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[silverhound]

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How come I have to have a "silver turd" and a "blind dude" as roommates? They both suck!
Who came up with this idea? This is stupid.

Might kick them out. They're too noisy.

Does anyone even like their roommates? Mine are annoying. Let's do a trade.

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a plague o' both ur networks

[northborn]

[ At this untimely yet not altogether unexpected interruption, Robb veritably growls. He doesn't see Theon's face when arguing with him in person, or over these strange devices. It's the image of Theon's back he yells at, tilts at like a windmill, claws at, spurns — as it walks away from him. ]

Leave it to you not to know the etiquette and gratitude one shows a host; indeed, a benefactor and a lifeline.

[reek]

[ Theon is angry, hurt, upset with both Robb and himself. He doesn't know where to direct all of these emotions...so clearly Robb is the best target right now.
In someone else's post. Sorry, Loz. ]

I learned my lack of etiquette and gratitude from the best. Ten years with you and your family did not leave me uneducated.

[northborn]

[ And there, it goes too far. Robb sits back for a moment, thinking of all he'd done as they grew up together to treat Theon as his own brother. Watching Ned do much the same, entrusting him with roles not even Jon was permitted to fill. And as he'd laid siege toward the South, Theon had been his right arm. ]

I gave you all, Greyjoy. I spilt my blood beside you.
You spat in it, and kept walking.

Threadjack

[jelmazmo]

( Ah. This is getting personal, in public. Do neither of them realize this is a bad thing? )

Should the pair of you have further grievances to air, let us agree on a time and place to meet.
And not reveal all to everyone who would listen.

( It's not like they need to twist her arm to make her act as their queen. )

[northborn]

[ No arm twisting, not today. She's not their queen yet. He is still King in the North, albeit dead, and he supports his brother's right to rule after him. Of all they have discussed since finding each other, it's the one thing that makes sense to him. It is a delicate balance to strike, however, in a new world where they all live side by side.

Crowns, after all, are more grievous topics than anything else. ]

Your offer of mediation is appreciated, your grace, and counsel well kept. As for the rotted carcass that was once a friendship between Greyjoy and I, you needn't subject yourself to the discourse. It will remain dead, and, perhaps one day, the dead will no longer walk the long night.

[jelmazmo]

This is what my brother Rhaegar would have done had he lived, is it not? I can do no less; and the offer will remain, should you change your mind.

( It may come to pass that she will press the issue if these petty squabbles become too disruptive. She'd not mentioned Viserys, and will pointedly refrain from doing so. His is no example she would follow. )

What is this long night you refer to?

[northborn]

Forgive me - I know not what your brother would have done to intervene in the name of peace. His mark upon our histories as the North knows him was to start a long and bloody war by running away with aunt.

[ Harsh, perhaps, but true enough. They may yet have much to learn from one another, and historical revisions could lay in store. ]

The Winter as you, nor none in the Southern realms, have never known it, Your Grace.
It was upon us not long before The Storm came to take us all.

[reek]

[ That one hits him where it hurts. If he weren't such a prideful man, he'd shut this entire conversation down, perhaps beg for forgiveness in any way possible, but he won't allow himself to do that. What's done is done. He knows he betrayed Robb, and he knows there is no apologizing. ]

You know where I sleep should you wish to do your duty. Nothing's stopping you from passing the sentence and swinging the sword. It's what your father would wish.

After all, you've already said it yourself, Stark. I was never your family.

[jelmazmo]

There will be no executions here. ( Unless she's authorized it. ) Leave it be for now, my lord.

Both of you have a duty to carry on in this place where our people cannot. We are all that remains. To lose sight of what that means would be foolish.

/peanut gallery

[silverhound]

"My lord?"

You people write so fancily! What's the deal with that?!

lmao thank you for all this

[jelmazmo]

Quite simply: etiquette.

[reek]

As it stands, your grace, you rule nothing. What transpired between Robb Stark and I concerns only himself, his family and his bannermen, and it has not yet been resolved. This is his sentence to pass, not yours.

[ Theon understands her meaning, and he doesn't want to die, but he knows what his treachery would have earned him in the North. This is Robb's decision by right, and he'll allow only Robb to decide what should become of him. ]

[jelmazmo]

Only by fault of the Storm. I have heard of Robb Stark before, a little. But if you wish to discuss that further, for his sake I'd insist on it being conducted in private.

