30 August 2014 @ 08:22 pm
Action:

There's a stray kid wandering around the city today, a lanky young boy - when did he even get here? He looks lost, baffled, and more than a little wary and scared. He shouldn't be here! This place is grey, it's ugly, and more than anything, it's not his home.

Every so often, he stops and looks in shop windows as he passes them. Toy shops and craft shops, mostly. Trying to pretend like he isn't looking at that stuff, though; he's going to be a man about it! He doesn't need the cute stuff! He doesn't need to look at the singing flowers, or the weird bunnies or that stuff, either...
(Fooling no-one.)

In time, he can be found seated on a bench in the park, fiddling around with a bracelet that he's not sure how he got. Okay, it's very pretty, but - ]


Video:

- Ah! What's this doing? 'Recording' - huh?

[Poke, poke. The transmission flicks off, then shortly on again, with a slightly less surprised looking kid.]

Uh ... hi...

I can talk to people on here, right? Um... so [nervously, he almost mutters-] ...has anyone seen my parents? Their names are Hayao and Aiko Tatsumi... Ma? Dad? Are you here too? I'm - I'm in the park and I'm not sure where everything is... where am I?


((OOC: Yes, Kanji's been de-aged. Enjoy your temporary bitty with issues.))
 
 
26 June 2014 @ 04:58 pm
[Robb is no stranger to grief and loss, is the thing. He's been here for long enough that he's had to deal with most of his family coming and going, but each time they leave it feels like he's been stabbed through the heart once more.

This is no exception, and it's even worse when he thinks of the fate that will befall her in Westeros.]


For those who knew her, Arya Stark has returned to Westeros. [Again, he's lost his family here. Again, it feels like he's been dealt a heavy blow, all the heavier because this isn't the first time he's lost her. He sends it off as it is, locks himself in his room, and breaks, the tears refusing to stop.

It's only an hour or so later that he finds himself breathing a little easier, enough to at least start responding.]
 
 
03 April 2014 @ 10:34 am
[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 from [personal profile] teenywolf. Enjoy your cursed King in the North, Asgard.]
 
 
16 February 2014 @ 08:49 pm
[The feed, when it comes up, shows half of Jon's face. Well, more like half of Jon's scowl of disapproval. He really doesn't like the magical bracelets and would rather use crows or face-to-face dealings for conversing, but Robb keeps insisting that these things are fine.

It's not fine. It's a woman's bauble and he hates that he can't just take it off. This shows in the grumpy half-face visible on screen.]


As I haven't been able to track down half of you, I wish to ensure that my siblings are well, as are those that I have come to know while being here.

[Yes, Ygritte, that means you. You're in there somewhere and he's not exactly broadcasting his ex? current? lover is in Asgard. Shh.]

If this little display has taught me anything it's that the gods here and their 'gifts' cannot fully be trusted. What can be trusted is the strength of your own arm and the steel you hold in hand. I was informed I'm to 'get a job', but I've only an interest in steel and the wielding of it. If there's a place where I can teach others, I'd welcome that. If not, I'd still offer to help train those that have little or no training.

[This is his attempt at fitting in. His siblings are here and he needs to keep an eye on them (especially Robb, you dumb dead jerk), so he needs money to make sure they're fed and clothed and housed. Help a bastard out, Asgard.]
 
 
[Action]

[As the sun sets on Asgard for the second day of madness, there is a cry of supreme exertion from above the city. Anyone who looks towards it can see a figure clearly in the darkness of the night. For a a single, brilliant moment the shadows of evening, the stars in the sky and the moon are overshadowed and the light that emanates from him is almost like the morning sun. It glitters where he half stands, half floats just above the unseen barrier that guards the palace.

His hands reach out and tendrils of golden dust begin to float out from his bright and shining body. They criss-cross and tangle, fraying through all of the city, leading and connecting every part of the Holy City to his floating form. There is a resounding shout of exertion at the end of the minute and every golden light pulls taut. The travelers in all corners of the city can feel their very beings tug, yanking at them and pulling on their cores. And then, there is silence. The golden light winks out and the figure can be seen falling to the castle below in the light of the rising moon.

But, as he falls, everything in the city is at peace once more.]


[Video]

[The video feed comes on about an hour later. In the intervening time, there's been no explanations, no answers, no word from the palace. Baldr comes onto the feed, reclined on a couch, dressed well and making an effort not to look like he might have just seriously over-extended himself. Nope, just a normal day for the god. Everything's fine.

