Entries tagged with arya stark (asoiaf)

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T E X T ★ ANONYMOUS

[If Allen Walker's going to be honest with himself, he needs help. Pretty badly. And the truth is that he's come no closer to finding it in this place than he has in his world, and the clock is still ticking.

But what he's also come to realize is that what he has here is access to something unlike anything he has at home, which he's been stupidly neglecting. That is, a network of hundreds of people from a multitude of backgrounds and specialties and worlds, right at his fingertips. One of them might even know something that could, indeed, help him. He can't justify squandering this resource.

Especially not when he doesn't even need to come out publicly about his... problem. He has nothing to lose by trying, and perhaps a great deal to gain.

So, after making triple-sure this is going to post anonymously, he writes,]

hello,

i would like to speak with anyone here who has knowledge of demons, or similar beings from their world.

[For lack of a better descriptor.]

especially those familiar with methods of exorcism, or the containment of them.

[He considers adding more, but perhaps the vaguer, the better in this case. It'll have to do.

He resists the powerful urge to close with a 'thank you.']

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[It's been awhile since Lisbeth's done a text post, but she doesn't want anyone to see her tear-stained face nor hear how hoarse her voice has become from screaming all into the night for nearly a week straight.]

Guilt is pretty fucking awful. It feels like it's eating your soul.

[A feeling she is so unfamiliar with - Lisbeth never feels guilt about anything.]

How the fuck do you get rid of it?

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二; Video

[A few hours the transports start arriving in the new facility, someone interrupts the moving frenzy with this cheerful broadcast.]

I'm starting to think there's a lot these people don't tell us before we get ushered along to where they want us.

[Korra snorts, crossing her arms over her chest in a clear sign of agitation.]

Don't know if you guys knew this already, but that allowance they used to give us before? Not happening here. Looks like we're pretty much on our own for food and supplies. Anyone want to have a look around the area with me, see what we've got to work with here?

[She grumbles something like "could have told us this before we started moving, jerks".]

Oh yeah, if anyone needs to know how to keep warm in the snow, I can probably give a few tips, too.

(ooc: There is now an ooc post to sign up for the exploration!)

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video, hopefully for the only time

[ Because Rinth doesn't care for this video stuff when it leads to her being seen by who knows how many prying eyes! For this, however, it is necessary, and so at some point after the first few batches of Transports are Earth-side and before the Transporter itself is moved, a large, kind of jaguar-faced creature with two too many ears and several horns takes a step back from her tablet, leaving it wherever it's been set up to record from.

It's time to settle a few things here. ]

All right. Listen up, you mice. My name is Rinth Ghostshot, formerly of the Ghost Warband, engineer and soldier of the Iron Legion of Black Citadel, nearly fresh from active duty in the Dragonbrand. None of that's going to mean a mist-damned thing to any of you, but it means a whole lot to me, so don't forget it if you plan on dealing with me.

I am a charr, from Ascalon on Tyria. My entire culture is war. My morals and beliefs do not need to fall within acceptable human limits, nor do I care to follow any of your non-existent laws save for whatever I deem too extreme to get away with ignoring here. In fact, if it weren't for the cease-fire the Imperator agreed to, I would have left that transporter room killing you lot left and right, even though it sure doesn't apply to humans here...

[ So friendly, right?

But, hey, it's honest. That must count for something. ]

Ask questions now if you have them, because this is the only time I'm gonna feel like answering them.

All that aside, my other message is I've been down here a week already and I've scouted out an old work building that I plan on fixing up and getting some heaters and electricity into. It won't be much at first, but any others who are not human and need a place to stay safely are more than welcome to join me.

[ ooc note: of which more details can be found here. ]

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3rd Plan; text

I'm curious. How many of us here are below the age of 20? Of those, who have served officially or unofficially during war or fighting in some capacity?

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voice Ϯ 01

[The voice is that of a young woman speaking in a crisp English accent. She sounds entirely unamused, though not necessarily resigned to her situation.]

If the circumstances here are truly as they've been presented to me, it would seem that my travel plans will need to be revised and that I shan't be leaving for Paris in the morning after all. More pressing, however, is the lack of access to my own finances. I find this irritating, to say the least.

