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Post by varys on Aug 25, 2014 17:47:06 GMT
power resides where
men believe it resides. As Master of Secrets, Varys had a pretty busy day, during controversial times. However there wasn’t any new information out there in the world today. It was like everyone was on their best behavior. It was just quiet. Almost too quiet. Something had to be happening somewhere in the world. Varys sighed irritably and strolled down the halls of King’s Landing. Well if the secrets weren’t coming to him then he would go to them. Which meant he had to find someone that clearly had some secrets locked away. He very good, at the moment, friend Tyrion. Though Varys was pretty sure he knew everything about the man. Still, you never know what the new master of coin was doing today. Varys stealthily went over to the Master of Coin chambers, peering through the doorway. He spotted his little friend at the desk, doing something that looked rather boring. However it was more than what Varys was doing. Varys slinked into the room, tiptoeing towards the desk, and silently sitting on the chair across from his friend. Varys was a master of disguise, master of secrets, being quiet and sneaky was a specialty. “So, what business do we have today?” Vary asked after a few seconds of silence. And yes he meant ‘we’ as in the two of them. The man has resigned himself to follow his friend around all day. Until something else comes along of course.
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Post by tyrion lannister on Aug 26, 2014 6:41:36 GMT
those are brave men knocking at our door, let's go kill them
Well, if there was anything Tyrion had learned from going over Kings Landing’s accounting records, it was that the last Master of Coin (and quite possibly everyone else in this godforsaken kingdom) couldn’t count to save their lives. He had at least twenty scrolls scattered on his desk, and was avidly rewriting the majority of them into a logbook so he could figure out what the hell had happened… and how he would have to fix it. There he was again, cleaning up other people’s messes. It seemed that was his job regardless of what they wanted to call it. Less than two weeks ago, Tyrion had been the Hand of the King. Then he saved the city, and was rewarded by being stripped of his position before he even regained consciousness. As if that wasn’t enough, his only loyal soldiers had been auctioned off to his father and sister, the latter of whom he was now sure was trying to send assassins after him. That being said, it wasn’t quite the best time to be sneaking up on the youngest Lannister sibling. Tyrion jumped slightly at the sound of someone in the room, relief flooding his features when he saw that it was only Varys. ”Varys was there really a need for that?” He’d only just begun to leave the door unlocked. A mistake, clearly. Tyrion grimaced slightly, making a conscious effort to keep from touching the bridge of his nose. He glanced back down at what he’d been doing, writing again when Varys spoke. ”So what business do we have today?” ”We?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow as he looked up from his papers, ”I wasn’t aware my new position came with an assistant.” So that might have sounded a bit sardonic. Oops.
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Post by varys on Aug 27, 2014 20:12:02 GMT
power resides where
men believe it resides. If it were to be said that Varys didn’t enjoy Tyrion’s reaction to him entertaining the room, it would be a blatant lie. He enjoyed it greatly. Varys folded his arms together under his sleeves, giving the small man a mischievous smile. Varys was there really a need for that? “Yes,” Varys stated simply. “You always want to have the upper hand when entering a room. You better than anyone should know that.” He said it like Tyrion should have known that, it was pretty obvious. You always wanted to have the upper hand in any situation. Lord Tyrion should know this. Varys leaned back in the chair, trying to get comfortable. He moved and fidgeted a few more times before finally settling on a position. We? “Was I unclear with my question?” Varys asked curiously, moving in the chair once more. These things should really be more comfortable. If one with such titles as himself need to sit in them, then they should be comfy. Varys filed it away as things to talk to Lord Tywin about. Not that the hand of the king didn’t have other, more important things to be doing. Varys’ comfort was clearly on the list of high priority. I wasn’t aware my new position came with an assistant. “Oh, it doesn’t,” Varys stated simply as he reached over and picked up one of the many pieces of paper on the desk. “I just figured you would need some help, it wasn’t like Little Finger left you with an easy mess to clean up.” And you know he was bored and Tyrion was generally an entertaining person. Though this job certainly did not look like fun. Varys looked at the piece of paper. Trying to make sense of the writing and numbers. And of course was failing miserably. Numbers were not his thing.
