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Who: Robb & Jojen
Broadcast: n/a
Action: At the new planet, after Robb has visited the tree and frets about Bran
When: Some backdated date

[Robb can feel a massive headache coming up and he keeps on pinching the bridge of his nose, hoping to stave it off at least until he has arrived back at the Blue Fish. It had not gone well. He had chased his brother away for the second time now and he has no idea how to make it right anymore.

He figures that his brother could’ve remembered other things than warging. Bran knew Robb did not want to have anything to do with it. But he does not want to lose his brother, especially since he knows that he is about to lose so many other things when returning to Westeros.

While mulling all of this over he stares at the ground, frowning deeply, not realizing he is about to bump into someone.]

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[ Jojen isn't moving, not really, he's trying to tie the new net he'd acquired around his hips like his sister wears it; his is head tilted down as to try to tie it. In the midst of his fussing, someone larger than him and stronger than him all but collides into him. It sends the frail Crannogman off balance and tumbling down on his bum with a small "oof" sound. Far too well behaved to try to catch his balance on something else. Perhaps a Jojen from earlier in the day wouldn't have any issue being bumped to the side, but he's overexerted himself and with the greendream he had the prior night, it's not a good mix.

Far shy of five feet, and not much taller than Bran, he's used to going unnoticed. But the man that tramples him - well, he figured would have the courtesy of not trampling over Crannogmen. There's a frown on the straw-haired boy as he looks at the King and Warden of the North, Robb Stark, the man who apparently thinks it's better to walk over his bannermen than to step to the side. Jojen holds no real ill towards the man though it is hard to be unbiased when someone he'd consider one of his best friends is in turmoil due to the way Robb is treating him. It's obvious by the look on Robb's face that he wasn't really with himself whilst walking. ]

My king. [ It's said as a greeting really, with a small bow of his head as Jojen moves to get back to his feet. ] I apologise, I was in the way. [ He knows his manners, apologise first to a king, even if the fault lies on him. ]

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[The sound of a voice makes Robb snap out of his thoughts, his blue eyes focusing on the shorter boy’s face. He recognizes him. Bran remembered him back when they were at the tree.

It takes a considerable amount of time before Robb actually responds, still blinking and slightly confused. His thoughts tend to wander off to Bran more than he wants to let on.]

Ah... [His eyes narrow before he shakes his head.] Call me Robb. My crown and title do not matter here and I am quite fond of people addressing me by my name. [He smiles at Jojen.]

You are the son of lord Reed, is it not? [More and more Westerosi come pouring in lately. It is only a matter of time since they would bring more Lannisters, or Boltons. If so, he’d take all their heads.]

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[ For now, the net gets tied around his hips loosely, it looks a little messy, and it isn't the right knot, not the one that Meera taught him, the one that pulls away with one tug. He'll have to work on it. But he has more important things to do than to tug at the net, especially while Robb Stark is talking to him. ]

Robb, then. [ The blond looks like he disagrees with what Robb has said about his crown and title not mattering where they were, but he keeps it to himself. ]

Howland Reed is my lord father, that's correct. My name is Jojen. I was a traveling companion of your brother's before I was brought here. [ His tired green eyes linger on Robb's eyes, searching for something most people can't see, or at least that's what it looks like. ] Have you been to the tree yet?

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[Robb remains silent when Jojen busies himself with adjusting the fishnet around his hips.]

Aye, Robb. [He is no one’s king anymore. Unless him jumping out of lord Frey’s window proves to be a success and he manages to save his men while he is at it. Robb figures that he will fight until he dies there. It is not the best death, but maybe he could take lord Frey or lord Bolton with him in the process.]

Well met, Jojen. [His smile is warm.] I cannot help feeling surprised at seeing you here. [Apparently the lords of Atroma are keen on pulling all sorts of people from Westeros and place them here instead.] I have heard about that. You brought Bran to the Wall, is it not?

I have been. [Robb nods slowly.] Have you?

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[ He agrees with Sansa's sentiments: as long as Robb is there talking to him, he's Jojen's king. ]

I'm surprised at being here, your -- [ He looks a little itchy, but complies with the demand of no titles. Give him... A minute, while he has no issues disregarding titles, kings are another thing entirely, especially when he feels that Bran is a prince. He glides right past that however, speaking up again, to move past his blunder. ] I did, and past it too.

What did you name your wolf? The one it gave you. [ Jojen nods slowly, whether this is to confirm what he's saying or what Robb's asking, it's anyone's guess. ] I have. I saw Lady Sansa there. [ And a few others at various times, but Sansa's probably the only one of import to Robb. ]

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I have been surprised as well. It has subsided over time, I must say. [He has nothing to go back to. There is barely any urge to long for traitor’s steel piercing his body.] More and more from Westeros seem to find their way to this place.