[A girl's gotta have some cash. Real money, too, not this fake stuff they're touting. This is absolutely ridiculous. She sighs, voice taking on a slightly more sympathetic tone.]

As I said, if I can't go to Paris tomorrow, I shall have to alter my plans. I am in dire need of a tailor. Someone skilled. Not a dressmaker. I shall impart the details of my commission to said tailor, if and when we are introduced.

At present I have nothing to barter with aside from my good name and promise of repayment at a future date. And with all these witnesses, that ought to be enough. My name is a very good one, if that matters to anyone at all.

[There's a deliberate pause before she speaks again.]

Though if anyone should have pertinent information on how one might go about securing passage away from this this... settlement, I should be much obliged for your assistance.

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Transports, I'm bored. Really sodding bored. I require entertainment, alcohol and freedom in any order. You have one week from today to provide all three or I will continue to leave passive aggressive messages on the network. And possibly resort to spamming pictures of cute animals. I recommend getting it sorted sooner rather than later. Warmest Regards, J. B.

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Three; video

[Peeta turns on the camera and smiles warmly.] Hey, so I know it can be hard to find good gifts, and since Christmas has a lot of gift-giving, I thought I'd offer help! If you want fresh baked goods or a drawing, let me know. A sample of my art is attached.

[Attached is a drawing like this. (Note: Drawing belongs to x, not me)]

And I don't really know anything about the mutiny. [He was told to stay out of it.] But I hope we remember that we're all that each other has. We need to stick together.

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Hey, Jesse Pinkman.

I don't know who you are but you suck.

here's a drama there's a drama and another little drama [video]

[Sonya appears on the screen without her usual preambles or cheerful introductions. Her manner is very, very controlled. The casual Bronx vowels that occasionally creep into her speech are gone. The profanities are gone. Every once in a while, she glances down; this is a prepared statement.]

Earlier today, Jesse Pinkman snuck into one of the prisoner cells under false pretenses. He’d been friends with one of the mutineers before all of this happened, so he claimed to merely want to visit.

While he was in there, he mutilated this prisoner in spirit and soul. He ripped from her her ability, her inborn gift, to cast spells. He tore away from her something as vital to her as eyesight or touch might be for you. And did he did this to defend someone? To stop an attack or a threatened attack? No: he did it to punish her. To make her suffer. And then he said to her that this is how things are running now.

( fuzzy drama funny drama drama drama fuuuck (ps not an ic cut) )

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[ When the video clicks on Roslyn looks a little tired but primarily determinedly mad, someone who's been running on coffee and protein bars for too long and is in no mood for anyone's games. Her voice is brisk, no nonsense and cuttingly sharp. ]

As of this moment, all identified mutineers are in the custody of the police. Should anyone wish to provide help with guard duty it will be appreciated. Visits to them will be allowed only under supervision. Should anyone attempt to injure them, that person will find themselves in cuffs faster than they can blink.

My patience with having to repeat myself on this matter is wearing thin.

[ Her tone softens a little, almost an appeal. ]

While there will be consequences for their actions, we have enough war and bloodshed on our doorstep without killing each other. Nothing will be gained and much could be lost. We do not execute people, and I will not tolerate it as a suggestion.

All systems should be restored. The base should now be fully operational again and you can return to your daily lives, if that is what you wish. Alternatively, you can consider what was said on both sides and determine if what we are doing is truly enough, or if we have become complacent.

[ Just saying. Small out. ]

( an array of private texts )

[ ooc: all mutineers can now be considered to be locked up in empty rooms in the West Wing for the immediate future! I will keep all arrested mutineers updated as further consequence type developments occur, feel free to let me know if you have preferences that we could maybe work out. log for mutineer & visitor shenanigans can be found here. ]

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01 ► Video

Hello!

[when this video post starts, the focus is somewhere... around the top of her head. Colette's eyes widen as she notices that she's holding it too high, so the view suddenly jumps down (yep, she just over corrected). Nibbling on her lip a little, she tilts it higher again... perfect! Determined not to let the view vary she tries her best not to move it]

My name is Colette Brunel. I haven't talked to everyone like this yet, so... hello! It's really nice to meet you all.

