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[Fiddles with the communicator strapped tightly to his right wrist and glares as the picture comes into focus. Doing anything that requires fine motor control with just his left hand is still difficult, and even fastening buttons takes time. Add completely unfamiliar technology into the mix, and he's lucky he can even turn it on. He's waited until he found the inn the... what was that little white dwarf-bear with the red puff-ball called again? Oh... Moogle... The inn that the moogle directed him to and arranged for a room before trying to turn it on.]

I must admit, it is almost refreshing to be told that I need to introduce myself, though talking to a box on my wrist seems to be an odd way of doing it. Some sort of sorcery perhaps?

[A pained expression spreads over his face. Tyrion would have been fascinated by this. HE would have had ideas. HE would have poked and prodded at the little box and muttered about old books and maesters and theories. But Tyrion isn't here.]

I am Jaime Lannister, son of... no, I suppose that doesn't matter here, if you don't know the Lannister name. Suffice to say, I am a knight and a warrior...

[He looks down at the stump where his right hand once was.]

Though there's less of me than there used to be.

I've been told there are others here from many worlds... if there are any here from mine, be it Westeros, or the Free Cities, or Essos, you know my name, and I offer you... if not my friendship, then my help in getting back to where we came from.

And Brienne, if you're here... wake up and find the Stark girl, and SEVEN HELLS, stop following me! Unless you can't wake up either. If that's the case, I might have a use for that sword arm of yours and that very fine sword I gave you. I seem to be unarmed. Most embarrassing for a knight of the kingsguard, wouldn't you say?

[He pokes warily at the communicator again, and it lets out a shrill screech before turning off. The pricklemane that's been following him since he agreed to let the moogle help him synthesize it, and is now laying at his feet, winces and hisses at him, but doesn't move away from him. Jaime rather wishes that it would just go away, but doesn't think it worth the trouble to drive it off.]

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[Jaime laughs.]

I suppose you're right. I wouldn't want an enemy with me, and I wouldn't wish it on my friends. Well, I wouldn't wish it on most of them.

My thanks for the warning. I don't suppose a lot of wine helps one slip into dreamless slumber?

[He does not like the sound of these dreams within the dream. His dreams back in the "real world" are usually awful enough.

He shifts on the bed in his room at the inn. It's comfortable enough, he supposes, but he's realizing that he's going to need more permanent accommodations... and a way to pay for them. He's never been without ready gold before, and the lack of it concerns him.]

You seem to be a man who knows things. How does one find a place to live and the means to pay for it in this place?

[Oh, you are going to get along with him fabulously if you can laugh at his idiocy and mention alcohol in the same breath.]

Not so much. There doesn't seem to be a way to avoid these. [And Tony's nightmares were already debilitating without the help.

Oh, right you are, but he's not normally one to flaunt it. Really. He laughs lightly at Jaime's question, but only because the answer is still absurd to him.]

I'm going to take the liberty of assuming that you have yourself a rainbow-colored, co-dependent critter of your own, by this point? Well, around town, and the next town, etcetera, you'll find other creatures like it, except these are darker colors and will not hesitate to attempt to eat your face.

Kill them and they shatter into 'munny', you should have some in your 'welcome package', and sometimes other pieces that you can collect to make more dream eaters.

And yeah, I didn't believe it either, but it's legitimately the currency here.

Anyway, as far as somewhere to live, most people seem perfectly content in the hotel. There are other apartments and small houses available, from what I'm told, but I haven't really pursued real estate, myself. The moogles pretty much run the town's resources. [Which he's still having trouble fathoming.]

[While he's relieved that he isn't going to have to drink himself into a stupor in order to avoid the dreams (he likes wine well enough, but knows too much of it dulls his reflexes), he isn't looking forward to falling asleep, now.]

[He listens to the explanation of the town's economics with interest. Other people have mentioned hunting Nightmares, and this seems to be how the process works.]

I do have this creature... [He points the monitor at his pricklemane.]

So, if I understand correctly, we're to go hunt some Nightmares, kill them so they shatter into munny, and exchange the munny for what we need.

[Jaime's having a hard time believing it too, but the pricklemane has started scratching at the door as if to say, Let's go!]

[He looks around the snug little room.]

This good enough for me for the time being, I suppose. It's not as if I have many belongings with me.

By the way, I didn't catch you name, Master...

[Jaime is going to be quite surprised to learn that this is the Stark Wash has been complaining about.]

{ooc: jsdhfkjdhs five days, omg, I'm so sorry. DX}

[It has definitely been far too easy to just sit back and play house here. If he was the meddling type, there seem to be plenty of Personal Problems wandering about, but he really hasn't gotten out of the garage much to play socialite. Besides, it seems the mountain just keeps coming to him, anyway.

