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.
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Tell me, has he always been this obnoxious, or is it a skill he learned over time?
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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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Yeaaaaah, well if by 'wolves' you mean the Starks, he kinda screwed them over only by a lot, so it didn't work all that well for him.
Sorry you're related to such a jerk.
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[ neutrally — ] l've no interest in stories I know well, [ she was kind of there when this shit happened thx ] but I'll say this: to expect loyalty from a prisoner is as foolish as a mummer's song. Wolves ought know better than to think a kraken dragged from the depths might find comfort in the woods. [ She waves hand to dismiss the topic. It was the stupidity of taking Winterfell, so far from the sea, that concerned her. The murder of children, that disappointed her. The attack on the Starks, whose men killed two brothers and whose father took another, damning her mother to madness in the process? That is certainly acceptable in her wartime morality. ]
If you have your own grievances with him, I'll hear them.
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[His loyalty to the Starks is pretty deeply ingrained in him by now. No going back there. ]
The Starks are members of my crew. I have grievances with anyone who poses a threat to them.
...Plus he was a jackass to Alex, so.
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As it happens, I'm speaking with the Starks and Captain Russo presently. [ She arches an eyebrow, sharp and challenging. ] Have you anything more to add, Captain?
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Yeah? Hope it's civil, at least.
[He's not gonna pry. She gets a long, solid look, before he leans back and shrugs.]
You got somewhere better to be, go right ahead.
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I have innocents to menace with my monstrous face and towns to burn in the name of my house, as you well know. [ sarcasm. ]
[ DISCONNECT. ]
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next time u can exit water tribe style xoxo ]