He turns towards the feed and gives everyone a smug, self-satisfied look, the sneer filling his arrogant features.]


You're welcome. Now would you lot please clean our city up? You're the ones who made a mess.
 
 
09 February 2014 @ 10:28 am
[Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy. The note hits a little close to home for him, because as glad as he is that his family is here, as glad as he is for Jon living right across the hall from him, there's still that sliver of doubt, of guilt, and that sliver's been enough to keep him up at nights, wondering if he should tell them, what he should say.

Love, he supposes, brings about both joy and sorrow, and makes fools out of kings easily enough (if not corpses). We follow our hearts wherever they take us--but right now, the only thing his heart is leading him into is more confusion and not enough sleep. He's not sure if using the network is going to help, but he has to at least try.

So, after filtering the feed away from Catelyn Stark, Jon Snow and Joffrey Baratheon (because he's just not in the mood to deal with Joffrey of all people right now nope), it opens on a very serious-looking Robb. Somebody didn't eat the chocolates. Or probably sleep that well last night, but he's no stranger to sleepless nights.]


I've two questions to ask of you, Asgard.

Say something terrible [ie a certain wedding] happened to you and your family, or someone you cared deeply about, before you came here. If they came here somehow and they didn't remember that, or they were too far away to hear any news of it quickly enough, what would you say to them? Would you even tell them, or would you keep their fates a secret from them until they do remember?

[Not that he'll take any advice telling him to keep their fates a secret. He owes his family truth about what happened, or what will happen, in some cases. They deserve to know that, at least.

He just doesn't know when and how to do it.

The rest of the video's unfiltered, and about a lighter subject matter than the first question:]


I've heard tell of something called Valentine's Day. [Look, he works at a cafe, and they've been stringing up paper hearts for the past few days to hook in Travellers. He has some very rudimentary knowledge of it.] As far as I know, it's a day set aside for those you care for. I would ask, what would you do for them for the day?
 
 
21 January 2014 @ 11:07 pm
[Sansa probably should have sent this as a private message to Loras and Robb, but she's still not very good at using the bracelet as a communicator device. Plus, this is the first time she does any kind of post, instead of replying to others. So too bad, Joffrey and Jaime will likely be able to see this.]

Is everyone back from the battle? I hope no one is hurt very badly.

Robb? Ser Loras? Are you home? Is there anything you need? Please let me know you're fine... [Alive, will do.]
 
 
12 July 2013 @ 04:31 pm
[It's been a strange few days for Robb, since coming here. There was the shock of his arrival first, then meeting up with his family along with people who apparently knew him before, then there's finding out that yes, he is staying here on a more permanent basis now.

To say he's having mixed feelings about all this is an understatement, but he's going to make the most of it. And besides, he still has questions that need to be answered, and he figures now would be a good time.]


When I arrived here, I was told that I had come here before, though I don't remember it. Is it common, then, for people to leave and return without remembering if they had ever been here at all? [He doubts it, honestly, because people don't just--forget a place like this. He's certain of that much.]

And as for...whatever that was, [aka Loki's guide, wtf was that even] as interesting as it was, there are some things I still don't understand. I want to know as much as I can about it, and this war we're to fight for the gods here. [It's clear he doesn't really think much of this whole "fight a war for us" deal. Blame that pesky Northern honor.

Oh, yeah: one last thing.]


If there is anyone else from Westeros still here after the festival, aside from myself and Arya, then I would like to hear from them.

[And he ends the feed there.]
 
 
22 February 2013 @ 11:18 pm
Alright, I think I've got this shadow thing worked out.

[Isaac mutters into the video, as he absentmindedly flexes his fingers, casting shadow puppets on the wall. After a few moments, the shadow of his hand peels from where it sits, becoming a separate entity entirely.

He flexes his fingers, and the tangible shadow of his hand flexes as well- except the dark 'fingers' begin to file down to sharp, pointed claws. Useful, even if the shadow is trembling, as if he's still having difficulty keeping it whole.]


Now I wanna see what it can do to someone else. [And Isaac grins back toward the camera, dropping his hand and letting the shadow dissipate into nothing.] Anyone wanna go at it? Powers on powers. No holding back.

I'll be at the arena in fifteen.

[[ooc: feel free to just tag in with an offline if you want!]]
 
 
21 February 2013 @ 08:40 pm
For those who knew her, Raven Darkholme has returned home.

Again.


