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aryaunderfoot) wrote2013-03-04 12:44 pm
aryaunderfoot) wrote2013-03-04 12:44 pm
1st Winter [Action]
[Early this morning, somewhere deep in the woods, there is a wolf howling.
It's a long, mournful howl, and the wolf doesn't seem to want to stop. Occasionally, she'll pause for breath, and then throw her head back again after a moment's rest. This place isn't right. Her cousins aren't here, the smaller ones of her pack. The air is too warm, too full of the smells of spring. And the more she searches, the more she howls, trying to get some sort of answer out of these unfamiliar trees.
Around mid-morning, the crumpled form of a small girl can be found on the path leading from the village to the Battle Dome. She's not hurt, just very much asleep (and scrunching up her face with each wolf howl) and very much covered in grime (and smelling faintly of fish cart). And there's also the fact that she's in a New Feather dress. As the howling reaches a higher pitch, she awakes with a start, freezes, and tries to figure out what this place is. There's a chill in the air, yes, but it isn't winter building up to full strength. It can't be the Summer Islands, and it most definitely isn't Braavos. This place...
...is less concerning than the fact that there is a journal right next to her with "Arya Stark" printed right on it. She gives it an incredulous look for a moment before deciding that this must be a test of some kind. The kindly man must be behind it. With a shake of the head, the girl stands, pushes the journal with a foot until it's tucked out of sight under a nearby bush, and then turns back to the task at hand.
And tries to ignore the mournful howling that is practically tugging her in its direction. That's not something she needs to worry about. That was Arya Stark. Not her. She's nobody.]
[With so many things glaringly wrong with this place, she figures it's time to try scoping it out. The girl very cautiously approaches the village, keeping to the trees for cover until she's sure there aren't any Lannister banners flying anywhere. When there aren't any, it isn't much consolation; the buildings are huge, and the architecture isn't anything she's ever seen before. This place may not be full of lions, but it's not exactly a safe zone, either. She's not even sure what it is.
Eventually, she finds her way into town, going around to see what exactly there is to see here. She doubts she'll spot any familiar faces, but she still makes her way through all the shops in the main square, trying to get some kind of sense of what kind of town this is. The smith shop is familiar, the fashions in the clothing shop completely outlandish, the foods in the indoor marketplace entirely alien.
And she is so, so very lost. As she makes her way through town, the old phrase starts repeating in the back of her mind: Fear cuts deeper than swords. She can do this. She has to do this.
Towards nightfall, after much exploration and poking around, the girl makes her way back to the stables she passed by at some point. The horses are horses. That much is familiar, at least. This much she can understand completely. And the familiar, earthy, horsey smells are something of a comfort when you're trying to wrap your head around what in the world happened to bring you to a place such as this.]
[[ooc: Feel free to run into her at any point!]]
It's a long, mournful howl, and the wolf doesn't seem to want to stop. Occasionally, she'll pause for breath, and then throw her head back again after a moment's rest. This place isn't right. Her cousins aren't here, the smaller ones of her pack. The air is too warm, too full of the smells of spring. And the more she searches, the more she howls, trying to get some sort of answer out of these unfamiliar trees.
Around mid-morning, the crumpled form of a small girl can be found on the path leading from the village to the Battle Dome. She's not hurt, just very much asleep (and scrunching up her face with each wolf howl) and very much covered in grime (and smelling faintly of fish cart). And there's also the fact that she's in a New Feather dress. As the howling reaches a higher pitch, she awakes with a start, freezes, and tries to figure out what this place is. There's a chill in the air, yes, but it isn't winter building up to full strength. It can't be the Summer Islands, and it most definitely isn't Braavos. This place...
...is less concerning than the fact that there is a journal right next to her with "Arya Stark" printed right on it. She gives it an incredulous look for a moment before deciding that this must be a test of some kind. The kindly man must be behind it. With a shake of the head, the girl stands, pushes the journal with a foot until it's tucked out of sight under a nearby bush, and then turns back to the task at hand.
And tries to ignore the mournful howling that is practically tugging her in its direction. That's not something she needs to worry about. That was Arya Stark. Not her. She's nobody.]
[With so many things glaringly wrong with this place, she figures it's time to try scoping it out. The girl very cautiously approaches the village, keeping to the trees for cover until she's sure there aren't any Lannister banners flying anywhere. When there aren't any, it isn't much consolation; the buildings are huge, and the architecture isn't anything she's ever seen before. This place may not be full of lions, but it's not exactly a safe zone, either. She's not even sure what it is.
