I. | audio | un: sparkler

[flashystyle]

Is... is this thing on? [Excuse the uh, distinct sound of someone tapping a screen like an old person.] Hello? Oh! There you are. Excellent.

So, now that we've gotten the world's-- sorry, the universe's biggest trust fall known to man and not-man, I think it's time we start popping the question. The real question. No hypotheticals, no, excuse me, [Dorian voice turning a pitch higher in imitation of... someone? Who knows. This is probably the collective voice of all of you. It's incredibly inaccurate.]

If I had the chance, I'd do it! They're a bad person! They killed hundreds of people, or... or one time they looked at me funny and they had shiny things galore! [ahem] We've all had drama against one another, with no real way of proving they're a terrible person other than the game of he said, she said, so! Let's get straight to it, shall we?

Have you, yes, you, killed someone or... something? Poof, gone, light left their eyes if they have them, turns out they're dead forever or it's like a five-minute deal. Whatever have you; it still counts if they stopped breathing.

If yes, why? Should we all expect a knife in our back? Get electrocuted to death? Be made to walk off a cliff? What are the qualifiers for this sort of thing, really? Personal vendettas? OR... perhaps you were playing the hero. [the deets, give the sweet deets.]

If no, well... I didn't think that far ahead, truth be told. You're more than likely surrounded by murderers, so... what's... a food you miss? Murderers can probably answer this as well, perhaps we'll find some sort of connection. [or, like, just listen to how many people you met have killed someone? have fun with that.]

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» voice, un: stormborn

[jelmazmo]

( And he'd been so charming last time. :c )

I have seen others killed, and ordered and watched executions. When that tag I was made to wear said I crush slavers, it meant literally.

( There's a pause. )

My brother died after my husband poured molten gold over his head. His just desserts.

( She could say that Viserys had abused her since she'd been a child, but nah. Why bother excusing something she feels entirely in the right about? )

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[flashystyle]

[No, he can still be charming?? He's only presumptuous and tactless sometimes!!]

...Oh. So... that's your average morning, then? Afternoon? Evening? Were you still in your honeymoon phase, or...?

[There's a tinge of anxiousness in his laugh, but only a little. He's glad this is through the network.]

I'm sorry, but you killed... all the slavers? That seems quite the feat.

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[jelmazmo]

Honeymoon? ( There's a distinct lack of recognition in her tone, and a long pause follows. ) No. My brother had just threatened to kill my baby.

( Does that clear things up? Dany most certainly believes it does. Viserys had resented her, then abused and used her to achieve his own ends. His pleas to her in the end had fallen upon ears more apathetic than deaf. )

Not all, I imagine. But enough for their entire system to collapse in upon itself. I left people I trust behind to help reshape their economy and keep the peace while new leaders are chosen.

On the road to Meereen, the 'Wise Masters' had crucified one hundred and sixty-three slave children. One for each mile marker between where I landed and the city itself. I answered injustice with justice.

[flashystyle]

[There was a fraction of a second where Dorian considered explaining what a honeymoon was. Then there was threats against babies, then dead children, and he really doesn't know what to do with anything else.]

I... did not consider that you also stuck advisers around, after all that... answering of injustice. [Ha, ha, one hundred and sixty-three slave children! He's still getting a hold on that.] What exactly is your title, again...?

you had him ask this on purpose and i love it

[jelmazmo]

( It must be somewhat akin to how she might feel to hear of immortal undead magic users attempting to rule the world, perhaps. Were he to speak of them. )

Of course, else the region would simply collapse into anarchy or fall back upon old, destructive habits.

( She pauses, pride bleeding through her cool tone in every word she utters next: ) 'Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, Breaker of Chains.'

And I have earned each and every one.

[flashystyle]

[Dorian keeps opening his mouth like it's going to be over any time soon, only to sit there and stare at his device as it keeps going on. And on. And on. And... on. There's a silence, like he might be too afraid to interrupt.]

Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if you were... done... Do you say that every time you step into a room, or do you pay for someone to do it for you?

[jelmazmo]

( Isn't he a cheeky one. )

I pay someone to do so for me — sadly, she slumbers at the moment, so I must needs do the duty myself.

[flashystyle]

That sounds as if you need a replacement. Is my voice commanding enough for you to garner some coin following you around, or are you seeking another candidate?

[jelmazmo]

Missandei is one of my dearest friends; replacing her is impossible. But none have volunteered to fill her position in the interim until just now.

And it's quite pleasant, actually.