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revenance_comms2013-08-13 06:48 pm
onlyrescuesmaidens) wrote in revenance_comms2013-08-13 06:48 pm
Comm Post: First of Its Name [video/audio]
[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.]
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.]
[video]
[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.}