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driftfleet2016-02-10 09:41 am
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-10 09:41 am
001 || video + action
Who: Jon Snow and you!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video, whoops.
Action: Marsiva
When: Present.
[video/action]
[He doesn't feel the fourth knife go in, the cold and the dark already rushing in to claim him. He's not expecting to open his eyes again--he's not really expecting much of anything at all--which makes it a shock when he does. Enough of one, in fact, that the very first thing he does is fall off his cot.
That'll make a great impression on any viewers watching. But right now, Jon Snow doesn't care about that, doesn't know about that, he's looking down at himself in shock--he was stabbed, he remembers that, he remembers the dagger in his belly and in his back and the cold, it had been so cold, but now he's here and it's as though they never were.
He's breathing again. That's--That's also unexpected. Calm down, Snow. You're lucky enough to breathe again.]
Ghost? [It takes him a moment to remember that, right--he left Ghost behind. It feels as if a part of him's been cut off from him, leaving the rest of him adrift and confused. He breathes in, out. All right, he's breathing. He'll deal with the rest of the panic and the rage later, and that growing feeling of being watched, for now he staggers to his feet, clearly still a little dazed, and looks around.] Where am I?
[This is more of a muttered question to himself, rather than one posed to the network, because then he stands up, clearly resolved to do some exploring.]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video, whoops.
Action: Marsiva
When: Present.
[video/action]
[He doesn't feel the fourth knife go in, the cold and the dark already rushing in to claim him. He's not expecting to open his eyes again--he's not really expecting much of anything at all--which makes it a shock when he does. Enough of one, in fact, that the very first thing he does is fall off his cot.
That'll make a great impression on any viewers watching. But right now, Jon Snow doesn't care about that, doesn't know about that, he's looking down at himself in shock--he was stabbed, he remembers that, he remembers the dagger in his belly and in his back and the cold, it had been so cold, but now he's here and it's as though they never were.
He's breathing again. That's--That's also unexpected. Calm down, Snow. You're lucky enough to breathe again.]
Ghost? [It takes him a moment to remember that, right--he left Ghost behind. It feels as if a part of him's been cut off from him, leaving the rest of him adrift and confused. He breathes in, out. All right, he's breathing. He'll deal with the rest of the panic and the rage later, and that growing feeling of being watched, for now he staggers to his feet, clearly still a little dazed, and looks around.] Where am I?
[This is more of a muttered question to himself, rather than one posed to the network, because then he stands up, clearly resolved to do some exploring.]
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Just give him a moment so he can collect himself.]
Hyperspace. [He repeats the term to himself, familiarizing his tongue with it. It comes out a little oddly, but hey, give him a break, he's new to this.]
We are, where we're from. At least if you were highborn, or you were speaking to someone who was. [Bastards, on the other hand--they're a special case. And the Night's Watch.] I'm not surprised. [Sansa was always the lady, out of his sisters.]
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[She hopes that makes sense. As to the latter--]
I see. Should I be referring to you by some kind of title, then? [Her tone is only slightly teasing.]
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You know nothing, Jon Snow. Ygritte's voice again, and Jon exhales. He knows little and less of how this world works, and is trying to grasp what Ahsoka's saying with some success, but Ygritte's words are still right--in this, he still knows nothing.]
And here I thought horses were fast, if you picked a good one. [It's pretty dry--yeah, what did he know?
And on the subject of titles, he coughs.] Unless you'd like me to use a title with you as well, my lady, perhaps not. [Okay, now he's just doing it on purpose, little shit.] I can't think of any title that might apply here, besides.
[Is he still Lord Commander of the Night's Watch when he's been mutinied against?]
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Oh, good. No titles, then. Just call me Ahsoka. Don't worry about offending me. I'm no one important.