[That Jojen guides Bran to places further than the Wall makes no sense and for a moment the smile on his face falters a little.]

Why? It is not safe there. [That is where half of the antagonists of Old Nan’s stories live. And Wildlings too.] You cannot take my brother there. [Or maybe he already did.] Bran told me you were heading for the Wall.

Has he lied?

[The words Jojen tells him after are half forgotten and he answers the question about his wolf in a rather curt way.]

I have not. And it has not given me a name.

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Curious, isn't it?

[ Jojen's wondered why so many Westerosi are here, when there are apparently so many other worlds to choose from. He doesn't think himself particularly that interesting, especially not without his sister. Though, he has noticed, since arriving, his health has been a little better in the sense that it hasn't been deteriorating as badly. Perhaps it means he won't need her to fight his battles... As hopeful a thought as that is, he doubts it. ]

It is not safe anywhere, behind or beyond the wall. I'm afraid I already have. [ Sorry, not sorry, Robb-o. ]

He hasn't lied, I'm from Bran's future. He has not yet made it as far as I recall, if I understand what he was trying to explain.

[ A pause, and then a bit more boldly. ] I do not think he would lie to you about something important even if you disagreed with it.

[ Another shorter pause. ] Why not?

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[Robb nods firmly.]
It is. [Then he smiles a bit of a sour smile.] I may hope the right people come show up instead of the bad ones. [But in a way he would not mind it if lord Bolton would show up, or King Joffrey. At the least he could kill them then.]

Have you managed to avoid the Wildlings? [Robb raises both eyebrows.] Gods be good, I have not given you permission to take my brother,...my heir, to a place where chances are big that he will end up dead! [Jojen, what are you thinking?] Did your lord father decide this? [If so he might be a little bit more mild. Only a little bit, though.] Bran cannot walk...

[Oh man, now it’s about time and future again...]

And how will that future be? Probably one after my death, is it not? Is it one of those...other universes? Ones that are the same but not quite the same? Or am I just as dead?

[At the last question Robb just sighs and shrugs.] I do not know why not.

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There are worse things than Wildlings beyond the Wall. [ Jojen's eyebrows knit together, mirroring an inverse of a grumpier Robb Stark. He doesn't look impressed to be spoken down to in such a manner, but he understands it nonetheless. Bran is his brother, he wants to protect him just as much as Jojen wishes to protect Meera. Robb was their king, he's Jojen's king as long as he stands there breathing and angsting at him, he wouldn't hold his emotions against him. ]

You were not there to give your permission. [ Robb, it's a fair point. ] He was in danger, and decided it himself. But it was upon my lord father's request that I met Bran and offered to help him. [ He's not going to hide behind his father, even if it was Howland that sent him to Winterfell. ] Bran doesn't need to walk. The strongest of us work with what the Gods give us, and your brother is perhaps the strongest I have ever met.

[ The look on Jojen's face is just getting crabbier looking, sorry............. This is an uncomfortable topic, especially to be berated about. It's not Robb that's bothering him so much as the though of death that he keeps picking at, like a sore wound that Jojen will share with him. It makes him feel almost sick. ]

Your death remains. [ His expression softens though, and his gaze falls to the ground instead. ] All men must die someday. The best we can do is face our death with honour. [ Who is he trying to convince. ]

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[Robb nods at those words.]

Aye, there are. [Like bloody King Joffrey and that wretched woman where he came from. And he pulls a face when he thinks of them.] And if there are even worse things behind the Wall I do not understand why you would think it is wise to take Bran that far. Did your father decide this? [Was Howland Reed scheming behind his back as well? He finds that extremely hard to believe, the Reeds have always been loyal to house Stark. It would be folly to doubt them.]

You should have written me! Not make foolish decisions on your own! [And then? What would Robb have done? March to Winterfell to pick up Bran while there were more urgent matters in the west? Or there was the other option, of course. Death.

Still, he calms down when he tells him how strong Bran is. Somewhat of a smile appears on his face and he nods.] That is true. He is a Stark through and through.

[The smile disappears from Robb’s face almost immediately when Jojen says that and that heavy feeling returns in his stomach again. He does not want to die. Not like that.]

What is honorable about treason? About...dying on lord Frey’s floor...guestright be damned? [There is an annoying little squeak in his voice while he says that.] But...it is true...all men die. It is folly to hope you can choose your death... [If Robb would die during his war he wanted to die on the battlefield, knowing he had fought for his cause. If he would survive his wish would be to die of old age surrounded by his loved ones.

Apparently he got the bad end of the deal.]

It feels as if the gods have cursed our house...