Eventually, she finds her way into town, going around to see what exactly there is to see here. She doubts she'll spot any familiar faces, but she still makes her way through all the shops in the main square, trying to get some kind of sense of what kind of town this is. The smith shop is familiar, the fashions in the clothing shop completely outlandish, the foods in the indoor marketplace entirely alien.
And she is so, so very lost. As she makes her way through town, the old phrase starts repeating in the back of her mind: Fear cuts deeper than swords. She can do this. She has to do this.
Towards nightfall, after much exploration and poking around, the girl makes her way back to the stables she passed by at some point. The horses are horses. That much is familiar, at least. This much she can understand completely. And the familiar, earthy, horsey smells are something of a comfort when you're trying to wrap your head around what in the world happened to bring you to a place such as this.]
[[ooc: Feel free to run into her at any point!]]
Nightfall
They do that. The Malnosso I mean.
[He pauses for a moment about how he should tell her. Maybe try and ease her in to all of this.]
They do that to everybody they kidnap.
Nightfall
While she frowns at the word "kidnap", she doesn't balk too much, either. The last time she was kidnapped, things weren't this easy. Not that she expects things to stay so quiet, but still. There's no threats, no being tied up, and none of the Mountain's men anywhere.]
They just kidnap people and then dump them in the woods? That's a stupid way to do it.
[So there's a wolf in those woods, big deal. There's a whole village here.]
Nightfall
It would be if it was a normal kidnapping. But, this place, Luceti, is another world that everyone they take from other worlds are brought to.
Nightfall
What do you mean, "other worlds"? Is this some kind of magic?
[The red priests have some magic, but she doubts this is something they could do. Or even would do.]
Nightfall
I think so. This place is sort of similar to my town and magic was invovled with that too.
Nightfall
Where are you from? We don't have much magic where I came from.
Nightfall
[He just assumed...
But, not the point.]
I'm from Storybrooke, Maine. We just sort of got magic recently. But, I read about it before.
Nightfall
I've heard stories, but I've only ever seen the red priests' magic. Even then, they don't do it often.
Nightfall
Red priests' magic? I've never read about that. But, trust me, it's magic that probably got you here as well with all of us. And it's what's keeping us stuck in Luceti.
Nightfall
But shouldn't the magic be getting weaker by now if it's been going nonstop for so long? Maybe it's more of a curse.
[After all, Harrenhal was cursed as anything, and it was a nightmare to escape.]
Nightfall
Magic does makes curses. But, yeah I think it's a curse too. But, we need to find a way to break it first.
[Inducting Arya into the Operation already? Probably.]
Nightfall
It might not be able to be broken.
Nightfall
No, all curses can be broken. I know that for sure. Some are just harder than others.
Nightfall
How? All the ones I know of can't be broken.
Nightfall
[It's instant and quick. He's seen that magic work before to break even the most darkest of curses.]
It's the most powerful magic of all.
Nightfall
It is not. All that stuff is stupid and most of it's just made up for the songs.
[Songs that girls fall for all the time. She's above all that, thanks.]
Nightfall
Is so. I've seen it work and it saved me from a curse.
Nightfall
I've never seen anything a princess or a knight in shining armor a could do that would defeat a curse. No kiss ever fixed the Smoking Sea.
Nightfall
Nightfall
If you say so. But I still don't think true love is any kind of way to fight a curse.
Nightfall
But, intel is always needed.
[Henry pauses as he rocks on his heels.]
My name is Henry by the way.
Nightfall
Henry. [Gods be good that must be one of the first names today that she knows she won't have trouble remembering. Fairly normal.] I'm Cat. How do you know so much about magic anyway?
Nightfall
My book told me about it. Plus, my town got it before I came here.
[He pauses for a moment.]
But, magic's also here too.
Nightfall
The maesters back home are always saying magic isn't real, but there's a lot they can't explain, either. They just always say that everything is just a story to scare children with.
[Her slight frown probably makes it clear that she knows they're wrong.]
Nightfall; sorry this is late ive been trying to brain how to respond back
[After all, Storybrooke never had magic before.]
Some adults do that though. Try and make you think you're wrong if they know you're right.
[Or just the ones who did bad things.]
Nightfall; no worries!
Nightfall; no worries!
Nightfall