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
video — (ง •̀_•́)ง
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.
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Aye, we're meant to be viewed, are we not? To give them a show.
[ asha intends to live a nsfw lifestyle txt it. ]
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Hell yeah, but most people get all uptight about it and whine or complain.
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I mean. [She shrugs.] I get a little sick of it, too. Knowing we're never really given any privacy.
But hey, the audience likes me, if my account is anything to look at. [A smirk.]
Everybody loves the bad girl.
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Oh, how bad?
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Bad enough to be the troublemaker on a tv show. But not bad enough to get tossed in jail.
[Again anyway.]
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[ honestly, she's just hoping she'll find someone to play reckless and bloody games with her and/or who likes to dress down others with style. ]
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[Chloe was friends with Maergery, so she'd picked up a few things here or there.]
I was a 'lost, troubled delinquent' back home. So yeah. Trickster. Troublemaker. Gave-no-shits.
[And here she was an aspiring drug dealer, oops.]