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Who: Asha Greyjoy and errybody
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley 
When: Today

[ Asha Greyjoy stands in a nondescript hallway aboard the SS Paisley. She is not so foolish as to think there are not those who would harm her among the fleet and would rather not fight in close quarters, if it should come to that. For now, she leans against a wall, unflinchingly gazing into the communicator, more comfortable than curious. Once sharply cropped black hair falls unevenly about her face, too long and shaggy for her liking. Though she would prefer to wear the ship-issued clothing, she dons her weathered, salted leather for this broadcast. It is important that she bear the look of her people when lost in space.

However, she has added her security issued automatic weapon to her ensemble, holstered where her axe once glinted in the light. ]

[ Lazily — ] I believe I’ve arrived in perfect time to represent my people. [ a pause (for the drama tbh). Is this a reference to Tyrion’s broadcast or her brother’s misadventures? Both, perhaps. Evidently, she did some back-reading before announcing her presence. She tilts her chin up, as if challenging her viewers. ]

I am Asha of House Greyjoy, daughter of the kraken, Captain of the Black Wind, and [ an abrupt laugh. ] wife of an axe. [ not some rusted man of the Crow Eye’s choosing. ] Now, I mean no disrespect to my dear captain of the SS Paisley when I mention my titles. You have my service and loyalty, Captain Russo, if only out of respect for the institution of a ship. [ Which is mostly true, if partly for diplomacy’s sake. ] I introduce myself as such so that I may not lie by omission. Secrets in close quarters make for silly disputes, don’t you think? And I’ve nothing to hide. [ She shrugs. ]

On the Iron Islands, we must drown before we may live. And if death has already taken me once, why should I fear life among the stars? Or the animals twinkling with them, at that. [ Shout out to her fellow Westerosi. ] I will not bore you with history, but if you should like to learn more of the reavers of isles, who trade as well as take, who travel to the farthest reaches of our realm but return to the stony shores because none but us survive there, well — [ Her face splits into a grin. It is an easy thing to be happy when you’ve escaped cannibals and burnings and your only worries are green men. ] — I’ll oblige you, provided you regale me with tales of your own adventures. A fair trade. [ because she isn’t some godless pirate please and thank you!! ] I’ve need of drink and laughter after enduring snow and somber company.

[ Her smile thins into an unreadable expression, certainly more weary than before but too neutral to truly judge. ]

— And Theon, it is time we meet again.

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[steeledskin]

[ she spends a long time saying nothing. the network captures the captivated face of a copper-haired, fair-skinned young woman. one might think she's southron through and through. there's very little stark about her -- leastwise, not in her appearance. she watches asha greyjoy with outright curiousity wending across her features.

after a great many heartbeats, she cannot help her question: ] How does one marry an axe?

[cetos]

[ southron, surely, with that hair, though asha classifies her more generally -- as a greenlander. from north to south, the greenmen do not not understand the ironmen. but this green girl tries, in a way, which is more than asha expected.

though she's always prepared for sansa's question. ]

When one courts battle over child-bearing, it's an easy thing to do. [ said without contempt for the latter, mind you. she laughs in anticipation of her own joke. ] There's less blood involved.

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[delincuente]

[Alex looks a good ten years younger than Asha, but she drapes herself over the captain's chair with the confidence of a queen. Her combat boots are propped up on the control panel, and she's chewing on a garish plastic pipe from an arcade.]

Well, well, Captain Greyjoy - I think I like you already.

[cetos]

[ Asha was captain at seventeen, so Alex's age scores another point in her favour. A young woman captain with a flair for the irreverent?

Reminds her of someone. ]

We've that in common. [ feeling myself.mp3 ] I assume you're Captain Russo.

[reek]

[ The minute her familiar face appears on the network, Theon feels a white hot stab of rage. She left him, abandoned him with no help or useful advice, and he just can't get over that. He listens to her spiel, refusing to admit to himself that he has said everything far better than he ever could. Instead of heeding her demands, he holes up in his cabin and lets her wait for as long as he dares to, just because he wants to steam in his anger.

When he's finally ready, he dons his clothing from home (fortunately some of the plainest he owns), squares his shoulders, and stops down the halls like an angry bull until he finds her. Actual ten year old, Theon Greyjoy. ]

Why would you, a captain of the Iron Islands, swear your loyalty to her?

