♔ Robb ❧ VIDEO/ACTION ❧ OO1

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[ There's a lot of fiddling; poking. Static; even more fiddling. Until at one point Robb eventually drops the Commuter. The screen is faced upwards, revealing a portion of Robb's boots. What appears to be a wolf that is way to large for it's own good sniffing the device suspiciously. It then licks said device, you have a few seconds of direwolf

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1/idk... - unposted.

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[That face. More than the name, the familiar words, anything - it is the sight of his face that ensnares her. She has seen this face so oft, known it so well, but for years now - for years it has been a figment only of her dreams, the ones that come not from Alayne but from somewhere and someone else.

It is sweet to see him again. Sweet to look on his face - he seems older now, taller, and there is little trace of the boy Sansa knew there.

But this is wrong.]

2/3? - unposted.

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[He is not meant to be here. Nor is she, nor are any of them, but him - he, especially, should not be here.

Her first instinct is to run to him.

But that is not Alayne's first instinct, of course (why would it be, there are no bonds binding her to him). She ought to help him, of course (she must help him), but she cannot show herself to him. It's been years, and she is older now, a far cry from the girl she once was --

but he will know.

She has been Alayne here since waking, and she cannot change that now - can she? The giddy thrill of what if hits her again now as it did when she first woke up - she could strip the dye from her hair and shed the mantle of Stone she wears and go to him, her brother. What danger could come to her? What could harm her, with her brother there alongside her?

It's me, it's your sister, it's -

a dream. A foolish wish, and one she cannot yield to.]

3/4 - unposted.

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[Too much to hope for.

He is gone. The words fall hard in her mind and heavy on her heart, but she knows them as the truth. This may be some cruel trick, perhaps even a ploy to catch her out - she must be careful, she must be cautious.

She must be Alayne Stone, and no more.

(Even if this is somehow real, even if he is here - she cannot drop her guard around the rest, and she must think of the future, too, so she tells herself.)

Oh, Robb.

Tears smart her eyes but do not fall. She will help him - she must help him - but she will do it as Alayne Stone. Who else?]

DONE I like tl;dr - text.

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[Her hands shake when she takes up the quill pen to respond - and then stops herself. What if he recognizes my hand?

She selects text instead, and hides behind it like a shroud.]

The sigil you wear is not of House Lannister, your Grace.

[Strange, to see him amidst red and gold. Strange and wrong and yet - it fits. Nobility, bravery, valour -- she mistrusts it all the same.]

The King in the North may have reason to condemn it, but here it stands as a mark of courage. All brought here have been given such a mark.

1/2 - Unpostedddd 8')

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[ He saw Alyane's words drift into the view of his commuters screen. The words were polite and careful. The writer was also kind enough to refer to him as Your Grace. That did mean he or she had supported his crown? did it not? The crown had aged Robb made the once warmer boy as cold as winter. He was less impulsive now. He tries to reply; looks at the keyboard ]

Letters are not arranged in that manner.

[ He sees the quill option and finds a nearby one in a drawer in his bedside ]

Re: 2/2 - QUILL

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There is small comforts that it does not hold the same meaning as in our world. But, these robe's they have provided all bear the mark - even the banners in my quarters.

Who are you; I am unsure if I should refer to you as ser or lady.

text.

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The lion roars for House Gryffindor here, your Grace. You have been put under that banner for your valour and your nobility. [Neither of which she'd attribute to the golden lion, either, but that matters little.]

I am Alayne Stone, your Grace, daughter to Lord Petyr Baelish. [She leaves her father's titles off for now, cautious.]

Quill

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Valour and Nobility are not things I associate with the Lannisters, you must understand, My Lady. The nicest thing I can to say to compliment the lion, is that they have fat purse and I am not a man seeks coin.

Lord Baelish was a friend of my Lady Mother's if I should recall. Also, he sits in Lord Jofferey's council in King's Landing does he not?

Why do you not write in your own hand but the hand of the tome?

text.

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[And oh, she understands better than anyone, better even than Robb does.]

He served as Master of Coin, though recently his duties have changed.

[It surprises her little that Robb would ask about the manner of her reply - he values honesty and earnestness, which is precisely why she's avoiding aught else.

It doesn't take much to think of a lie, however. Kindly meant, of course.]

I have no quill to hand, your Grace, or I would do so.

Re: text.

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Much pardons. This is a strange experience for me, I shall admit. I am entirely not used to conversing with this tome either.

You may take me for fool, but I shall be the first to admit my first waking here I had thought myself captive, and the Lannister's rich enough to fancy their prisons to look like living quarters.

[ He feels an odd sense of trust to Alyane, she seemed entirely likable, and Robb could be companionable when he wanted to be. She has been more that helpful; and the fact they had come from the same world had put him at ease. ]

text.

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It is simple enough, but strange for those us of that have not experienced such devices.

I do not think that foolish, your Grace. Nor do I believe that you would be the first to react in such a way.

Re: text.

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Comfort me then with thoughts, my lady. How long have you been held here? I am entirely certain the culture here is so foreign to those from Westeros. Is there any truth that we are made to learn sorcery.

text.

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You are told true, your Grace. I have been here for little more than a moon's turn, but I have learned some of it already, as you will.

video

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>small>[ There's small blips of static; but Robb is sort of figuring out how to work it slightly. Somehow there was something, soft and familiar about Alyane. He comes into camera; a wide grin on his face. ]

Writings seemed impersonal. Thank you for dealing with my small grievances; I must be bothersome. Are quills so hard to come by, my lady? I should be inclined to thank you in person.

text.

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[That smile. Time has changed him near as much as it has her, but that smile is so warm, so bright and familiar - she feels the tears smart her eyes and she longs, she longs, she longs --

But he is Sansa Stark's brother, that naive girl.

I cannot.]

It is an honour to give what aid I can, your Grace, but perhaps you might have that chance soon, if you wish it.

[Not if she can help it, that is.]

Video

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[ Robb falters for a bit, he was hoping that she would select the video option as well. There's a brief look of curiosity that passes him when he reads her words. He finds it a bit silly, he feels like he's talking to a book. Though he had to wonder why she seemed to adamant on using 'text'. he was pleased with her company none the less. grateful for the familiarity it brought. ]

I should wish it, my lady. I shall not let you go without being properly thanked.