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video; un: eproghuefgdzptrrw
[ Unlike any of Byerly’s previous posts, which consisted of him monologuing interminably, this post looks to be a dialogue. There are actually two people on screen - Byerly’s lanky, elegant, sloe-eyed self, and next to him a small odd-looking fellow with intense features and a too-large head set on a hunched spine. For all the differences between them, though, the two look like they could be brothers, or at least cousins - similar noses, similar bone structure, similar skin tone, similar hair color. Ah, the products of Barrayaran inbreeding.
You can tell who set up the camera by the framing. Byerly is centered, and sitting at an angle that best shows off his fine features. Miles Vorkosigan, the small fellow, is squished off into a corner of the frame. By is the first to speak, too. ]
Bonsoir, lovely fellows and ladies. Your bosom friend and brother Byerly here with an important announcement. Though you have known me as His Imperial Majesty Byerly II of Barrayar, now I’m just plain By, because my position has been usurped. [ A fake mournful sigh. ] Brutal civil war. Deadly. Horrible. I’ve been dealt a monstrous blow.
[ Miles, meanwhile, just kind of rolls his eyes skyward. Spare him from his cousin’s melodrama. ] If by “usurped” you mean “assumed rightful authority,” then yes. I usurped you. With little resistance, I might add. [ A pause; he straightens his small frame as best he can - not that it’s especially effective given the camera angle. ] Did you really go around calling yourself His Imperial Majesty Byerly II?
But of course. [ Byerly blinks in mock-innocence. ] Sire, don’t tell me that you don’t see the Imperial office as worthy of respect. I was simply demanding the dignity due to the camp stool.
Is it more dignified to lose it to a civil war too? [ Miles arches a brow in turn. ] I could fight you, I suppose.
Oh, please don’t do that, sire. [ By’s expression is a reasonable approximation of pained. ] I don’t want to hurt you. He’s very fragile, you see. [ The last is said conspiratorially to the audience, as though Miles couldn’t hear. And, swiftly, before he can be executed for treason - ] So I wished to introduce my dear sometime-cousin and current-overlord to the network, as a grand announcement of an enormous life change, and an announcement that I will of course be hosting a coronation party for him.
-- What?
[ There’s not even the slightest twinkle of amusement in Byerly’s face; he looks perfectly solemn as he explains - ]
It is, of course, customary for those invited to a coronation to bring gifts of tribute. I would not presume to speak for my lord Emperor, but I might suggest gifts of alcohol. Or something a little harder than alcohol? A fellow does grow tired of only being drunk, and the Emperor is quite a fan of stimulants, which is why you’ll hear him babble endlessly, all the time. Would that suit you, sire?
[ Miles has been working his mouth like a frog in the background this whole time; he still sputters a moment, staring at Byerly in disbelief. ] I never agreed to a party, By -- [ He interrupts himself with a beautiful stream of cursing in Greek. ] For god’s sake, that won’t be necessary.
[ Loudly, speaking over his Emperor - ] That sounds like a yes to me! I’ll see you all tomorrow night. [ And with a wink, he cuts the feed. ]
[ ooc: blue is Byerly, red is Miles ]
You can tell who set up the camera by the framing. Byerly is centered, and sitting at an angle that best shows off his fine features. Miles Vorkosigan, the small fellow, is squished off into a corner of the frame. By is the first to speak, too. ]
Bonsoir, lovely fellows and ladies. Your bosom friend and brother Byerly here with an important announcement. Though you have known me as His Imperial Majesty Byerly II of Barrayar, now I’m just plain By, because my position has been usurped. [ A fake mournful sigh. ] Brutal civil war. Deadly. Horrible. I’ve been dealt a monstrous blow.
[ Miles, meanwhile, just kind of rolls his eyes skyward. Spare him from his cousin’s melodrama. ] If by “usurped” you mean “assumed rightful authority,” then yes. I usurped you. With little resistance, I might add. [ A pause; he straightens his small frame as best he can - not that it’s especially effective given the camera angle. ] Did you really go around calling yourself His Imperial Majesty Byerly II?
But of course. [ Byerly blinks in mock-innocence. ] Sire, don’t tell me that you don’t see the Imperial office as worthy of respect. I was simply demanding the dignity due to the camp stool.
