♔ Robb ❧ VIDEO/ACTION ❧ OO1

[winterscrown]

[ 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.

[kindlymeant]

[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.

[kindlymeant]

[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.

[kindlymeant]

[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.

[kindlymeant]

[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.

[brandnewmelody]

You're a king?

[ Wide, curious eyes at you Robb ]

[winterscrown]

[ A pause, ah perhaps this is what the letter had meant that they had pulled people from different worlds. ]

Yes, the King in the North. You are then, not from Westeros?

[brandnewmelody]

Ah, no. I'm from Fukuoka, Japan... I've never heard of Westeros before.

[winterscrown]

As I have never heard of Japan. We are from different worlds then? These concepts are still new to me, I apologize. What is your name, Ser?

1/2 lolspoilers

[justicelobster]

[ His very first thought is that this boy is lying. Robb Stark is dead, killed by the Freys as guests in their own home. Yet, the Tully look is unmistakable. More importantly, the wolf is unmistakable. For a moment, he recalled Jon Snow. While they bore little resemblance to one another in looks, there was something similar about the way they carried themselves.

If only it had been Snow rather than Stark. For all the inconveience he caused, he had grown rather fond of the young Lord Commander. Lord Stark is another matter entirely. Instead of doing his duty and remaining in Winterfell where he was truly needed, he marched south and allowed the North to be ravaged by krakens, among others.

Not to mention that the boy's mere presence strangely unsettled him. Did Albus Dumbledore hold the power to make the dead walk again, or was this something else entirely?

He could only hope that Melisandre could provide a satisfactory explanation. ]

2/2 quill;

[justicelobster]

[ For the time being, he decides that it would be more prudent to write. While he certainly has many words for the young lordling, there would be a time for them later. ]

We are not to fight immediately, it would seem. You are to be educated in a style akin to that of the Maesters of the Citadel, Lord Stark.

In addition Lord Stark, I believe that once you are given a sigil here, you are obligated to serve under it, regardless of its association.

[ He almost feels something akin to pity for the boy, having to don such an ill-favored sigil (though the one true lion here was serving under the eagle). It had been a small favour that the "house" he had been assigned to at least had the same colours as his own (though the badger left something to be desired).

And then there was another matter entirely... Something he needed to know. If the dead can walk again... ]

What is the last event that you recall prior to your arrival?

Quil

[winterscrown]

[ He frowned at that notion of writing again. It had seemed the few of them from Westeros had taken to writing. At the repeated mention of Lord Stark, he cannot help but feel slightly irritated. His people had crowned him King, it was a weight he did not ask for but bore regardless - at the mention of Lord, he could only but assume that the writer took the sides of Stag or Lion. At least the last one from Westeros he had encountered seemed to be in his favour. ]

- If we are not fighting immediately, then why has this sorcerer not summoned us then with a Raven and waited for one's consent. We cannot change our sigil?

[ He was not going to give information like that away so carelessly. Sorry, Stannis. ]

And who are you to ask that?

1/2 quill;

[justicelobster]

That would be quite impossible, my Lord, seeing as the messanger of choice here is an Owl rather than a Raven. In addition, it would seem that Albus Dumbledore did not wish to summon us here in such a manner. As I am sure you have concluded, it would seem that we are no longer even in the same world as Westeros.

[ He could speak to the boy at greater length about the sigil, but there were other matters that required his attention first. ]

Re: video

[winterscrown]

[ He grins smugly, more like a boy then that of a King. Stroking Grey Wind's fur affectionately. The wolf is about the size of a pony. ]

Thank you, he is tame and does not bite unless I to tell him to.

video

[winterscrown]

They have little regard for much, it would seem. Although, I must inquire as to who you are, kind ser?

[ A welcoming smile. He didn't seem like foe, anyway. ]

- Many thanks, I will admit, there are a few troubles that quell my mind. The simplest being where do I get new robes? The ones that they have provided will not do.

[Video]

[flamenoir]

You have a beautiful wolf, Robb Stark.

[Blackfire has seen bigger creatures than the direwolf on her home planet. This, however, is the first wolf, direwolf or otherwise, that she's ever seen in anything other than books. She doesn't comment on his royal status just yet, although since she's of the royal family in her world, it makes her wonder how many others here might be of some sort of distinguished lineage.]

[Video]

[winterscrown]

Thank you. And what shall I call you, My Lady?

[ Grey Wind smiles at her approvingly. It's not so much as a Royal Status he's born with, but one he's claimed. ]

[Video]

[flamenoir]

My name is Blackfire, and I'm the Grand High Ruler of Tamaran. But please just call me Blackfire.

Re: [Video]

[winterscrown]

I have not heard of Tamaran, Your Gra- Blackfire. It seems there is a number of those who hold throne summoned here.