-see shit in front of me.

[It begins with one eloquent Claymore, traveling through a deeper part of the mist from the looks of it. To one side, a glimpse of gold, armor and hair and the man belonging to both moving at a casual, almost bored pace.]

How is it that such a pretty mouth says such vulgar things on a regular basis.

Ha! Sorry, I had no ( Read more... )

Well, that bidding war certainly was an adventure, but it seems that even in a strange world, a Lannister's coinpurse always outweighs that of the competition.

So. Gwen, is it? I suppose we ought to discuss, hm?

[Behold the snow. Because Jaime sure as hell is.]

[At the moment, he is beholding it from atop a set of ruined steps, cracked and threaded through with vines. He's in the ruins, of course, and by the look of it, he's annoyed as hell.]I've little stomach for excessive snowfall, but it seems that Anatole has decided to behave itself like the ( Read more... )

[the first thing you see is blackness... though the Forge is obviously recording. This is evident from the sounds: soft laughter (a man's, and then a woman's, too). When the darkness finally lifts, it becomes obvious that the camera was, until that moment, blocked by a hand. Likely the same hand that accidentally turned the Forge on ( Read more... )

[Behold, it is Jaime Lannister. Currently, he appears to be pulling gloves over his golden hand, which by the way seems awful mobile. Almost as though it's a normal part of his body.]

[He fastens a white cloak over her golden armor as he speaks.]As it happens, I've thus far avoided being smashed in the face by a mischievous pumpkin tosser. ( Read more... )

[The camera is steady, unmoving. Around its bearer, people struggle to against the elvish and reptilian attackers. For some, the battle has moved so close to the nearby ocean that you can hear the splash of fallen warriors as they topple over the docks and into the deep. Jaime Lannister, currently in the company of his brother, is not fighting ( Read more... )

[Golden hair, green eyes and an unusually handsome face stare at you from within the box called the Forge. Some of you may recognize the face...]

[...some of you may not. Still, he regards you, one and all, with his signature cocky smirk, and he sounds every bit the noble when he says...]I gather it's customary to go on at this point about ( Read more... )