It seems the Others are getting restless. I'm going to take a look, and I want a few strong swordsmen with me. Blades only. Anything else against these things appears to be as useful as nipples on a breastplate.

Wench, that includes you.

Bring your dragonglass.

Report, now, all of you. I want to know damage taken, to the city, to the residents, to you. Ada, Matt, an update on Mello, please. Stark, I hope you haven't lost your head. I know I left you in capable hands. Lady Brienne, I trust Oathkeeper is serving you well ( Read more... )

Am I the only one noting how absurdly quick all these wolves are growing? Strife's is runty in comparison to the rest. That doesn't bode well. Probably means it's going to end up the biggest of the lot. Strife, remind me to keep on your good side ( Read more... )

[Private to Mello, Ada//Unhackable]
I want to know whatever you two do about what in seven Hells is happening to Genesis. If you don't know anything, find out.

And Mello, kindly keep your fucking out of my office. Hewley's desk is bigger anyway.

[Private to Brienne//Unhackable]
Are you alright, wench? Has the curse lifted yet?

[Private// ( Read more... )

[There's a soft, silken chuckle over the communicator, definitely female and definitely a very lovely voice.]

She'd have loved this...

Lady Brienne, how are you?

Angeal, are you feeling any better?

Mello. I am not - whipped, ser.

Wen - Brienne.

Yet again, you have bloody misunderstood.

Come back to the house. Please. You better not be off already.

Changeable weather we have here. Are we drawing close to a season's turn? I'm fairly sure this isn't winter, but will it be only months till it changes? The chill's disconcerting. I wouldn't care to face the years of winter in this place.

Wench, are you well? Your quiet since retrieving that sword is worrying. I refuse to believe it makes better ( Read more... )