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o1 ✍ sharpe's introduction ✍ voice + video
voice;
Money in cards and saying me rifle’s been changed.
[ Except that’s not actually how he says it, it’s more like: munneh in cards and sayin’ me rifle’s been changed. Sheffield, Yorkshire haunts the streets of Exsilium now, thanks to one Richard Sharpe. ]
The only cards I know of are those given by weasely merchants looking ta fleece more money out of you. But you ain’t asking for money, are you? Yer asking me to fight with me blood and sweat, and you ain’t even decent enough to give me a half-ration of rum, or even a proper King’s shilling.
[ Thud. The sound of rifle on stone ground. There’s a soft shuffling sound and tapping of fingers on the screen of the tablet. The video switches on. ]
video;
Me name’s Richard Sharpe. [ Blond hair, green eyes, a scar on his upper left cheek. His lips are twisted into a scowl, and at the edge of the screen, you can see the edge of his Rifleman’s jacket. Have a picture.
If you met him during the masquerade, he's a lot cleaner now. Face-wise anyway. You can actually see what he looks like underneath the layers of dirt, and his hair isn't just a layer of dust anymore. ]
If yer name's Patrick Harper, I suggest you get yer arse over here before I shoot it off you.
Money in cards and saying me rifle’s been changed.
[ Except that’s not actually how he says it, it’s more like: munneh in cards and sayin’ me rifle’s been changed. Sheffield, Yorkshire haunts the streets of Exsilium now, thanks to one Richard Sharpe. ]
The only cards I know of are those given by weasely merchants looking ta fleece more money out of you. But you ain’t asking for money, are you? Yer asking me to fight with me blood and sweat, and you ain’t even decent enough to give me a half-ration of rum, or even a proper King’s shilling.
[ Thud. The sound of rifle on stone ground. There’s a soft shuffling sound and tapping of fingers on the screen of the tablet. The video switches on. ]
video;
Me name’s Richard Sharpe. [ Blond hair, green eyes, a scar on his upper left cheek. His lips are twisted into a scowl, and at the edge of the screen, you can see the edge of his Rifleman’s jacket. Have a picture.
If you met him during the masquerade, he's a lot cleaner now. Face-wise anyway. You can actually see what he looks like underneath the layers of dirt, and his hair isn't just a layer of dust anymore. ]
If yer name's Patrick Harper, I suggest you get yer arse over here before I shoot it off you.
video
Now there's a less hideous sight to grace us with than you might have chosen.
video
He just looks at Jaime. ]
Thankee ye. [ Have an exaggerated Yorkshire accent for your insult. ]
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he pauses, considers it, and... no, there'll be no sidestepping the issue. this is just too uncanny. ]
Are you some long forgotten hall of the Stark house? [ or a twin of a dead man, maybe? ]
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Is this Stark house from that Westeros of yers?
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[ He's skirting around the issue because he has no idea who his father is. Interdimensional traveller is as good a guess as any. ]
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[ But, no, he's reluctantly dropping this idea. It's clear this guy isn't from Westeros, and he's pretty sure Ned didn't take off into some other world after losing his head.
Damn. ]
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[ Pause, then he cocks his head to the side. ]
Why didya ask?
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