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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If you jest, [ Her mouth turns downward sharply. ] you've piss-poor taste and a wish to join the true wolves in the ground. [ because his fam would totes murder an impostor js. That's what she would do, anyway. ] If you speak truthfully, [ She tilts her head back in laughter. ], vows end in death, so fuck someone in your afterlife. [ a beat. ] That's advice, not an offer.
[ She only bangs people who can kick her ass, and she doubts a dead boy has much fight in him. And he's a wolf cub besides. Of the same blood that wrenched her family apart, Rodrick and Maron's blood in their mouth and Theon held in their teeth.
she might feel hate, if her nature were less measured, and house stark remained strong. but she is her mother's daughter, and house stark is naught but dregs. ]
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I did not expect the Ironborn to mourn me. [Yes, he is amused. Some sort of dark, morbid glee he has never really felt before.] I speak the truth and what I do with my vows is mine alone. [He breaks them, that is for sure.] But it is truth that, at times, they end in death.
I have no intention to bed you, my lady.
[The only one he would bed is his lady wife. And she is not here, and he cannot be there anymore. So that might just end in nights of his hand, the blankets and filthy thoughts.]