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[momsboy]

[ The feed clicks on to show Peter chilling by his ship in Vænnstaðr's park; he has a crossbow, blueprints and some metal pieces scattered on top of the crate next to him. For those looking at the ship behind the man, they might notice that there's moss growing on one side already and that Peter has put some plants on the roof to appease the resident Goddess -- because Skadi is a very scary, scary lady. ]

Ey there! Does anybody know how to turn a normal crossbow into an automatic one? Rocket was the weapon expert of the team and I'm more used to Quad blasters and arrows that fly on their own. [ Peter's smile wavers a little after that, remembering the owner of a said arrow, but it only lasts a second. ]

Anyway! I'm also curious about what kind of powers everyone has developed after being in the city for a while. It looks like there's quite a variety and lately, we've been discussing ways to protect ourselves in case of an emergency, as well as the need to evacuate the citizens quickly. One idea is to build big enough carriages and ships to transport people but these need to be protected too.

One of the wings of my ship is... [ The Guardian turns the camera so it focuses on the broken wing, half attached to the ship due to the twisted metal, some cables, and its inner structure. ] ...totally useless now but the turbines could be turned into wind turbines and the metal panels could be used to reinforce the carriages.

[ Do you want a medieval tank, guys? Because this how you get a medieval tank. ]

Problem is, I tried with axes and other blunt methods but I can't break it down on my own. That's why I was asking if anybody has powers strong enough to cut metal or melt it.

[ He turns the camera back to show himself and now that the angle has changed, it shows how there's a caracal lying on top of the intact wing of the ship as if she's sunbathing without any care in the world. Peter is seemingly oblivious to it all, not even looking concerned when the creature yawns and stretches, showing some really sharp fangs and claws. ]

Any kind of help would be welcome.

Comments

[doneforlove]

"Interesting" may be putting it lightly.

[Peter's assumptions of his world's politics is remarkably spot on, but he doesn't know the half of it.]

So you've seen the Iron Throne too. Supposedly being able to sit in it without getting cut is the mark of a true king. It was meant to be that way, something about representing the danger of the crown.

[Jaime sits back in his own chair-- one made of wood with soft cushions thankfully.]

It still amazes me, the number of people who have died for that chair. If only they knew how uncomfortable it was.

[momsboy]

Heh, yes,

[ He knows enough to pity you all. A home torn by war is never a pleasant one to live, he's way to familiar with that. ]

I'm still trying to forget it. If that's why it was built that way then...Ouch. Being a good leader requires more than just that, if you ask me.

[ Jaime has good taste. ]

You spoke like someone who has firsthand experience. You sure you're not a king?

[doneforlove]

It's arguably the least important skill a king can have, yet I'm sure anyone who sits on that thing appreciates it.

[Does he have good taste? He's had good minders for most of his life at least, and he's at least learned that he looks good in his family's colors, evidenced by the deep burgundy button-down he's currently wearing. All he needs is to find someone to embroider his family crest on it.]

But you're somewhat right, at least. I'm not a king, but I've served five.

[momsboy]

Ah, well. That's the thing with some prideful people who only care about power, their head is so far up their asses they can't see what's in front of them.

[ Jaime will have to forget Peter's bluntness. He's met far too many people like the one he described, including his own father, to have much patience for them anymore. ]

Five. That doesn't sound like an easy feat.

[doneforlove]

You're... [he pauses, pondering for a moment before giving a small shrug.] Pretty much correct there.

[If dads would pull their collective heads out of their asses, the world would be a better place.]

And you're right. I murdered the first and the other four were family. It was anything but easy.

[momsboy]

Now that's something I don't hear often enough. Thank you!

[ Hard agree, yes. ]

Working with family never is. I don't suppose you've seent he tv show Dallas?

Did the first King deserve to die?

[doneforlove]

You'll forgive me if I don't know what a "tv show" or "Dallas" is.

[Late 80s references will not work on someone basically from the medieval era of another universe.]

As for the first king, well... he was called the Mad King for a reason. I was far from the only person with the desire to see him dead, just the one with the opportunity to act on it.

[momsboy]

Ah, it's ok. Tv hows are like plays but you can watch them through a screen, like the network here. Dallas was the story of a wealthy family who owned an oil company and cattle-ranching land. Lots of problems, lots of backstabbing, schemes and dirty business between them and their enemies.

[ Peter's used to explain things, no one got his references while in space either. ]

With a tittle like that one can only expect trouble. I'm surprised you survived, even mad Kings have followers.