[ Oberyn listened to all the arguments, but ultimately didn't agree with any but August's as being thorough. He was measured in his responses to the accusations, but he didn't always participate any more than merely listening.
He's texting while walking Ithemba, one eye on his phone and the other on the goat who stops to investigate more than she does graze. She's more finicky than any of the goats he remembers in Dorne being, but given the tension being high, he also expects that she can feel that in the air, and it may well be curbing to the appetite. ]
I know very little about your friends, I am afraid, but I tire of this constant parade of persecution too.
That is why I have spent my free time reinforcing a place for those lost to it and keeping your livestock.
I do. I appreciate her candor; in my time, she would have been a woman with few equals.
[ The afternoon weather is cool, leaves on the ground in bold shades of orange, yellow, and brown. Oberyn, despite his eagerness to tend to those lost, is in part only doing so because the petty personal squabbles don't suit him. He acts where he feels he can apply the most effort successfully. ]
Maybe you're right, but thus far, the tribunal only serves to confuse. People touting that none of it is personal while accusing and arguing those accusations with personal interests still in mind.
Which has nothing to do with the accusations of Lady Yelena, but makes the entire ordeal all the more difficult to discern.
[ The crunch of leaves underfoot gives Oberyn away as being in proximity long before Ithemba's cheerful bleats do. He lifts his head from his device to see Bucky there, unexpected to be sure, in the lazy glow of the autumn sun. ]
[Despite the noises of someone approaching, Bucky doesn't move from where he's sat, propped up against the trunk of a tree. He'd needed the distance to calm himself down. To keep from punching Homelander in his smug face. Sure, his strength may be gone right now. But vibranium is vibranium, and he'd have no trouble knocking out a tooth or ten.
It's only when Ithemba trots through the grass towards him that he looks away from his phone, grateful for the distraction from having to actually act like a person right now. Only-
Ah. Of course she wouldn't be out here alone.
So, despite quickly becoming a climbing frame for a goat, Bucky lets his gaze finally slide towards Oberyn with an almost resigned expression.]
This whole thing's just a way to fuck with the people trapped here. It's what places like this do. Create one set of rules, then throw them out the window and start something new instead.
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I long for simpler times, like returning to my tent to find a goat that had not been there when I left.
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[Because Oberyn's name is on the list alongside all the others who paid Homelander's accusation any attention.]
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He's texting while walking Ithemba, one eye on his phone and the other on the goat who stops to investigate more than she does graze. She's more finicky than any of the goats he remembers in Dorne being, but given the tension being high, he also expects that she can feel that in the air, and it may well be curbing to the appetite. ]
I know very little about your friends, I am afraid, but I tire of this constant parade of persecution too.
That is why I have spent my free time reinforcing a place for those lost to it and keeping your livestock.
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you might remember her getting thrown under the bus recently
[Deep breaths. Deep breaths...]
the dead will be back in a few weeks
think you'd be more help to them then
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[ The afternoon weather is cool, leaves on the ground in bold shades of orange, yellow, and brown. Oberyn, despite his eagerness to tend to those lost, is in part only doing so because the petty personal squabbles don't suit him. He acts where he feels he can apply the most effort successfully. ]
Maybe you're right, but thus far, the tribunal only serves to confuse. People touting that none of it is personal while accusing and arguing those accusations with personal interests still in mind.
Which has nothing to do with the accusations of Lady Yelena, but makes the entire ordeal all the more difficult to discern.
[ The crunch of leaves underfoot gives Oberyn away as being in proximity long before Ithemba's cheerful bleats do. He lifts his head from his device to see Bucky there, unexpected to be sure, in the lazy glow of the autumn sun. ]
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It's only when Ithemba trots through the grass towards him that he looks away from his phone, grateful for the distraction from having to actually act like a person right now. Only-
Ah. Of course she wouldn't be out here alone.
So, despite quickly becoming a climbing frame for a goat, Bucky lets his gaze finally slide towards Oberyn with an almost resigned expression.]
This whole thing's just a way to fuck with the people trapped here. It's what places like this do. Create one set of rules, then throw them out the window and start something new instead.