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driftfleet2016-06-01 05:38 pm
kingofbadlifechoices) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-01 05:38 pm
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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.]
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[Unlike himself...]
I will not deny myself that happiness. [But he has been an awful brother. He never came from her. He refused to trade the Kingslayer for her.
He should have. Joffrey beat her and treated her as if she were a dog.] Yet I do not think I deserve that much. I can only hope for her happiness and her happiness alone.
[Guilt can be a crippling thing.]
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[ she's teasing, of course ]
I think you do, Robb Stark. I do not think you have ever meant ill for anyone. You were always kind and gracious to me, you never had to and yet you were. Good men deserve happiness.
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He realizes he misses Jeyne and he wishes he had her at his side. And, being the almost-a-man that he is, he longs to bed her as well.]
You are too kind, Margaery.
But good men do not always get what they want most. [And he does not really perceive himself as a good man. Especially not towards his siblings. Or his men. Or anyone, really.
Robb feels rather small and quite at a loss and he has no idea how to solve anything at this point.] Most of them die. [Like himself and his lord father before him.]
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Any good man here deserve a chance at happiness, I reckon. Mayhaps our futures have been changed by this world, only the Seven would know but for now, mayhaps thinking of the present is better than worrying for the future. There's so little we can do about that, after all.
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I wish I could undo this. I wish I could forget this as well. [And now he understands a little why no one has told him. Robb isn’t someone with a pessimistic outlook on things but at this point all he can see is some sort of deep black hole and, gods, it looks rather hopeless as well.]
Mayhaps we could change the future. [It could very well be that he could get letters there. Prepare his loved ones for what was about to come.]
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I trust in your house, Robb Stark. You are honorable and kind, your kin, those I have met are much the same.
I shall pray for your succeess.
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She is too good to marry Joffrey. He would beat her and treat her the way he did with Sansa. Gods be good, there truly isn’t much good in this world.]
Allow me some time to find that joy back. It could very well be that it will take a while but I will try.
[He is crying again and he wonders if it would stop anytime soon.]
You have my thanks, Margaery. Even though I do wonder if the Seven will listen to you here in space.
[At this moment he would love to see a weirwood tree to pray at.]
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Of course they shall, I pray most beautifully and they have heard me so far, I am certain.
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[Robb is not sure if he wants to be visited by others to be forced to have conversations about nothing he wants to talk about or suffer endless pity.
Pity is the last bloody thing he’d want to see. He does not need such comfort. But then again, he is not sure what he does need either.]
That does not surprise me. [Lady Margaery is a very beautiful young woman. He is sure that even the gods have noticed such a thing.] You have a kind voice. [Robb decides it is better not to talk of her beauty. Dead or not, he still perceives himself as a man wed.]