I'm sorry to bother everyone like this, but I wanted to ask something. Even though we... don't live on Earth anymore [her gaze grows a mite somber as she talks about it] it still sounds like a very important world. A lot of people here come from Earth, and we're supposed to travel throughout Earth's history! I come from another world that is very different, so I would really like to learn more about Earth if I can.

And so... if anyone knows anything about Earth and has a little time to spare, I'd love to ask some questions! O-Or, if you would rather just tell me a few facts and not be asked any questions, that's okay too. Anything would be helpful.

[although, a thought strikes her] Ah! That doesn't mean that I don't want to talk to people if they're not from Earth. I'd like to hear about everyone's homes! They all sound really beautiful in their own way, and it would be nice to hear about many worlds.

[she pauses, and smiles sheepishly! She's not one to get shy, but she feels a little bad making requests like this when everyone is probably busy]

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[Look, everyone who was worrying over him. He's still in one piece. He hasn't even ripped out his stitches!

Kili still looks remarkably tired though, and he gives a quick smile to the network before getting down to it.]

I haven't had a good smoke since before I showed up here. Does someone have a pipe and some pipeweed I could trade for?

[It's one of those comforts of home that he's really been missing lately. There were plenty of nights spent around the fire, Kili with his whole family -- Thorin, Fili, and his mother, Dis, of course -- smoking contentedly and sharing their stories of the day. While maybe he's only got Fili here, he's been missing his mother more than usual lately and it would be great to have a reminder of home.]

( private to Galadriel )

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ａｕｄｉｏ + ａｃｔｉｏｎ.

[ she begins without preamble, speaking clearly and surely. ]

I have things to trade in the cafeteria. There's hams and cheeses, doughnuts, and juices. Socks too, and wet wipes, toys and jewelry. I've got books too for those who want them and markers in lots of colors. There's a lot more too. I'll be here all day or until it's all gone.

[ she took over a section of the cafeteria for her use. her direwolf lies beside her, guarding both her and the cart.

her wheeled cart ( commandeered from the clinic ) is full of items: the top has a tray of finger food from the promised cold hams and cheeses to oysters and shrimp packed in ice with sauces alongside, even cooked mini pizzas. below are assorted vending machine goods in their wrappers, sacks of ground coffee and hot chocolate, and a dozen fresh doughnuts. she has a pitcher of lemonade and a half-gallon of fruit punch.

in the drawers are assorted items such as wipes, hand sanitizers, socks and scarves, toys including a stuffed bear that moves and talks when you press its stomach, a few books and papers and markers.

hidden inside a bag at the girl's feet are a few cartons of cigarettes and small bottles of whiskey and wine for those who can pay a little extra. ]

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Permavid

[The video shows the room that Kang, Onyx, and Peter share. He's the only one present, leaning against one of the bunk beds that he clearly cannot fit in; it's a fair guess that the pile of blankets just visible on the floor in the corner of the room are what he's using as a bed. He rolls his shoulders and neck (and his wings along with) to try and work out the kinks forming and mutters a curse in Nerakese.]

Getting planetside again won't happen soon enough. It's a sentiment I'm sure many of you share.

Something to brighten a few people's day: a few of us have returned recently from a supply run with a couple hundred pounds of fresh meat. It includes venison, turkey, wild boar, rabbit, and quail, and even some beef.

I'll be going on a few more runs myself during our stay here. If there's anything you'd like picked up, let me know. [He pauses, and adds:] Essential, that is. Food, medicine, mechanical parts, spell components, things of that sort.

I also offer combat training, for anyone interested. Sword, knife, axe, and hand-to-hand. No charge up here.

[Private to Crucible:]

I have... a favor to ask of you.

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video ♛ heart with a gaping hole

[ it has been a while since morgana has appeared on the network and when she does, she does so suddenly. the feed clicks on to reveal her as she steps back from the tablet, there is more of a coldness to her face, edges gained only by time. pale skin is stained with blossoms of red, scraps and cut still unattended (she had a bloody cave dropped on her head not too long ago, thanks merlin), fain traces of dust collected in her hair. ]

And I thought my loathing for this place could grow no more.

