ASHA GREYJOY, the kraken's daughter. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-06-18 07:52 pm
cetos) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-18 07:52 pm
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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.
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.
[video]
Well, well, Captain Greyjoy - I think I like you already.
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Reminds her of someone. ]
We've that in common. [ feeling myself.mp3 ] I assume you're Captain Russo.
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[Her lips quirk up - subtle, mischievous.]
It's good to have a Greyjoy onboard who can respect that, for once.
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So you've met my little brother. [ Though she knows his words were not so unlike what her nuncles and father might have said of other women, Theon is here. With an air of nonchalance: ] I would say he was raised by wolves, but I've known ironmen to be equally respectful. It is the cock, I think, that makes them foolish.
[ and it's the only thing all the dipshits she knows have in common js. ]
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He told me a little girl shouldn't be captain, so I kicked him in the balls. That was our longest chat so far.
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Perhaps that's why she finds relief in it, laughing along with Alex. If it had been Asha, blood might have been shed, but she supposes a well-aimed kick carries the same message. ]
Fortunately for me, then, that I'm not my little brother. [ so she doesn't get hit, yo. ] How are the rest of the crew?
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[Alex loves them fiercely, but isn't one to wear her heart around piratey strangers.]
Stef's the first mate, so you should take anything that requires paperwork to him. Let Kirito know if anything's broken in the ship. Don't mess with Loki if you want to keep all your hair, and don't play pranks on Anakin while's he's flying the ship. Oh - and don't ask Max too many questions, just let her do her thing.