I don't know what you've done, only that it must be grave for you to offer your life. We spit on the memory of all those who have perished if we die here so soon. So you will not.

( She will insist here, because she was prepared to work with people she'd not necessarily liked or trusted (Varys) to restore peace to their homeland. It will take some time and an accord before she might ever recognize either of them as her equal. )

[northborn]

You're right, as you have seldom been in your life, Greyjoy. I am my father's son.

[ Let him sweat over that for a minute, perhaps two, before he sends another message. It is difficult, corresponding like this — ravens gave oneself time to compose one's thoughts. To truly drive a sword in, deep and concise. This exchange has been a detriment to them both, but mostly to Robb — it is not only upon himself which he brings shame and the threat of danger. There is Sansa to think of, and Jon.

He catches flashes of them, growing up together. In the midst and at the edges, solid but blurry: Theon.
Their not-brother, smiling too fiercely. ]

I suppose we have that in common, in the end.

[ The truth is only half so, but it burns well enough. He lets the flames go. ]

[reek]

Aye, and your mother’s son. I believe she would love nothing more than to see this sentence carried out as well.

[ Theon doesn’t truly want to die, but his offer is an attempt to give something to Robb in the midst of this mess. He can’t beg for forgiveness; surely there’s none to give. He can’t return Winterfell or its people, or even now force himself to choose between his own family and the Starks. Worst of all, he can’t place himself back at Robb’s side to warn him of Roose Bolton’s intentions, and that eats him up more than anything else.

I should have been the one who died, he thinks as he dwells on his next response. Not Robb. ]

I’m a Greyjoy. It’s all I ever could be.

[ Though he wishes it were easier than that. ]

threadjack: the threadjackening

[unprays]

[ it is hard, to agree with two rulers at once — she is on Robb's side in this as she is in everything, yet the dragon queen speaks true. it is dangerous, to speak too much of private matters where others may see it, and may use the knowledge to their advantage. ]

He is not worth the effort, Robb. The time of a king is precious, and yours would surely be better spent elsewhere than trying to reason with a traitor.

i threadjack your threadjack

[reek]

[ Did you really think you could get away from being dragged into this too, Sansa? I'm so sorry ]

You hadn't even learned to walk when I came to Winterfell. I know the ways of the North as much as you do. Robb decides what is worth his effort. You and a queen who has never even seen her homeland do not.

[unprays]

[ Theon Greyjoy you great moron can't you see she is trying to protect her brother, their king? ]

I made no mention of your knowledge of the ways of the North. Only a fool imagines slights when there are none.

Besides, my words were to my brother, not you. If I cannot decide what is worth Robb's time, surely I can decide what is worth mine. [ read: you are not. ]

yesssssssss B)

[northborn]

He murdered our brothers, Sansa. How are we to let this stand? How do we calmly share quarters as sheep with a wolf? The wolf's role is meant to be our own.

[unprays]

Whatever he did or did not do... Robb, this is not the place to talk about it. We are all that is left of House Stark, is this how we want others to see us? Talking of matters that are no one else's to know, openly like this?

You know what happens to the lone wolf... and we are not alone.

[ as long as they do not side with Theon... then he is the lone wolf, and only the pack will survive. ]

un: firefalls

[clobbers]

Uhhhh. Guys? The whole world doesn't need to know you hate each other.

And I can seriously hear you yelling at each other. It's the middle of the night. Can you at least get back to it after you sleep?

[northborn]

Humblest apologies on behalf of all involved, my lady. Sleep has been scarce amongst we less than merry few.

We may have buried hope that enough of a brawl would tire us out sooner rather than later.

[clobbers]

( Kara softens a little, pausing before she might text him back. )

No harm done, really. I think we could all use some sleep. I'm sorry you're upset, though. :( Is there anything I can do to help?

Maybe you need some fresh air instead of being cooped up in there. I'm awake now, if you want to.

[northborn]

[ There is kindness here, even in this short exchange. Robb finds respite in it. Perhaps more so because she is a stranger to them all. ]

I would be privileged to accompany you about the grounds, Lady...?

[clobbers]

Great! Ah, sorry. It's Kara. Kara Danvers. Where should I meet you?