Is it more dignified to lose it to a civil war too? [ Miles arches a brow in turn. ] I could fight you, I suppose.
Oh, please don’t do that, sire. [ By’s expression is a reasonable approximation of pained. ] I don’t want to hurt you. He’s very fragile, you see. [ The last is said conspiratorially to the audience, as though Miles couldn’t hear. And, swiftly, before he can be executed for treason - ] So I wished to introduce my dear sometime-cousin and current-overlord to the network, as a grand announcement of an enormous life change, and an announcement that I will of course be hosting a coronation party for him.
-- What?
[ There’s not even the slightest twinkle of amusement in Byerly’s face; he looks perfectly solemn as he explains - ]
It is, of course, customary for those invited to a coronation to bring gifts of tribute. I would not presume to speak for my lord Emperor, but I might suggest gifts of alcohol. Or something a little harder than alcohol? A fellow does grow tired of only being drunk, and the Emperor is quite a fan of stimulants, which is why you’ll hear him babble endlessly, all the time. Would that suit you, sire?
[ Miles has been working his mouth like a frog in the background this whole time; he still sputters a moment, staring at Byerly in disbelief. ] I never agreed to a party, By -- [ He interrupts himself with a beautiful stream of cursing in Greek. ] For god’s sake, that won’t be necessary.
[ Loudly, speaking over his Emperor - ] That sounds like a yes to me! I’ll see you all tomorrow night. [ And with a wink, he cuts the feed. ]
[ ooc: blue is Byerly, red is Miles ]
IN PERSON
Are you serious? A coronation party?
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No one threw me one. You should be grateful. You're getting more than I did.
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voice; un: valiant
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Ah, my lady. Your voice is much more pleasant than my compatriot's. May I ask who you are?
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[ What do you mean you're not talking to him? ]
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ALSO IN PERSON
He comes down quietly, listening to the very tail end of Byerly's National Broadcast, and arranges himself in a dramatic drape against one side of the doorway. Made more or less dramatic, who knows, by the fact he's wearing light grey pyjamas with little flowers on, and a beautifully decorated green silk kimono.
He's not looking at Byerly. He's seen his friend before, in cryofreeze and in Byerly (and other's) thoughts. Though, not looking quite so embarrassed.
Why not be kind and help with that?]
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
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No angels here.
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video;
Hallo, another one? Does he assault people in cupboards too?
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video;
[ By looks rather put out. ]
Another what? Vorkosigan is an entirely different breed from me.
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Text -|- un: nunya (because she can't resist, By.)
But hey, it's nice you've found someone to be weird with. You make a cute couple.
un: vorkosigan
... And I've no interest in men, thank you.
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But au contraire, my lady; I'm no longer an Emperor at all.
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voice, un: nash
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[ He sighs. ]
No, that title belongs to young Miles, now.
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Video -|- un: tepes
It's been quite a while since I've been to a coronation. I'm not entirely certain what I might be able to bring as a gift, newly come myself, but would well wishes suffice?
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Well wishes are quite enough. Unless you can manage to find a bottle of something entertaining, perhaps.
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voice | un: sparkler
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I'm eighteen, thank you. Quite old enough to drink as I like.
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IT'S COOL, I JUST PASSED OUT FOR A WHILE
OK JUST MAKING SURE
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video | un: colt.saa
[ said with a smile on his face. ]
You might want to be careful over who you invite. Some out there don't take kindly to the aristocracy.
[ he's joking of course. ]
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[ By grins right back. ]
The wicked fairy is denied an invitation to the Tsarevna's christening?
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text; un: Iceheart
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Text
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[ NO. SURPRISE. None. ]
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video » un: killjoy
Someone doesn't seem to like your idea.
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I don't know why. Who doesn't like a party?
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text; un: armstrong
Don't expect it to mean much.
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video; un: swan
[ that is what this is, right?]
The rest of it was kind of excessive.
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Dear woman! I was simply attempting to make an important diplomatic announcement.
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text; un: unchained
olympia or wyver?
[aka how many dirty looks he gonna have to endure in order to get there]
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video; un: stormsend
[ gods be good, Byerly. ]
Re: video; un: stormsend
[ By smiles easily. ]
If it was an illusion before, now it's real. After all, His Imperial Majesty has dominion over me, no?
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text | royals_fan
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