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driftfleet2016-06-01 05:38 pm
kingofbadlifechoices) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-01 05:38 pm
Entry tags:
Semi-open!
Who: Robb Stark & others
Broadcast: yes
Action: also!
When: Between the 29th of May and the 1st of June
[text; open to all]
I wish to know who have been informed about the matters that will occur at the Twins.
You have my thanks.
Signed
Robb Stark
[Blue Fish]
[Robb Stark has been quiet after he has gotten the news from his siblings. Not that he forgot about his duties as head of security, not at all. He just gets up when people are still asleep and he returns when they are awake. The weapons inside the weaponry are always cleaned and so is the floor.
At night he sometimes sneaks out to get a bottle of soda out of the cold box, just so he could drink it until he had to piss and until his tongue would feel numb from all the tingles. Still, Robb is in no way a master in sneaking around. Eventually he will bump into a crewmate and eventually he should have conversations and eventually he would get questions...
Still, most of the time Robb is inside his room, not in a mood to be surrounded by people. Of course, he is sure he finally snaps out of it, like he also managed to stop sobbing over his father’s death to make plans to bring justice to those who caused it. He is also quite positive that he will finally manage to take action. To send letters to those who matter, to pick up his lady mother and throw her out of the window for the sake of her surviving a plunge into the Trident. Mayhaps he could thrust a knife through lord Frey’s twisted heart as some sort of revenge for such a vile scheme.
But for now he likes to spend most of his hours alone.]
[When Robb finds Theon he does not wait until the other would start his idiotic remarks. He approaches him fast with a grim expression on his face. Before Theon can speak Robb takes hold of his collar and shoves him against the wall of the ship.]
Do you wish to be forgiven for your treason, turncloak?
[He hisses the words as he speaks, looking Theon straight in the eyes.
Gods, he hopes the other says yes. And he hopes even more that he can trust him with this. Theon and trust barely go together in one sentence.]
[When he arrives he is rather quiet and he looks quite tired. His hair is a bit more messy than it usual is and it shows that he hasn’t slept well. In his hands he holds a couple of letters, carefully folded and sealed with wax from a candle. Above the seal he has scribbled the weapon of his house.]
Lady Granger... [He rolls his shoulders a little before he points the letters out to her.] ...I need you to...send these to Westeros. With...a spell. The way you explained me earlier. They need to be sent to different places.
[After those words he unfolds the piece of paper that is not a letter. He has drawn a map of Westeros onto it.]
I do not wish to hear about the impossibilities of it all. Unless it will not harm you I want to try. It is of great importance that we try. At the least.
[He would like it that his goodfamily would know of the disgusting pact lord Frey has made with Bolton. And his lady wife needs to be safe as well. And the rest of the North.]
Broadcast: yes
Action: also!
When: Between the 29th of May and the 1st of June
[text; open to all]
I wish to know who have been informed about the matters that will occur at the Twins.
You have my thanks.
Signed
Robb Stark
[Blue Fish]
[Robb Stark has been quiet after he has gotten the news from his siblings. Not that he forgot about his duties as head of security, not at all. He just gets up when people are still asleep and he returns when they are awake. The weapons inside the weaponry are always cleaned and so is the floor.
At night he sometimes sneaks out to get a bottle of soda out of the cold box, just so he could drink it until he had to piss and until his tongue would feel numb from all the tingles. Still, Robb is in no way a master in sneaking around. Eventually he will bump into a crewmate and eventually he should have conversations and eventually he would get questions...
Still, most of the time Robb is inside his room, not in a mood to be surrounded by people. Of course, he is sure he finally snaps out of it, like he also managed to stop sobbing over his father’s death to make plans to bring justice to those who caused it. He is also quite positive that he will finally manage to take action. To send letters to those who matter, to pick up his lady mother and throw her out of the window for the sake of her surviving a plunge into the Trident. Mayhaps he could thrust a knife through lord Frey’s twisted heart as some sort of revenge for such a vile scheme.
But for now he likes to spend most of his hours alone.]
[When Robb finds Theon he does not wait until the other would start his idiotic remarks. He approaches him fast with a grim expression on his face. Before Theon can speak Robb takes hold of his collar and shoves him against the wall of the ship.]
Do you wish to be forgiven for your treason, turncloak?
[He hisses the words as he speaks, looking Theon straight in the eyes.
Gods, he hopes the other says yes. And he hopes even more that he can trust him with this. Theon and trust barely go together in one sentence.]
[When he arrives he is rather quiet and he looks quite tired. His hair is a bit more messy than it usual is and it shows that he hasn’t slept well. In his hands he holds a couple of letters, carefully folded and sealed with wax from a candle. Above the seal he has scribbled the weapon of his house.]
Lady Granger... [He rolls his shoulders a little before he points the letters out to her.] ...I need you to...send these to Westeros. With...a spell. The way you explained me earlier. They need to be sent to different places.
[After those words he unfolds the piece of paper that is not a letter. He has drawn a map of Westeros onto it.]
I do not wish to hear about the impossibilities of it all. Unless it will not harm you I want to try. It is of great importance that we try. At the least.
[He would like it that his goodfamily would know of the disgusting pact lord Frey has made with Bolton. And his lady wife needs to be safe as well. And the rest of the North.]
text;
[Robb Stark is absolutely furious. And her next message only makes it worse.]
My father is an innocent man and the things he stood for have been just. I would not wish to be anyone else than my father. It would be an honor.
Corpses make bad allies.
text;
Be that as it may - Innocent and Just men can still make grave mistakes in their lives.
[Just as she's sure Robb himself has made many. She isn't perfect either. She's sure she's made plenty of mistakes - the first being trusting the woman who murdered her husband.]
They do indeed, and yet here we are - talking.
text;
He should have never left for King’s Landing.
[Robb has an impressive track record when it comes to making mistakes.]
We are talking about nothing, my lady. If you wish to win the North for your cause, kiss lord Bolton’s arse. Apparently his leeches do not do a proper job there.
[So angry, so bitter.]
text;
text;
You are free to take lord Frey with him. Burn the Twins while you are at it as well.
[Angry, bitter Robb is angry and bitter.]
text;
[It could happen. She related so well to his anger and bitterness. It was a strange thing to find a kinship in but it was theirs. The only difference was that she was still alive. Perhaps in the future she could find herself truly aligning with the remnants of House Stark and, should they truly ask her for it, she might just grant them sovereignty that they so deserve.]
text;
And my wife. What will become of her?
[Knowing his goodfamily they might just marry her off again to some Lannister to avert Lord Tywin’s anger. And Riverrun? A siege, probably. It would be a logic turn of events. Rebels need to be punished after all.]
A corpse can’t avenge anything. It would only make a gruesome sight.
Re: text;
[Unfortunately, she had no idea how wrong she was and how right he was.]
text;
I have done what King Robert has done to your lord father. The difference is that King Robert won. And I will die.
The consequences will be dire.
[And it fills him with dread and guilt.]