Entry tags:
- borderlands: rhys,
- dragon age: dorian,
- dragonball: kale,
- fate/: cu chulainn (lancer),
- fullmetal alchemist: olivier armstrong,
- killjoys: dutch,
- les miserables: enjolras,
- les miserables: grantaire,
- mcu: jessica jones,
- metal gear: adamska (revolver ocelot),
- riverdale: cheryl blossom,
- the vorkosigan saga: byerly vorrutyer
video; un: eproghuefgdzptrrw
[ Byerly, a handsome fellow with a hard-to-place accent that just sounds a bit different, is lounging on a couch. The angle isn't entirely flattering, since he's filming himself while laying supine, and so there's a view sort of halfway up his nostrils that is a little bit too much information. A bottle of brandy dangles from one hand, and his voice is slurring just a bit. This fellow seems quite drunk. ]
Bonsoir, you grunting peasants and cultureless rubes, and happy Winterfair to all. For those of you who are cultureless monsters, Winterfair is a time when gifts are exchanged and joy is had. My gift to you is that I won't call any of you peasants again for the duration of this broadcast. Winterfair was also the last Emperor's birthday, or thereabouts, which meant everyone had to give him their taxes for the year, but mine's not till later, so you don't need to pay me till then. I'll let you know when taxes are due. Start saving up now.
So what should you all give me instead? I suppose to begin with you could entertain me. What do you say, my cream puffs - a little game of two truths and a lie? You know the rules, since the rules are literally the name of the game. Go on, play with me, do. I'll start. I'm currently rightful Emperor of Barrayar, my great grandfather Pierre once showed up to a Winterfair ball soaked in blood to send a message, I'm terrible in bed.
Anyone who opts out of the game, I'm going to assume they're simply too in love with me to speak with me, so don't play at your own risk.
[ He winks, and then lifts the brandy to his mouth - and it apparently goes down at a bad angle, because he sits up, coughing and spluttering and getting alcohol down his front before he shuts off the feed. ]
Bonsoir, you grunting peasants and cultureless rubes, and happy Winterfair to all. For those of you who are cultureless monsters, Winterfair is a time when gifts are exchanged and joy is had. My gift to you is that I won't call any of you peasants again for the duration of this broadcast. Winterfair was also the last Emperor's birthday, or thereabouts, which meant everyone had to give him their taxes for the year, but mine's not till later, so you don't need to pay me till then. I'll let you know when taxes are due. Start saving up now.
So what should you all give me instead? I suppose to begin with you could entertain me. What do you say, my cream puffs - a little game of two truths and a lie? You know the rules, since the rules are literally the name of the game. Go on, play with me, do. I'll start. I'm currently rightful Emperor of Barrayar, my great grandfather Pierre once showed up to a Winterfair ball soaked in blood to send a message, I'm terrible in bed.
Anyone who opts out of the game, I'm going to assume they're simply too in love with me to speak with me, so don't play at your own risk.
[ He winks, and then lifts the brandy to his mouth - and it apparently goes down at a bad angle, because he sits up, coughing and spluttering and getting alcohol down his front before he shuts off the feed. ]

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My turn to give it a shot then? Lets see...I've once been part of a foursome, A demon once offered me a brand new ship, and I learned my style of fighting from an assassin.
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[ He purses his lips in genuine thought. ]
I'm going to guess it's the second one. I would assume a demon would see that you couldn't be bought so cheaply.
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[She just shrugs while shaking her head.]
Anyway unfortunately the first is false, not that I'm averse to it.
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[She grins knowingly with a brow raised in full knowledge that he knows what she means.]
So, does that mean you have people in mind or do you want to give another round of this game of yours a go for now?
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[ He makes a little show of thinking. ]
Hm. I despise the cold, I don't know how to swim...and I like it best when the woman's on top.
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