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abyssalflame: (swords not shields)
[personal profile] abyssalflame
For those of you who have been seeking survival or battle training, it's all well and good to be learning on your own time, but going at it alone in a situation like this is just asking to get yourself or someone else killed. The last thing we need right now are a bunch of fools injuring themselves on their own blades because they thought they were hot enough shite to hunt something big down.

...I'm probably going to regret this, but if any have need of a guardian for just such an act of stupidity, I suppose accompanying you myself is better than nothing.

And while I'm here: who owns this?

[Sid unravels a blood-stained piece of cloth in front of the camera, which appears to be a flag.

It may or may not be recognizable as Jeanne Alter's.]


I've got a few choice words for you.
tactly: (042)
[personal profile] tactly
I seem to have found myself at a loss.

( going from lady to queen to normal person has been quite the ride for margaery, and in that time she hasn't exactly honed any skills that would be helpful towards living here. hunting, lookouts, fighting - none of those were exactly an expertise taught for the ladies of the land.

the lady-like hobbies that had been taught to her from a young age, outside of the time she had spent with her queen of thorns grandmother, were a far cry away from the many things being offered as jobs here, and margaery had to wonder how it was she was going to hold herself up here. too used to having everything on hand, she supposed she would be, despite the cruel way things were handled in westeros. )


My skills don't exactly lay in what would be entirely useful here. I was raised on more "lady-like" activities - sewing and tailoring, sometimes cooking. I was a... a Lady in my world, hardly a Knight or a fighter like my brother. ( she shrugs into the camera, as though to say 'what can you do'? ) If anyone knows of something that could be catered towards that, a job to support myself, then I would be most grateful.

( there's a slight pause where it looks like she's about to turn off the camera, and then — ) Or if you would be willing to teach me, I am a quick learner. I pick up things quickly and am willing to do most things. Anything would be much help.
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[personal profile] saucius
A few things:

[ Exile doesn't waste time with pleasantries. She's sure they're all thrilled to be here and there's probably more than enough whining and nonsensical banter going on. Good times, thanks but no thanks. ]

So, how many of us are here? At all? And how many of is are out of the pods? Does anybody keep a tally?

Besides that, I know there are some Force sensitives out and about. You've probably felt me, too. You know that feeling of dread and despair that permeates the walls sometimes? That's me. I'd be interested in hearing about the state of the galaxy from where and when you're from.

[ Her main reason to know who's who is to avoid them, of course. She can't help but feel like she needs to keep tabs on anyone that might be a danger to others though. ]

And lastly: card games. Show me yours and I'll show you mine.
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[personal profile] unweave
[ The feed picks up with a slight buzz of static. The visuals over the network focus on a waist-up shot of Aranea who isn't looking too hot. Not only is her face bruised (healing black eye, slightly swollen nose and busted lip), but there is a bandage pack poking out from under her top. ]

Don't want to waste anyone's time — there's enough stupid messages coming across this every day and I don't want to add to it.

My names Aranea Highwind and I'm recruiting for a mercenary group — odd jobs, monster hunts, personal protection, and the like. I'm willing to give a large cut on jobs I get in, bordering 65%. Tough sons of a bitches please apply and those looking for their problems to be solved? I'm your gal.

[ I mean, even now she's confident with a sly smirk plastered on her face. This is the most blunt ass sales pitch ever? But — ]

You can't trust everyone you meet here, some people will literally stab you. [ She nudges the view to her hip, but rolls her eyes as the camera gets back to her. ] But, there's still people wanting to help out. Why waste your time at that shitty fight club when you can make a difference and get paid for it? Think about it.
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