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asgardeventide2014-04-03 10:34 am
needsnoheadsman) wrote in asgardeventide2014-04-03 10:34 am
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03 | video
[Robb's room is something of a familiar setting by now--not too shabby, but it certainly gives the appearance of being lived in by someone who pays some attention to neatness and cleanliness. Usually, anyway, because right now it looks like somebody nearly tore up the place looking for something.
That somebody is now poking his head back into view from behind the bed, looking rather worried but determined not to let it show. He clambers up on the bed, picking up the bracelet and turning it over, and one just might catch a glimpse of a wolf pup with grey fur and yellow eyes sitting on the bed, or a bronze-and-iron crown of swords as the video turns with the bracelet.
Once the boy's examined the bracelet enough, the video finally settles on his face.]
This isn't Westeros at all anymore, is it? [There's a note of childish anxiety in his tone--considering that he woke up in a very large bed with his last memory being of going to sleep in his own bed, that's kind of understandable. He lets out a breath, straightens up, and looks at the grey pup off-screen.] I'll have to find my way back to Winterfell somehow--you can come with me, you'll like it there.
[There's a whine from off-screen, which is probably incredibly familiar to quite a few people. The boy grins, reaches out to pet the top of the wolf pup's head.]
Come on, then, I think there's some meat in the kitchens.
[He looks completely unaware that the bracelet is recording any of this at all. Or, as he hops down the bed clutching the bracelet with the wolf (and he's going to name it Grey Wind, just you watch) trailing behind him, that he's just accidentally posted this to the network.
Whoops.]
[ooc: Robb (and also Grey Wind) is cursed for the day! He's currently six years old and has no idea that the tiny grey wolf pup is actually his, nor does he have any clue what the hell is he doing in Asgard. All replies will come fromteenywolf. Enjoy your cursed King in the North, Asgard.]
That somebody is now poking his head back into view from behind the bed, looking rather worried but determined not to let it show. He clambers up on the bed, picking up the bracelet and turning it over, and one just might catch a glimpse of a wolf pup with grey fur and yellow eyes sitting on the bed, or a bronze-and-iron crown of swords as the video turns with the bracelet.
Once the boy's examined the bracelet enough, the video finally settles on his face.]
This isn't Westeros at all anymore, is it? [There's a note of childish anxiety in his tone--considering that he woke up in a very large bed with his last memory being of going to sleep in his own bed, that's kind of understandable. He lets out a breath, straightens up, and looks at the grey pup off-screen.] I'll have to find my way back to Winterfell somehow--you can come with me, you'll like it there.
[There's a whine from off-screen, which is probably incredibly familiar to quite a few people. The boy grins, reaches out to pet the top of the wolf pup's head.]
Come on, then, I think there's some meat in the kitchens.
[He looks completely unaware that the bracelet is recording any of this at all. Or, as he hops down the bed clutching the bracelet with the wolf (and he's going to name it Grey Wind, just you watch) trailing behind him, that he's just accidentally posted this to the network.
Whoops.]
[ooc: Robb (and also Grey Wind) is cursed for the day! He's currently six years old and has no idea that the tiny grey wolf pup is actually his, nor does he have any clue what the hell is he doing in Asgard. All replies will come from
teenywolf. Enjoy your cursed King in the North, Asgard.]
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