[ Because he's still mad at Alex as well. ]

[cetos]

[ For differing reasons, Asha assumes Theon — or what remains of him — will tread slowly. As long as he responds to his name. That is what he said, isn't? In that whisper. That the name mattered most.

She thinks him fragile, not unlike their lady mother. In a kinder world, he and Alannys might find solace in each other, wandering the Reader's grounds. The thought sends a pang of something through her. Guilt? Loneliness? The likelihood of being the last true kraken grows higher with every second. Part of her wishes he wasn't here, so she need not see him all white and hoary.

The sight of him as he was in Winterfell jolts her more than his petulance ever could. Still, a retort forms easily. ]

A captain is a captain because of a loyal crew. [ That is to say, Russo earned being captain somehow. ] And I've no interest in mutinying over metal and stardust.

[ this garbage can is not a ship and space is not the sea pass it on. ]

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[tallasaking]

Well ...

[Tyrion rubs his beard at this new arrival - who might just be on his list of people from Westeros who did not want to make him drink himself into a stupor.

He tips a bow.]

Greetings you, Captain. I trust you will be something of a more - calming effect on your younger brother?

[Seriously, Asha. Calm him the heck down.]

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[ In reply, Asha laughs instinctively. ]

A little brother is always a little brother, as you well know. [ And little brothers are always unruly, is the innocent implication, though she says as much to ensure he knows that she recognizes him as Tyrion Lannister, and mayhaps to imply she's up to date on history as well. Tyrion has surely become the chief, rebellious younger brother of Westeros, after all, particularly given his dip into kinslaying. But if she judges him for the rumours, she shows no evidence of it in her easy smile. ] And he's my little brother, to be sure.

[ Which could be a warning to those speaking ill of him as much as an assurance that she'll handle him. ]

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[castintoflames]

How can one drown and live? (The question is phrased calmly by a rather scarred Elf with hair of copper and dark red.)

[cetos]

Another breathes life back into you.

[ She thumps her chest, as if to emphasize her point. The quickness with which she answers indicates this is a question she foresaw — even hoped to receive. She wants to say the words aloud, after all this time. ]

What is dead may never die. And if the Drowned God deigns it, you rise again harder and stronger.

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[nedstarksbastard]

[She calls herself the wife of an axe, and Jon thinks of the spearwives. Seems as though Theon's sister is far more tolerable than Theon himself.]

It seems as if the Atroma's growing more and more fond of Westeros. [He doesn't like that one bit. There's no shortage of Stark enemies in Westeros, after all, and of boys like Joffrey and men like Janos Slynt. But Asha Greyjoy seems--not half-bad, for someone who's related to the man Jon keeps getting into baby fights arguments with.] Jon Snow of the Night's Watch, my lady.

[No secrets, she says, but he keeps back a rather important title: Lord Commander.]

[cetos]

[ It is a poor secret to keep, when she walks among Stannis' men — when the prize her not-so-gallant Justin Massey desires is won by delivering Arya Stark to her brother, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Mayhaps Stannis is less forthright than he claims to be with his allies, if he only mentions some of the captives he keeps.

Or mayhaps she'll burn long before Stannis must make good on his promises. The thought nearly wipes the smirk from her face. ]

You undersell yourself, Jon Snow. Opinions on whether I'm a lady vary, in truth, but I'm undeniably familiar with snow, as of late — thanks to the Watch's southron king.

[ But does he mean to hide from her or his own? Regardless, she seems intent on implying she knows far more about the North's current situation than a kraken ought, mainly to ascertain whether or not Snow would prefer her in chains and on her way back to Stannis. ]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Axes will not get you far here, lady Greyjoy.

[More Westerosi. Robb wonders if the lords of Atroma are planning something big. Mayhaps they would bring Walder Frey and Roose Bolton next. That could be quite entertaining for everyone, is it not?]

But tell me one of your tales. I do not know much about the Iron Islands, I am afraid. [He knows nothing and it has been foolish of him to send Theon back there, not knowing what he was going to face.]

[cetos]

[ Voice is a bold deviation from her declaration of openness. Oh, someone is asserting himself. Not your average green boy, then.

She maintains video on her end, so he can see the amusement light her face. ]

If you want to be my lord husband, you need only say. [ Even if her laugh indicates otherwise — ] And best my other suitors, of course, though none but my axe is like hold his own.