When Jaime angles the communicator to show his pricklemane, Tony's komory bat decides to swoop in and land on his usual perch in order to omg new friend! hihihi!. His 'usual perch' just happens to be on Tony's head. Tony ignores him entirely.]

It's almost too simple, but of everything worth complaining about here, that isn't even in the top ten. And keep an eye on your new hunting buddy. It'll impress you.

[Not said lightly. Not a whole lot actually impresses this man, anymore.

Tony can relate to the somewhat refreshing feeling of having to introduce one's self. But Master, oh god, no, his ego does not need that, and he loves it. He smirks, he can't help it, but somehow it manages to be a little apologetic. Apparently his reputation has preceded him. ~~Wash is a dick.~~]

Tony Stark.

{ooc: No worries! I've been slow too. Beginning of the semester and all...}

[At hearing the name, Jaime's eyebrows arch in surprise, and he smiles in an attempt not to laugh. It may be a little mocking, but it's not malicious. There's a healthy dose of self-deprecation here.]

Stark? So, YOU are the Stark that's here?

[Unbidden, his imagination adds Tony to his memories of the Stark family at Winterfell. It's so incongruous that he can't help but laugh.]

I don't mean to mock your name, Master Stark, but there is a House that shares it where I come from and... you are not like them. You seem to be possessed of a sense of humor, for one, and you haven't gone all stony-faced and droned on about Winter OR honor yet...

[He chuckles to himself. Making fun of the Starks back home is almost too easy to be fun, but still, if the targets present themselves... he can' resist.

The pricklemane peers at the image of the bat on Tony's head and mews a friendly, "Hello, little bat! My person seems to like your person, so I'd like to be friends!"

Jaime scratches the pricklemane behind the ears.]

Thank you for the tip. I am ready to be impressed...

[The pricklemane jumps off his lap and runs over to the door. "Well come on, then, Person of Mine! Let me show you what I can do!"]

{ooc: thank you for being awesome and patient; I kind of suck, right now. DX <3}

Ahh, so my reputation preceded me.

[Tony's eyes narrow, but the laughter is infectious, and soon enough he's grinning. These other Starks definitely sound like they could be related to him, albeit clearly distantly. Or maybe that's just because he hasn't actually had any contact with family in decades. He's not even sure if he has living family... ...and on that happy thought.]

No, no, mock away, it's comforting. [He laughs] And, call me Tony. [All that Master, however polite, is simultaneously going to go to his head while also reminding him of being a small child growing up with a butler.]

[Dingbat makes a small noise, finally, and Tony sighs, reaching up to scritch him under a wing.]

Some training may be necessary for the full effect, but with a little practice... they're definitely something.

{OOC: SEVEN HELLS. I was just trying to remind myself of something in this thread, and I realized a posted this comment a while ago as a new reply and not a reply to your reply. *smacks forehead*}

Very well then, Tony.

[Jaime smiles broadly. He likes being just Jaime here, and he supposes there are others who might also appreciate the informality. He does wonder why Tony has the kind of reputation the precedes him. Best not to ask, though.]

I've trained war horses before, but never... anything like this.

[He wonders how Tony went about training his bat. At least the pricklemane somewhat resembles an animal one would take on the hunt... if you turn your head sideways and squint.

His mention of horses makes something click about the image of slightly-dirty Tony. He's been wondering this for a while.]

In the world that you come from... were you a blacksmith?

[He knows the moogles will provide him what he needs, but knowing who among the residents of the town can do what seems like a good idea.]

{ooc: aaaahahah, omg, I'm sorry. DX I used to be better at staying on top of these things, but alas.}

[Tony laughs and runs a hand through his hair, grinning because he can't help it. Yeah, technically he knows his way around a forge, hell he pounded out the Mark I suit in a cave using a forge, but... A blacksmith he is not.]

Yeah, no. I'm familiar with a forge, but I'm no blacksmith. I'm an engineer. Often a mechanic. Sometimes a vigilante, but mostly engineer.

[He smirks and shrugs. Yeah, he realizes that will make probably absolutely no sense, sorry Jaime, come by the garage some time and he'll show you what he means.]

As far as training your little buddy there, I prefer practical experience, myself, but there are games you can play with them that supposedly help. One of the moogles should be able to point you in the right direction, there.

{ooc: if you would like to wrap up our thread, I totally understand, and am fine with us agreeing on a summarized version; or if you'd like to keep hashing it out I'm totally down for that, too. I will put much more effort into tagging in a timely matter in the future, I am very sorry I've dropped the ball on you so much.}

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