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[obstinance]

so i don't know if anyone else has noticed, but it looks like there's a definite trend of people going back into stasis without any warning

a few people i knew from back home woke up and just ended up... disappearing out of nowhere and returning back to their pods on the station

has anyone else had something like that happen to them?
maybe it's just me and i'm cursed with bad luck or something
an explanation for WHY it happens would be nice, too
not that i think it's going to make anyone worry less
i haven't had the chance to talk to darma about it, but maybe someone else has

[ not that clary is entirely certain she would trust darma's reasoning at this point, but... well, it's worth a shot. ]

uh, on a lighter note
i realize we already have a makeshift fight club in the works, but i'm looking for regular sparring partners
preferably someone who can't actually throw me through a wall and doesn't want to repeatedly punch me in the face, but i'm not picky
i figure it can't hurt to add a few new things to my skill set

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[northborn]

[ His fingers shake as he attempts to draw upon some form of courtesy in his next reply. ]

But you mentioned there were others from your home. We can look for them together, my

[ —damn it all. Seven hells with this typing business. Robb switches to video mid-sentence; he comes into the frame crookedly at first, the edges of the shot shaking before he mounts the device on a sturdy surface. Those hands will betray him.

He pauses when their feeds connect.
Robb hasn't seen hair that red since— ]

...my sister. My sister and brother, [ he hastily explains, ] and whomever you've lost.

[obstinance]

[ she doesn't initially anticipate incoming video feed; as a consequence, the angle is odd and too close, just a shot of curious eyes and a bright hair before she realizes the feeds have connection. the expression she wears for all of a moment is sheepish, replaced immediately by a softening look for concern. those trembling hands are difficult to miss, but she won't comment on it outright while she adjusts the device until her entire face is captured in the frame. ]

Simon, Isabelle, and Jace. [ acknowledging them by name is a little more painful than she had expected, but she still provides her list, even if she can't offer him a more comprehensive one. ] They weren't related by blood, but...

[ she doesn't have to complete that sentence for the suggestion to be there — not related by blood, but still family. she clears her throat and switches thoughts. ]

I'm sorry about your sister and brother. [ she's said as much in text, but it sounds that much more earnest from her mouth. ] Let me know where to meet you and I'll be there, okay?

[ it's the least she can do for someone that seems distraught, even though she isn't entirely certain it'll bring any comfort at all. regardless, she's trying. ]

[northborn]

[ He reads the hurt falling like shadows across her face as she divulges the names of her loved ones —
kinsmen or not, they clearly mean as much to her as Robb's siblings do to him. So many names, so many lost...

...he takes a steeling breath, realizing he's forgotten something. ]

Of course, I would be happy to meet with you. But— my apologies, my concern overtook my civil courtesy. I haven't even asked your name, my lady.

[ He bows his head shortly, an amalgamation of respect and sheepishness. There's something almost boyish about it, belying the rough-hewn war-torn look he can never quite shake, and the circles under his eyes. ]

My name is Robb Stark.

[obstinance]

Robb Stark, [ she rolls the name around on her tongue, sounding it out. not familiar to her, as far as she's aware, but it feels important to memorize the name of a kind stranger. robb stark. she'll keep it in mind, commit the name and face to memory, even though she doubts that'll be a particularly difficult task. he'd made quite the first impression with his frantic button mashing on the device, after all. ] You have terrible manners, Robb Stark.

[ as if he isn't already embarrassed. she laughs, light and not unkind. maybe it is poor manners to some, but the forgetfulness has, at the very least, inspired a smile when she's felt understandably miserable without her friends. ]

But I'll let you off the hook. Clary Fairchild. Not exactly a lady, but I won't argue with the title.

[northborn]

[ The warm, airy trill of her laugh unhooks what feels like the claws of anxiety in his chest. They constrict, and weigh his ribs down — but that sound, soft and fleeting as it is, opens things up enough that he seems to breathe a little easier. He knows immediately that he is grateful for Clary Fairchild being part of this strange, new world. ]

Lady Clary, [ he starts, and her teasing actually begets a small smile from him, ] I will endeavor to behave better in your presence henceforth... particularly as you have done me a great service in your offer to conduct a search. Where shall I arrive to escort you back to the sky fortress?

[obstinance]

[ the sky fortress. oh, robb. ]

Don't mention it. [ that's as much of a thank you as she can provide without feeling as though she's taking entirely too much credit for a simple act of kindness. his frazzled nerves had given him away as someone in need; who is she to need gratitude for that? ] I'll met you in the market in five. How does that sound?