[ She appreciates his fierceness, really, but she won't accept the implication of weakness. Her strength is all she has. (Also Erik, Tristofer, and Justin are weenies pass it on.)

She continues in a sort of prim tone, higher than her casual drawl, the way she imagines a southron lady might speak. ] If you would court me so, I'd have your name.

[ Never insult a gal's axe husband if you want to have a serious conversation, man. ]

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[helladoomed]

Man, I'm starting to think there's some kind of secret requirement for everyone on the paisley to be weirdly hot.

[Chloe Price: Not Helping.]

[cetos]

[ Chloe Price: her new FAVOURITE. ]

Aye, we're meant to be viewed, are we not? To give them a show.

[ asha intends to live a nsfw lifestyle txt it. ]

[bythewaves]

A very... odd but interesting way of thinking. [ He wonders if the Black Numenoreans practiced such things - it seems very similar to their sort of ways ] Well met then, Captain Asha. Maglor, at your service.

I am but a simple bard, but to learn new tales to go with mine is always a joy, if the lady pleases.

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[ The choice of Captain over Lady earns some favour. Her smiles remains, and her eyes brighten, curious. ]

Bards rarely visit the islands. [ mainly because they're not welcome, but Asha differs from her people in this respect. ] What sort of tale would you prefer, Maglor?

[ bloody or happy or hisotorical or anecdotal... ]

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[resnipstance]

[Asha, meet obviously alien girl.]

Oh, are we trading stories about our homes again?

Who goes first?

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[ Well, obviously alien is an understatement. Her brows hike toward her hairline in surprise. ] Do you think you've a story that suits your audience?

[ Challenging her to tell a story a pirate queen would enjoy, essentially. ]

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[bryces_pup]

[Atroma definitely has a predilection for Westerosi, it seems.

Riona's met and talked with most of the Westerosi here, save for Asha's brother, as luck would have it. That said, Riona decides to take up on this newcomer's offer. Their world fascinates her a bit - even as she gradually realizes that it's kind of a shit hole - even more so than Thedas.]

Welcome to the fleet, Captain Greyjoy. And how shall we refer to your dear husband, the axe?

[Please excuse her for her terrible humor.]

I've heard bits and pieces of Westeros, but little of your home in particular. I'd be happy to listen to whatever stories you'd love to share.

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[ Riona earns warmth by not openly disrespecting her brother. (Family may mock family, but others attempting to give Asha childsitting advice has grown annoying.)

Her jokes earns a genuine laugh. ]

Do you have a taste for blood, or do you prefer softer things? [ Said without contempt for the latter because she has stories for both, from finger-dancing to seafaring. ]

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[moonofmylife]

[Well, since we're doing a Title listing here.... Dany has you beeat. Sorry Asha. At least for once she's actually going to list her titles. She normally does not as she is rather far from Mereen or Westeros and addressing herself as Captain of the Caprine is usually enough.]

Welcome to the fleet. [Lady? Captain? She doesn't want to offend the Paisley's captain.] I am Daenerys Targaryen, Captain of the S.S. Caprine, Queen in Mereen, Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, The Rhoynar, The Andals, and The First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, and the Mother of Dragons - though sadly I am lacking them here. I expect you will find much warmer company here among the fleet than you previously held. Should you have any questions about the Fleet that you have not addressed with your crew or your ship's Captain, please do not hesitate. I find myself already pleased you are a bit more amicable than your younger brother.

[She gives a bit of a smile, lips pressed together. Her violet eyes shine like amethyst in daylight, contrasting her silver-blonde hair.]

As for questions I may have - what is the current state of the Iron Islands? I find myself curious of home, though I have not yet set aboard ships to reconquer it from the Lannisters.

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[ Daenerys' titles tell much about her. More than the average Westerosi, Asha is familiar with the Dothraki, Slaver's Bay, and the Free Cities from her trading routes. Dragons, too, she has heard of, as recently as her the last time she stood above the waves. The voyage she took as her father died, murdered at the hand of the Crow's Eye.

She thinks of Euron, too, and his dragon horn. She saw the remains of the man who blew it — how he burned in the same manner as Stannis' captives set alight.

Perhaps she has something to offer a dragon queen. She lets out a low whistle, equally amused and thoughtful.]

