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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?

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

[delincuente]

In the flesh. [She gives a little nod, and tips her pipe.] Been my ship for about a year.

[Her lips quirk up - subtle, mischievous.]

It's good to have a Greyjoy onboard who can respect that, for once.

[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. ]

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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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[ 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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[ Ah, yes, she can imagine what her brother might have said. Of authority in general, let alone a woman captain. ]

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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[ 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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[She laughs out loud. Asha's attitude is her new favorite thing, and she gives a silent thanks to the powers that be that this girl is actually Theon's sister.]

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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[castintoflames]

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

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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.]

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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.]

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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.

[castintoflames]

Another revives you. (Now that makes far more sense, though the ritual baffles him.) Why risk -

(But then she explains. He frowns, his eyes darkening.)

Yet you will - as a Child of Man. Death is unavoidable. (Unless said god has remarkable powers.)

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[ 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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[ 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.]

[steeledskin]

I believe it.

[ the queen had warned her, hadn't she? that woman must be hardened against blood, for they must see more of it than most men. at the time she had been stony in the face of cersei's 'lesson', but now it comes back to her with a biting vengeance.

sansa clears her throat: ] And you are truly Theon's sister?

[ he will always be 'theon' to her, not lord this or greyjoy that. maybe, on occasion, he is 'turncloak'. but habits learned in childhood are hard to shake, and she talks about her father's ward with an almost informal tone. ]

[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.

[tallasaking]

[His mouth twists wryly, and he gives her a slight salute with one finger, in answer to subtle statement.]

Yes, but some little brothers are more of a handful than others. [He acknowledges his identity, and that arch of his eyebrow is to remind Asha that whatever his reputation might be, killing Tywin is the crime he has owned. One he does not fear to own.]

I have a hard time believing that, Captain. [And he'll be sure to keep calling her Captain - a nod of respect to her rank and not her noble status.] You seem to hold a sensibility he lacks.

[There is a pause, before he puts in a surprisingly easier tone. One would almost think he was trying to spare Theon.] He has done much to ruin his own reputation. I can hope your sensibility is something that shall rub off, and is not just in the blood?

[Even when he doesn't like the young man -- he's clearly broken.]

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[ Despite the seemingly somber topic, she laughs again. ]

No need to be so literal. I'm aware of my mortality.

[ She may follow many ironborn traditions, proudly touting their words, but she knows that if the gods are real, they are cruel and distant, not like to make Asha Greyjoy immortal. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ That sounds like a far cry from the boy whispering snatches of information and psychosis to her in the cold.

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?