[And honestly, Erik didn't feel like addressing the network with it, but he figured Raven had made other connections, known other people. He might not care for most (read as: any) of them, she would have liked them to know.]
 
 
04 January 2013 @ 09:35 pm
[The video feed clicks on and for a second Arya hesitates, unsure if it is actually working due to lack of familiarity with such technology still. She has a question, for any interested parties. She would continue hiding, if not for the fact that it's become apparent there are so many who know who she really is. She has yet to see any Lannisters here either. It seems safe enough to her, to ask that someone help her continue her training with the sword?]

I was wondering, should anyone be capable and willing, if there was anyone who might be able to find time to practice sword fighting with me? I trained some back home and have some experience using it in practice, but I don't want my skills to fall into disuse here.

[With a lack of people to assassinate. Unless someone wants to teach her that.]

I thank whomever might be interested.

[Without much more to add than that, she ends the video there after a few seconds of fumbling with her bracelet.]
 
 
02 January 2013 @ 12:39 pm
[ the feed clicks open and there is robb, looking a tad worn and disgruntled. he's just come back from being gray and colour - colour is a shot of relief -- like the feeling of sweet summerwine down your throat. he barely remembers anything. only the war, and arya disappearing and then nothing.

he's always figured it was part of some promise to return them. that the next time he would open his eyes - he'd be on the battlefield, or the eyrie or winterfell. somewhere familiar - but he isn't. he's still here.

his voice is perhaps, hoarser then. the after effect of not having spoken for what feels like a near month. he's glad the bracelet is with him again, as is grey wind. ]


I had thought the gods kind enough to deliver me out of their service. It seems they place me back.

[ a beat. ]

Is S- Alayne Stone still of this realm?
 
 
03 November 2012 @ 12:50 pm
[ Okay, you feeling lucky Asgard? Robb and Dany have decided to band together to encourage people to fight. Behind them, they have the banners of House Targaryen and House Stark fluttering in the background. There’s a direwolf and a baby dragon sitting on the background too, to add ~intimidation~. ]

If we may have the attention of this realm! I speak before you all to seek favor. The gods have sounded off a call to arms, and though we owe them no favors - think about what they had promised us. We are to return to our worlds if this war is won, are we not?

Then let us find a way to band together. To work against these giants so we can return home to those who are dear to us. Khaleesi and I are seasoned in war, and we can both claim that war is not won by men who do not work together. Victory is not something one man can claim. Those who wish it, let us find a way to assemble troops. There is strength in numbers.


[ And at his side, Dany watches, violet eyes shrewd on his face, features set in grim resolve. Overhead, a green dragon, small of size circles them, and on her shoulder is the red-eyed Drogon, of like stare.

She faces the screen when he finishes speaking. ]


People of this city, those who are trapped as we are, we do not ask you to throw your lives willingly into harm. If you feel you cannot fight this battle, whether by lack of strength or that you have never known the ways of war, no one has rights to stop you.

[ a pause ]

Yet if you would fight, you would not fight alone. For the homes you hold dear, and for those that await you in them, let that be what leads you to battle, not these gods and their words.

To those that may heal, myself among them, I would ask if we might arrange you around this city, so that you would be there when those have need of you--there will be need. In that I ask of where you all might be, so that we may be watchful of you.


[ and when dany finishes talking. ]

Put faith in us both as battle are not foreign to us. I am Robb Stark, King in the North and the Trident and I am determined to make sure this city will not fall. I will make sure we’re safe until every one of these creatures are without head and they know never to come back to Asgard again, let us let them know that winter is coming.

And I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. The Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Dothraki of Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles, Queen of Mereen and rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. For the winter these giants bring, I would melt them with blood and fire.

[ OOC | replies from both Robb ( [personal profile] robb ) & Dany ( [personal profile] emblazing ) ]
 
 
01 November 2012 @ 11:46 pm
 
[ The storm sirens have been shrieking in the city for about a solid minute before the video feed starts on Thor’s ruddy and smiling face. He adjusts the bracelet where it sits on his desk and steps back, already pulling on some pretty ornate looking armor. ]

Sound the bells of war!

[ His voice is low and bellowing, but clearly pleased. This is one god visibly pleased beyond measure. ]

Those lot of you bellyaching to me before about having nothing to do? I expect to see you on the front lines with me!
 