Brothers are brothers. It is their way. [ to be little shits compared to sisters, basically. which is her light way of navigating away from the tired topic of Theon. Rodrick and Maron could have taught him to be far worse than he is, truly. ] I should like to share such things with you, Queen Daenerys, but I've blood to inform first. [ and she would not wish Theon to hear of their father's death indirectly, or any but Dany — should she prove worthy — to hear of the Crow's Eye's tricks. ] Mayhaps we could speak privately.

[ That way, she might get the true measure of the little queen. ]

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[alwayscomeback]

So you're related to Theon.

Tell me, has he always been this obnoxious, or is it a skill he learned over time?

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[ oh mY GOD Theon, this is getting old. Asha Greyjoy is a reaver and a leader, not a mother.

She cants her head and offers him a sardonic smile. ]

He was taken as a hostage of war when I was young and raised by wolves since then, so I can't say. [ a beat. ] I liked him when he was nine.

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[sandhate]

[ NEAT. For once, he's not the one in trouble. This is gonna be great. ]

Huh. I think I'm starting to get why your brother is the way he is.

Anakin Skywalker, your pilot on Paisley. I'll omit my other titles.

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[ she didn't ask to be born into a family of fragile masculinity and terrible murder decisions!! ]

If you've a complaint, there's a wait. [ she waves a hand dismissively, more bored than annoyed by the nod to her brother. she doesn't want to know exactly what anakin means by his statement or even what he thinks of theon. asha won't suffer more whinging today. she raises her eyebrows, hoping to signal her interest in a new topic. ] Will you tell me what it's like to pilot through the stars, Anakin?

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[stefanged]

Welcome abroad, Captain Greyjoy.

[This suddenly explains so much about Theon. Ah well, he'll let them duke it out as need be.]

I'm Stefan Salvatore, your medic on the Paisley. If you ever need someone to patch you up, let me know.

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[ She nods in appreciation of her correct titling. Captain, never lady, mayhaps queen (but shhhh). ]

Odds are I'll take you up on that. [ whether she says that because of her own proclivities or theon's reputation is anyone's guess. ] Have you seen much blood here?

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[universal_charm]

Wow, Atroma really has a particular love of Westeros.

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[ she laughs. ] You say that as if you don't.

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[complicatedliar]

[Oho, is this Theon's sister? Some relative, at least. Loki's all too happy to see if this is a badger who wants poking with a spoon. But since she's on his ship, no need to mess about with the video. Just find where she is and make a suitably dramatic entrance by means of walking through one of the walls.]

Well met, Asha of House Greyjoy. I am Loki Friggason, of Asgard.

[He smiles.] Shall you and Theon be quarreling and flinging tools at each other soon?

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[ Her eyes widen as her brows shoot up to her hairline, and it is only her recent exposure to impossible horrors that stops her from crying out in surprise. Is he like red choir and their priestesses? Or the Crow's Eye's dragon horn? Regardless, she pockets her communicator slowly and takes a step toward him.

Loki, then, the one Alex mentioned not to provoke. Well — ]

Aye, after we've pissed ourselves and cried for our mother. [ THE BRIGHTEST SMILE. ] You're welcome to join us.

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[partialities]

Captain, what a wonderful company you are bound to offer us.

[ and then there is margaery tyrell in her silks with long locks of brown, dyed blue at the ends on a whim for modernity. it does so match most of her gowns. her smile is as radiant as the sun that does not shine in these parts. ]

To be quite truthful, captain, our days here were becoming dull. How soon the Atroma brings one of interest. Have you been fairing well? You have found your brother, I trust?

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[ more summery pleasantries from pretty girls. asha wonders if this one is a friend of sansa or a true southroner. ]

[ simply. ] It was only a question of waiting, not finding. [ she knew where he was, but she refused to chase him. then, lifting her chin: ] What company rains compliments on me like I might be the charming sort of scoundrel and not the common variety?

[ who are you and what do you want, homegirl!! ]

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[aliased]

[ no words, just... 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻 ]

omg

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[ a tiny smile and a tiny wave ]

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[pain_train]

[Aw, good, Theon needs more friends. Well, hopefully she's going to be his friend? Wrath decides to ask. Theon is her personal project, after all.]

Oh, are you related to Theon? I'm glad you're here!

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[ asha blinks in surprise. ]

So that I might chastise him like a mother, I assume.