

Viserys...


You don't know what you speak of. I...I don't understand how you've come to be here, but for your own sake, don't proclaim your intentions so quick.

[thebeggar]

Mind your business! Does this have anything to do with you, dear sister?

I think not! You're only purpose is to wed that barbarian and give me I need from his clan of dirt munchers.

[ He smirks vaguely. ]

Nothing more and nothing less.


(ooc: sorry! I passed out last night! I meant to tag you sooner)

[scaledback]

[ she frowns, posture straightening ]

Then you will find yourself wanting yet again, brother. The khalasar doesn't belong to you.

[unburnt]

Mind your tongue, brother. There are those here who would see it taken from your mouth.

[thebeggar]

[ He pins a doubtful glare on her. ]

And you need to mind your tone, dear sister. That is unless you wish to provoke my wrath.

[classiest]

You know, if you're as useful as much as you whine about your jealousy and threaten with what you don't have, you're very empty.

And very small.

And, again, mostly empty.

After all, the only way to produce fire is by the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various products that you can use.

For example: You can use fire to kill things.

[thebeggar]

[ What? Just what? The True King of Westeros is stunned to silence here since he cannot figure out what this odd creature is supposed to be. It looks like a talking potato to him, but that's just silly. ]

Away with you, foul specter!

I grow weary of having to deal with such worthless beings.

[hoorayformcnuggets]

...And this is totally where I come in and say I hope you fail and you suck right?


Because you suck and I hope you fail.

[thebeggar]

Bite your tongue, woman! I certainly know of better ways you could use it rather than sling insults at me.

[hearme]

[Cersei's counting on the fact that nobody else can hear her. She would never be so brazen in a public setting, where she can be quoted. Here, though, she smiles condescendingly and sighs.]

You poor, misinformed little thing. You have no chance of acquiring the throne. The world has moved on from your petty complaints and the Baratheons will continue to rule. My husband is King, my son will be King and his son will be King. The Baratheon's reign shall endure. Your tantrums have and will continue to do nothing.

So good luck with your pitiful attempt at a rebellion, armed with simple savages who are afraid of water. You will need all the help you can get.