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Post by tyrion lannister on Sept 30, 2014 0:29:19 GMT
those are brave men knocking at our door, let's go kill them
”You always want to have the upper hand when entering a room. You better than anyone should know that.” Tyrion shook his head. Varys was rediculous. ”Yes, well I assure you, my room is of no threat to you.” Varys was one of the few people that Tyrion could (almost) trust, he has no reason to be sneaking around in the shadows. ”Was I unclear with my question?” Tyrion smirked slightly, ”I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.” Varys never asked a clear question just like he never gave Tyrion a clear answer. ”It’s not going to get any more comfortable.” he pointed out, as the man fidgeted. The chairs were the most bare basic and simple. As was pretty much everything else in the room. And he wished Varys all the luck in the world getting his father to change that. The last time he’d seen the man Tyrion thought about putting an arrow in his throat. ”Oh it doesn’t. I just figured you would need some help, it wasn’t like Little Finger left you with an easy mess to clean up.” ”That’s very considerate of you, Varys… which is slightly concerning,” he joked, ”Was there no one more interesting in Kings Landing for you to pester? I didn’t think we’d be seeing each other so soon.” You know, mostly because Varys had told him that. He figured the man was only offering because he was bored. None the less, Tyrion did appreciate the help… or the distraction, which was likely what this would turn into. ”I’m almost certain Littlefinger stopped working entirely two months ago. Probably around when he made the deal with my father.” Yeah, no, again, he was still bitter. He wasn’t even sure what the man had done to be honored. At least the Tyrells had had the decency to create a good show out of destroying Stannis’s army. If nothing else they deserved points for creativity.
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Post by varys on Oct 8, 2014 4:10:30 GMT
power resides where
men believe it resides. Yes, well I assure you, my room is of no threat to you. “It doesn’t hurt to have a little caution, especially in King’s Landing.” Sure Varys could trust Tyrion and he had hoped the little man trusted him as well. Which could be a bad and good thing. Varys was a tricky spider. His loyalties reached only so far. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.Varys rolled his eyes and waved his air in the air nonchalantly, before putting it back in his sleeve. Varys moved around the chair a little more. Stupid chair. He needed a new one. It’s not going to get any more comfortable. “One can try!” Varys countered, wiggling a little more. This chair was not winning. If he had to the man would talk to Tywin about getting better chairs in the room. It is the least he can do, in all honesty. And Varys was a very convincing man. And he could also dig up whatever secrets Tywin was hiding, there was that. That’s very considerate of you, Varys…which is slightly concerning. “Don’t be rude,” Varys stated with a clear cut tone. And then the little man asked about other less interesting people in the castle. Which was true, Varys found them all quite boring. Even though all of them held more secrets than him and Tyrion combined, still after a while Varys got bored of the same routine. Someone makes a decision that other people don’t like, either the other people step in line or that person gets killed. Really it was becoming rather dull. I didn’t think we’d be seeing each other so soon. Varys gave him a sympathetic smirk, yes he did say he was going to keep his distance. And for the most part he had. “Well unfortunately you are the most interesting person in the castle, which makes distancing myself from you rather difficult.” So yes there was no one else more interesting to pester. He should be grateful Varys considered him interesting. Most people bored him. I’m almost certain Littlefinger stopped working entirely two months ago. Probably around when he made the deal with my father. “I’m not sure Littlefinger worked at all to be perfectly honest. How he got his title really amazes me.” Varys was a no hold back kind of guy. For the record anything he said to Tyrion he would have said to Littlefinger as well. And probably already did.
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Post by tyrion lannister on Mar 21, 2015 3:09:59 GMT
those are brave men knocking at our door, let's go kill them
”It doesn’t hurt to have a little caution, especially in King’s Landing.” ”Yes, thank you for the reminder.” Tyrion said with sarcasm. He knew very well that nobody could be completely trusted. Which, could better be surmised by saying… most people can not even be moderately trusted. Tyrion did have a fair amount of faith in Varys however. Not necessarily because he believed the man was loyal to him... but because he believed he was smart enough not to entirely screw over the entire seven kingdoms for a few coins. Which was more than most people. ”One can try!” “Don’t be rude.” ”You are awfully full of advice today.” Someone had decided to take his positive influence pills or something. And it wasn’t Tyrion because he could most certainly not be arsed. ”Well unfortunately you are the most interesting person in the castle, which makes distancing myself from you rather difficult.” ”Well, you always did have an impeccable taste in company.” Tyrion said, smirking slightly despite himself because, yes, what Varys had told him was a compliment, and it wasn’t something he didn’t know already, but he enjoyed hearing it all the same. ”I’m not sure Littlefinger worked at all to be perfectly honest. How he got his title really amazes me.” He scoffed. ”The man owns a whorehouse filled with spies. How he’s not yet king amazes me.” Because clearly that was enough to get whatever you wanted in life. Tyrion respected Littlefinger (as much as one can respect a conniving blackmailing weasel of a man)… even though he did annoy the shit out of him.
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