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Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket! |
eddard stark | game of thrones
[ The feast is magnificent and he has no want for new friends in the so-called Castle of Light. Ned isn't the type to indulge for the sake of it though, so when he isn't talking politely to lords from other lands (royals, too) or eating his fill (often tossing a bit of this and that to a hopeful fairy) Ned makes a slow circuit of the Great Hall with his eye out for anyone he knows. He can't be the only Stark here, surely. Moments before the little sprites lured him away, he was in the Tower of the Hand. The little creatures were in his world, who knows who else they've spoken to? It's a little surreal not to see Arya racing about after cats or to hear Sansa complaining on his peripheries about her newest hairstyle, and because of them being in King's Landing he misses his daughters a shade more keenly than the rest of his family, who are undoubtedly well and far from any mischief this otherworldly magic could bring to the Red Keep. Hopefully, at any rate.
Time rolls on, the evening darkens, and later he wanders the grounds to the same end. ]
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She side steps strangers and bumps her elbow against Ned, turning with pink ears and an apologetic grimace. ]
Sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going.
[The resounding theme of Usagi's night. She takes him in quickly, trying to decide whether or not he seems the type to forgive or to grudge. Severe, is what she thinks - but she doesn't think he looks cruel. ]
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Not to worry, child. [ ... Is it just Ned, or do young girls nowadays do the oddest things with their hair? He himself appears like any fair-tempered man his age, looking her over with a glance and finding she's as young as Sansa. He nods his head to the banquet. ] Can you not find your friends, or were you hiding back here?
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[It's sobering, to say it out loud. He's definitely not from, she thinks. Definitely not from her time period either. There's something about him that's reminiscent of Endymion and his men. Her shoulders slump, releasing some wary tension.
She considers arguing I'm not a child but she's not really in a fighting mood.]
I haven't tried outside yet - but ... I think I'm here alone, for sure.
[She rubs her arm - takes in a deep breath and then tries to give him her brightest smile. ] It's totally okay though - I have to go home at some point, right? And they're all be there to yell at me for being gone. I already know what they'll say, too. 'Usagi, you airhead, how many times have we told you not to wander off!'
[She wraps her knuckles against her forehead and lets out a big breath of air. ] What about you, sir?
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I've not seen hide nor hair of my family, though I'll be keeping an eye out. No doubt we'll go home when our new king and queen here are appeased.
[ Wryly spoken. It always comes down to that, in the end. #nedslife ]
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[She feels awful that this is the first she gives thought to her parents and little brother. Best that they're not here, really. She isn't sure what she'd do if they were in danger. ]
It's safer, at home I think.
[sorry ned she has no idea. ]
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Walking was very beneficial exercise, that was true, but the solitude seemed to allow for thought.
In this thought she lost herself and very nearly walked in to someone coming the other way.]
Oh! I did not see you there, I do apologise.
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[ He's quick to come to a stop, resting heavily on his walking stick to take the weight off his injured leg. ]
I did not mean to startle you, begging your pardon.
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We must agree to both be at fault and start again for the sake of peace, perhaps?
I am Miss Bennet. A pleasure to make your acquaintance if you would forgive such forward behaviour.
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it isn't long before he notices someone as determined to roam as he is. are they kindred spirits? too soon to tell. but a conversation can do more help than harm, if rightly worded. ] One hell of a welcoming party, don't you think?
[ but there are reasons men wander from the fire to traverse the shadows. ]
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He replies to the newcomer with his own good manners, albeit common sense enough to be mildly cautious. ]
All Seven Hells couldn't have commanded a more lively feast.
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[ he has no grounds to judge a man for withdrawing. look where he is. ]
Pardon the intrusion. I wanted to get away from the crowd for a moment. When I saw you, I thought showing myself was my best choice. I didn't want to startle you.
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the world has been cold to arya stark since the day she left winterfell. never before had she understood the words of her house, although she knew what they were supposed to mean, she had never felt the cold. quickly her life had turned from an endless summer to a brutal winter, each time she closed her eyes she saw her father's face, dead and lifeless, even though she never quite saw it in reality. she saw her sister's face too, tears rolling down it, a face that brought on both longing and fury. there were other faces, those of robb and jon, her mother, her younger brothers, even maester ludwin and ser rodrik, but nothing brought her warmth. not even the memories of life that seemed so far away.
this place is strange. she stays in the shadows, along the walls, unsure of how she got here, what trick brought her here. perhaps its a dream. but the aroma of food makes her empty stomach grumble and after a long while, its torture to ignore it. she darts out like a cat, snatching a piece of bread to steal, ready to run should she be caught.
its then she sees him. a ghost. for it must be. how else would she see her father walking, alive, breathing. its a cruel dream she finds herself in and she shakes her head to wake her self up at him, big eyes staring wide at him, both in shock and longing.]
F-Father?
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Arya. [ Setting the drink aside without a second glance, Ned sighs and starts over and raises an arm to beckon her in. ] I'd half-hoped you'd still be with your sister back in King's Landing. Come here, child.