 
01 November 2012 @ 01:42 pm
[Arya's at the Bank of Dvalin, she'd gone in to take out what small amount of money she had here with the intention of getting a present for a friend, but when she went to make the withdrawal, there had been something else waiting there for her. A golden helm, shaped with the horns of a bull. Arya's unsure why someone would leave her such a thoughtful gift, or why they didn't give it to her themselves rather than put it in the bank for her, but she looks absolutely delighted with it.

Sat on the steps outside the bank, she stuffs the fistful of runes she's withdrawn into her pocket, and turns the helmet over in her hands. It's a little big for her, obviously made for an adult, but she's sure she could have it modified. Besides, the next thing she needed to do now that she had the money for the gauntlets and anklets she wanted to get for Sophie was find someone who could make them; she could have the helmet altered at the same time.

She switches on the video on the bracelet, her face still full of excitement at the gift.]


Is there anyone here who's an armorer, or a blacksmith?


((OOC: Arya doesn't know that the helmet belonged to Loki, or that this means that he's gone from the city. Feel free to deliver the news to her, she needs some more Starkpain in her life))
 
 
13 October 2012 @ 09:48 pm
( Alayne fiddles with the bracelet around her wrist for a moment before speaking - she's hesitant about addressing the whole of a city that she cannot see. After all, it's dangerous to be Sansa Stark these days, now that she's a traitor accused of regicide. But amongst the midst of all these voices, it's unlikely that hers will be recognized ( or so she thinks, as she does not know details of the network yet ). She is Alayne now, not Sansa. They will not know her. Lies and arbor gold, Alayne thinks. No one takes notice of a bastard girl. )

Gods of Asgard, I wanted to thank you for choosing me for such an important task. This is an honour that I did not expect. But I must think of my lord father - he worries so, and I wouldn't want him to fret. I'm only a young girl - surely someone more gallant should be chosen for a deed like this.

If it please you, I would ask that you send me back to him.

( but alayne doesn't expect much: no one gets what they want without a price. all she can do is ask. )
 
 
09 October 2012 @ 09:58 am
LOCKED FROM ; ARYA STARK

I should wish to make inquiry.

I aim to find better comforts for my sister and I, but to seek a better home requires me to find work. I do not know what occupation I can find when I am only good with steel. The customs of Westeros are far different from that of this realm.

If anyone needs assistance or has employment available. I should welcome suggestions.
 
 
03 September 2012 @ 09:22 am
[Unlike in previous video posts, there are no bandages on Maya's right shoulder, no sling, and her nodachi isn't in the bag she usually keeps it in. No, the beautiful sword with the swirling dragon about the sheath is resting on her shoulder as she stands before the Freya Welcome House.]

I know it's been a couple weeks since I started at the Citadel, but allow me to introduce myself. I'm Natsume Maya, and I'm one of the Citadel's instructors. I teach the sword and meditation techniques. Unlike the other sword instructors, my specialty is the Japanese style of sword. For those of you from non-Earth worlds, if the sword's blade is single-edged and has a curve to it, I can teach it. I offer lessons three times a week for sword, twice a week for meditation. If you're interested, come to the Citadel and sign up.

Now, the Citadel has a code for chivalrous behavior always within it and while taking classes there. If chivalry isn't your thing and you still want to learn, contact me privately. I do give lessons of a less than chivalrous nature on my own time, but understand that they are not easy.

On another note, my fellow Freya members, I would like to start a little house camaraderie here in the form of a martial arts club. If you are a member of Freya and know martial arts, come down to the common room. [She gives a cocky smirk.] The best fighters don't always end up in Thor.
 
 
08 July 2012 @ 10:22 pm
[ he may as well use this damn network for research. ]

If you were to take loyalties to a king, what kind of king would you want them to be? Would you think better if they were harsh or if they were wise? What sort of person would you lend your allegiances too?

[ It's a general topic. he's curious to hear the opinions of people around him. he seems less rigid than when he first arrived. the break from all the battles has done well on him. he's not uneasy and robb speaks with a warm confidence. ]
 
 
04 July 2012 @ 09:58 am
This is ridiculous. I look like my great-grandfather. With breasts.

No, I'm not showing anyone.


Arya - Lessons are canceled today and tomorrow.

Yamashita - The mirror in the bathroom is broken. Sorry.


And I need one of my Freya housemate's assistance for a short period of time. Assuming they won't laugh. This means you stay away, Shiki and Cerebella.

-Natsume