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Who: Eris & anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: e v e r y w h e r e
When: after that glorious shuffle

[ It's another glorious day in the mortal realm, or as close to it as one can get when they're adrift in space. And you know what? Eris isn't even bothered that she's been summoned there despite the impossibility of it all. The fleet is just teeming with all sort of calamitous potential. So many people at odds with themselves, riddled with guilt or greed or doubt.

Pawns ripe for her to manipulate and lead to their untimely destruction.

Now that she's no longer confined to the Marsiva Eris can move about freely as she pleases, drifting from ship to ship with a mere thought. The Huntress, Tourist, Red Fish, Blue Fish...any ship is fair game to her and so is anyone. So the big question is...what exactly is your character doing? ]

[ ooc; if you haven't seen or filled it out, here is her permissions! Eris will be creeping and/or flirting on your character like hella if you tag in, be warned. ]

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[It takes Jon a second to realize there's someone else in the room with him, and he's already reaching for the wrench when it also registers that it's a woman and the lower half of her body is made of smoke.]

Who are you? [It's said in a low, threatening tone. It'd be more effective if he had Longclaw with him, but as things stand he just holds the wrench out like he would a sword. He's already suspicious enough towards most people, but Eris trips all his alarms.] What do you want?

[ Oh, he's cute. And not exactly the brightest of the mortals she's encountered, but that really isn't saying much. They all tend to be rather gullible. But brandishing a wrench? At her? That's new.

And utterly pointless. ]

Is that any way to greet a guest?

[He's trying his best. On some level, he's well aware that he is woefully outmatched here--no direwolf, no Longclaw, nothing but himself and the rapidfire hammering of his heartbeat.

He still holds the wrench steady, and keeps the fear from showing. (It shows anyway, in the wary way his eyes dart around.)]

I don't recall inviting you. [And after the Red Wedding, what worth does guest right have now?] I asked you a question. Who are you?

Eris. [ Hope he's ready for a show, because following her name the Goddess dissolves into strands of smoke that loop and reform-her "body", right behind him and easily twice his size. ] The Goddess of Discord♥

[He whips around, and the woman--Eris is behind him now, and more than twice his size as well, as big as if not even bigger than the giants, than Wun Wun. He'd throw the wrench, but he rather doubts it'd affect her. Still, he feels slightly better with something in his hand that might be able to keep her at bay.

Whoever or whatever she is.]

Not a goddess I've ever heard of, then. [Not from his world, definitely. She doesn't look like a tree.] Why are you here?

[ If she was a tree she would be the HOTTEST OF TREES HE'S EVER LAID EYES UPON. So there. Luckily for him instead, she's just the hottest...smoke-being? Or something. Whatever. The point is, lucky Jon. ]

Do I need a reason to visit the world of all you adorable little mortals? [ Which is as obvious as ever that she isn't here for a good reason and she makes no attempts to disguise it. ]

[soz Eris he's still too hung up on Ygritte

If the first few minutes of their conversation didn't trip all of Jon's alarms--which it did--then that remark definitely would have. He tenses, fingers tightening around the wrench he's still holding out like a sword. Like someone used to wielding a sword.]

If you've no reason to be here, my lady, [and my lady comes out sounding much more venomous than usual] then get out. [Or--what, exactly? For all that he's trying not to let it show, he's well aware that he's hopelessly outmatched here. He should really run.

He's not.]

[ And that's why she just loves playing with mortals. They're just so predictable and stubborn, never making the smart choices.

She banks on that a lot. ]

Oh? You think I don't?

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