Closed RP - Nefarious plotting - Jaime, Olympia
((Takes place directly after this))
It's actually been a good day. Nothing hurts, particularly, the way it always does in cold weather. I am slowly gathering potion ingredients, and the only thing I need is for someone with clearer eyesight than I have to double check that I've copied everything from the ancient magical tome correctly. Also, I need to figure out how to obtain some hair from my unsuspecting victim. For this, I think I need an accomplice.
And then, like manna from heaven, one appears, glowering out the window like a princess whose true love is across the moor somewhere, while she's stuck in the castle, missing an appointment with a manicurist.
"Lannister!" I call out as I clump over. "Cheer up, emo kid. The brooding look doesn't suit you all that well, and besides, there's a pint of something alcoholic with both our names on it at the Little Green Apple. You can tell me about it after you help me plot nefarious deeds."
I figure the direct approach has tended to work well with Jaime so far, and I don't resent him for the fact that his brother Tyrion and I did not make a love connection. (Tyrion was nice enough, I suppose, but I could tell he was expecting someone less... out there... than me. Also someone with bigger tits. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.) Anyway, life with Arty meant that I was either ignored or my head was bitten off, and people at this school are almost supernaturally nice, so I can handle a bit of whatever Prince Charming wants to throw at me. Besides, I'm hoping he'll be intrigued with my little project.
It's actually been a good day. Nothing hurts, particularly, the way it always does in cold weather. I am slowly gathering potion ingredients, and the only thing I need is for someone with clearer eyesight than I have to double check that I've copied everything from the ancient magical tome correctly. Also, I need to figure out how to obtain some hair from my unsuspecting victim. For this, I think I need an accomplice.
And then, like manna from heaven, one appears, glowering out the window like a princess whose true love is across the moor somewhere, while she's stuck in the castle, missing an appointment with a manicurist.
"Lannister!" I call out as I clump over. "Cheer up, emo kid. The brooding look doesn't suit you all that well, and besides, there's a pint of something alcoholic with both our names on it at the Little Green Apple. You can tell me about it after you help me plot nefarious deeds."
I figure the direct approach has tended to work well with Jaime so far, and I don't resent him for the fact that his brother Tyrion and I did not make a love connection. (Tyrion was nice enough, I suppose, but I could tell he was expecting someone less... out there... than me. Also someone with bigger tits. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.) Anyway, life with Arty meant that I was either ignored or my head was bitten off, and people at this school are almost supernaturally nice, so I can handle a bit of whatever Prince Charming wants to throw at me. Besides, I'm hoping he'll be intrigued with my little project.