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But you... [ she doesn't come when he beckons, not at first. she is cautious and suspicious. this has to be a trick, of what sort, she is not sure. she remembers stories that old nan used to tell bran to scare him. they never scared her. (yes, they did). but he is not a ghost. he is real. and if crying makes her a baby, then she is just a wee babe as she runs to his arms, tears burning her eyes.
she's angry at him for dying, angry at those who killed him, but more than that, she feels a warm wash of something akin to relief upon seeing him as she buries her face in his chest.]
I saw you die.
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Die? [ Peering down at her, he shakes his head and ensures she's held in his embrace, tucked beneath his chin. ] If you've cut your hair because you had a bad dream and gone chasing cats in the dirty corridors again, I can't rightly say even I'll be able to save you from Septa Mordane's wrath.
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It wasn't a dream. [ there's a heartbreak and anger in her eyes that must proof that what she says, she knows to be true.] They called you a traitor, they said you were trying to take the crown from Joffrey. I knew they were lying but they killed you. And I couldn't stop it. I tried but I couldn't.
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... Alright. Alright, I believe you.
[ Somehow, something about this land with all its rife magic has twisted their perception. He knows when Arya is lying and this is not one of those times, that's without having breathed a word of what he's uncovered regarding the validity of Joffrey's right to rule. Not yet. He was on his way to meet Cersei, in fact, when the little fairy creatures intercepted him on his path.
Ned reels his daughter back into his arms, his deep voice tinged with a rumble of protectiveness. ]
Hush, then. You're safe with me where no harm will come to you, my girl. Have you seen your sister about?
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and yet there are tears slipping down her cheeks as he keeps her close. he smells familiar, he smells like home. it has to be him, it truly does, doesn't it? if he were a ghost, he would smell like a ghost. old nan always said they smelled different, wrong. dead.]
I thought I'd never see you again.
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[ Finding the cuff of his shirt, he gently wipes away the worst of them and as much of the dirt as he can. Disturbed by what she says, Ned reaches to pull her into his lap and rocks with her as if she's no more than a babe in arms, the warmth and noise of the feast a backdrop to their own world.
He finds her hand, splaying his own big one against it, and murmurs into her hair. ]
Now you've found me again, see? We shan't be parted. [ His fingers slide through her own and give a reassuring squeeze, a good knee jostling her fondly as though to underline the fact it can, he's entirely solid. ] Your father's here, Arya. He's right here.
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screams um hi
He does partake of the feast, but not that much--a bite of bread, a sip of wine, and he feels a little safer, but still on guard, still uneasy. He speaks politely enough to the lords from other worlds, but each conversation is short and tense. He's wary, and he's looking around for a familiar face when he finds one he never thought he'd see again.
He doesn't drop the loaf of bread he'd taken, but it's a near thing.]
Father? [For the first time in a long while, Robb Stark sounds young, shock written clear across his features. Well, who wouldn't be shocked--his father's bones had been sent north to be interred in the crypts of Winterfell, when he last checked, and now here he is, alive and hale and whole.]
hiiii hello c:
Come here before I topple over.
[ And let him embrace you, so put down your meal. ]
oh my goddddddddddddd
this keep is nothing like winterfell, though, and that's the one that often frequents his dreams--summer is nowhere to be found, either, a fact that's often distressing. he has no use of his legs, but the fae have helped him to a chair, where he sits, uncomfortable and unprotected. without the reeds or hodor around, he's stuck here, no matter who should appear to have his head, or something worse.
but, when he sees his father, bran freezes, eyes wide, mouth dropping open. the last time he saw his father was before the fall, and the news of his death had been the kind of pain you couldn't just wish away, twisting deep and pained in his gut, and he wonders what kind of trick this is, because he doesn't dare hope, doesn't dare think-- ]
...father? [ but his voice comes out small, young, broken, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the crowd, and his hands grip tight at the armrests as he waits for the sword to drop, inevitably, and tries to act like his father would have him, proud and princely (but all he wants to do, for a moment, is cry.) ]
fffff little pup come here
Oh, Bran.
[ And all he can think is, He's awake. ]
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There is a slight bite to the air, not unpleasant in the slightest but certainly unexpected. It reminds her of home, and for a moment it threatens to be too much. The North is so far away, after all, and it may well take a miracle to ever see Winterfell again. There is no denying that Lyanna is a Northerner at heart, half wolf herself at times, but she feels further away from that girl than ever before. And then she sees her brother.
She can't know for sure. He's older, much older than she'd ever remembered him, but there is so much of their father and mother in him that she is almost sure.
Almost.
The word sits in her throat for a moment, doubt plaguing the back of her mind. Of course she wants him to be here, but why would he be so much older unless by some trickery? Still, home is so far and she has been without for what feels like far too long that after a brief moment of silence, she raises her voice. ]
Ned.
[ It isn't a question. It should be, but she takes a determined stance instead, as if sheer willpower could make the hardened figure her brother. ]