[ as striking as morgana herself the large white form behind her begs more attention. the creature croons softly, head lowering and wings folding in tight. ]

Her name is Aithusa. [ even morgana's tone is colder now. there is a pain to it, joy and pain. aithusa her dear ally and friend, brought here to this dreadful rock with no sky to stretch her wings and fly. yet part of her is happy to have the dragon here, at her side. ] And she is under my protection. [ aithusa's head raises and the dragon pads forward a single step. morgana exhales, her hands balled into fists that none can see. they shake. ] She is not to be harmed. This is the first and only warning any of you will receive.

Heed my words or you shall regret it, unimaginable suffering will follow if you do not. [ it is a threat, plain and simple. lacking in subtlety, but she could care less, she will have herself understood now and understood plainly.

and just as quickly as morgana and aithusa appeared, the feed cuts. ]

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( PRIVATE to LILY )

( PRIVATE to ELLIE & DICK )

[ Her voice, while somewhat tired, is leveled as she speaks. ]

For the time being, the clinic should be stocked with some personal hygienic products anyone might have been wondering about. There's shampoos, soaps, sanitary napkins, and pads and tampons for the ladies. There's also patches for smokers. Anything else you're looking for, like medicine or bandages, you'll have to check with someone at the clinic.

Anyway, I asked the AI the decrypt a couple of drives belonging to the UE. There were various analytical notes specializing in robotics, specifically robotic spacecraft — rovers. For those unfamiliar: a rover is a vehicle used in space explorations. Depending on the design, they can either be partially or completely operated on their own, or they can transport crews.

There's a couple of bad ideas that come to mind knowing this information: one being they may have plans to come up here eventually and if they aren't fully aware how many of us are here, they'll find out.

Research also indicated "interdimensional colonization". We've been well aware for a while they're able to access portals into other worlds.

The drives also contained some notes on Project Chimera and talks of previous genetic projects the UE's researched. I'll forward anyone who wants a copy of these notes to look over.

[ For those who ask and receive: here. ]

Has anyone begun to compile the information we have together to make it more streamlined? I imagine the AI can likely do it if you ask.

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Why have we not returned to Exsilium? The danger is over, isn't it?

[Kili looks frustrated and tired. He's not used to being cooped up indoors like this, and no one can really blame a dwarf for not understanding radiation. and nuclear bombs.]

This place wasn't meant for living on. We can't even go outdoors! It doesn't feel like we're living anymore, merely... surviving.

And Kang, forgive me, but it seems it will be a while longer before I can continue with the blade my uncle forged you.

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VOICE

--Ah, good, I believe I've managed to coerce this connection to work properly. Splendid.

[ hello everyone! a rather measured voice of a man is apparently addressing the network this fine evening! he doesn't seem particularly startled... ]

Hello. I've received all the proper information regarding this ... lovely situation we've all somehow gotten into. It's quite remarkable, all things considered.

[ there's no pause for breath, no sound of shuffling... he must be a rather well-practiced speaker!! ]

After some review of this network, I realize Mr. Stark resides among us, is that correct? Sir, if you can hear me, please respond. I'm quite disoriented. [ was he being serious? hard to tell. ]

In the extremely likely situation in which Mr. Stark disregards my message, I would appreciate anyone capable of garnering his attention to do so. I apologize for the trouble.

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☼ 005 ☼ | Voice

[He has nothing he wants to say about the fate of Exsilium over the network. Sure, he definitely has a lot of thoughts and feelings about the whole subject, but it really wasn't like him to share those with people. And so when his voice comes on over the usual alias of "Kaneis Major", he gets straight to the point]

Hey. If anyone's in need of a distraction, I need training.

You see, I don't know how much word's spread, but it sounds like the United Earth found a way to copy the abilities of the people they nabbed. Don't know the details of it, buuut it sure is gonna make facing them an even bigger pain.

So anyway, because of that I'd like to learn some new stuff so I can have some tricks up my sleeves. New weapons, abilities, strategies- I'll take whatever I can get. Well, except swordsmanship. I know that one already. But anything else I'd at least...hear them out!

Oh yeah- if you teach me I'm a pretty fast learner, and I'm sure I can figure out a way to compensate you somehow if you're looking for that.

So...yeah. Thanks, I guess!