( Fear cuts deeper than swords. )

[Arya is standing outside of her brother's room. Except it's very, very blank. Arya looks reeaaally confused.] Jon? Jon, I have to tell you something! Why does your door look different?

[And she's forgetting that videos just keep recording for the sake of just shoving the door open onto all its empty glory. The video mostly just has an image of ( Read more... )

[The video turns on, fuzzy and too close to whatever it is Arya's trying to show; she still doesn't quite have the hang of technology. Eventually, she backs up, and the fuzzy image resolves into a white tree with red leaves. On its trunk, a face is carved - the sap is red, though, and looks a lot like blood ( Read more... )

[She still finds video weird, so for a moment, Arya's just awkwardly staring at the screen. She closes her eyes for a second; she might even be praying. Then she opens them again, and looks uncertainly at the camera.]

All you...people. You not-here people. [Pause. That sounded dumb. She chews on her lip, frowning - then straightens.]Are the ( Read more... )

I'm not scared. [This is a lie. She's freaking out a little - but she is pretty convincing. To those who aren't trained to see lies, anyway.] Stupid liars who laugh like idiots don't scare me.

[There's the sound of the communicator being palmed - that annoying shuffling sound that only wind and handling seem to make. Arya's voice sounds distant ( Read more... )

[The cramped, sloppy handwriting is back, though it's much sloppier than usual, now. Arya's using her right hand. It's pretty hard to read.]I want a different warden. One who doesn't attack a bear who's just trying toleave.

[Writing is too hard, she's switching to audio. There's a tension in her voice, though, pained.] This whole place is stupid! ( Read more... )

[None of this was supposed to be broadcasted. It sounds distant, because Arya doesn't have her communicator on her; it's a little staticy, too, which is why she doesn't have the communicator on her. Magic talk boxes are not supposed to go staticy.]

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Ser Gregor. [There's a sharp thwip ( Read more... )

I hate it here!

[That is all. She is upset that she spilled all those secrets so easily. It's so infuriating and she wants to believe that people don't care, like Shego said (GREEN PERSON, WHAT T HE HELL), but it's not so easy when her brother knows everything. You suck, Barge. :c]

[Private to Jesse]

You shouldn't have made me swear! [Vows suck ( Read more... )

In the Ragman's Harbor in Braavos, I'd see all kinds of people. Cat saw all kinds of people. It's like that here, but not as fun. I'd have to learn three new things each month I was out, and then I'd bring them back to the House of Black and White and stop being Cat o'the Canals, and be no one again. I'd try to be no one, but it's harder than I ( Read more... )

Villages aren't like that, and you can't buy a miracle. There are no miracles. [And now that that's addressed and out of the way, she can move on.]

There are a lot of animals here. Who has one? How did you get them?

[Private to Hannibal]

Was the brush really magic?

[Private to Jon]

You weren't my brother. [What does this mean. D:]

[Private ( Read more... )