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Life at Court, Friday, 5/11
"If you think you're going to hear about the modern criminal justice system, you're in the wrong classroom."
So Tyrion Lannister began his third session as a classroom teacher, striding in a minute or two late and hoisting himself onto the teacher's desk in the classroom for greater amplification. Once he was there:
"Hello," he said. "Welcome to class. I hope it might someday help keep some of you alive. The game of thrones, as it's called, is a dangerous game. I'm no expert on other systems of government, but from what I've read over the last several months I see little reason to believe politicians are much kinder than monarchs. I exaggerate only slightly -- there seems to be less chopping off of heads in this world then there is at home, and I suppose allowances should be made for that."
"I am teaching this class as Lord Tyrion of House Lannister. My father was the king's chief advisor until the king went mad and a war came." If Daenerys was still on the island, Tyrion would have been less blunt about this, but she'd gone home and he saw no reason to soft-peddle it for anyone else; as it was, he was talking around several points for the sake of expediency. "The king changed then, but my father's still a rather powerful man. The fact we're all still alive and my sweet sister is queen is a tribute to how well he played the game."
"I'm not much like my father." This was not entirely true. "But no one's asked for my head on a platter yet, so I must be doing something right."
"My title is mostly for my world. Here, call me Tyrion or Professor Lannister, whichever comes more easily to your tongue. I am generally in my office on Thursdays. If you find me overly forbidding, my assistants are the Lady Blysse Norwood and her companion Blind Seer, as well as Surreal SaDiablo. The large wolf may be the least intimidating among them."
He paused there, ran a hand back over his hair. "Like everyone else, I'm forcing you to introduce yourselves this week. Name, title if you have one and want to share it, and the form of government you're most familiar with. I'd like to know where we're starting from. Oh, and if you've a topic you'd hoped to address over the next two months, please let me know."
So Tyrion Lannister began his third session as a classroom teacher, striding in a minute or two late and hoisting himself onto the teacher's desk in the classroom for greater amplification. Once he was there:
"Hello," he said. "Welcome to class. I hope it might someday help keep some of you alive. The game of thrones, as it's called, is a dangerous game. I'm no expert on other systems of government, but from what I've read over the last several months I see little reason to believe politicians are much kinder than monarchs. I exaggerate only slightly -- there seems to be less chopping off of heads in this world then there is at home, and I suppose allowances should be made for that."
"I am teaching this class as Lord Tyrion of House Lannister. My father was the king's chief advisor until the king went mad and a war came." If Daenerys was still on the island, Tyrion would have been less blunt about this, but she'd gone home and he saw no reason to soft-peddle it for anyone else; as it was, he was talking around several points for the sake of expediency. "The king changed then, but my father's still a rather powerful man. The fact we're all still alive and my sweet sister is queen is a tribute to how well he played the game."
"I'm not much like my father." This was not entirely true. "But no one's asked for my head on a platter yet, so I must be doing something right."
"My title is mostly for my world. Here, call me Tyrion or Professor Lannister, whichever comes more easily to your tongue. I am generally in my office on Thursdays. If you find me overly forbidding, my assistants are the Lady Blysse Norwood and her companion Blind Seer, as well as Surreal SaDiablo. The large wolf may be the least intimidating among them."
He paused there, ran a hand back over his hair. "Like everyone else, I'm forcing you to introduce yourselves this week. Name, title if you have one and want to share it, and the form of government you're most familiar with. I'd like to know where we're starting from. Oh, and if you've a topic you'd hoped to address over the next two months, please let me know."
Re: Introductions [5/11]
"But the Blood have courts, and they are complicated and dangerous, especially when mixing different birth-castes, Jewel colors, and males who can't keep it in their pants." Tactful, Surreal was not. "We have no laws against what you landens call 'murder,' not really, and if you piss off a Queen or a member of her First Circle, or break Protocol - the rules of Court - you're probably going to be dead."
"I know Protocol, it's required for all Blood, although my tutelage started late. I'm also smart enough to keep my ass as far away from any formal courts as possible." Beat. "I do not deal well with entitled Blood males."
SADI.
Re: Introductions [5/11]
Re: Introductions [5/11]
"But the ones you encounter when they're out and about town... a growl and a threat can send most of them on their way, showing a bit of blade usually sends the rest scrambling."
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