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[needsnoheadsman]

Hello, you've reached--[sounds of fumbling and muttering before Robb's voice comes in:] Robb Stark--leave a message after the beep.

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Day 308 :: Voice

[kuramaless]

Hey, Oi Sasuke--

Are y'there?

Man, this thing has been like stupid right? I think I accidentally touched that ice too much, my fingers still feel frozen.

We should go out for ramen, yeah? I'm gonna get Gaara to come too.

I'm coming over there now. I can see your house.

Er, yeah I'm here. You comin' down?

[needsnoheadsman]

[...uh.

Wow this is incredibly awkward.]

...I'm sorry?

[audio] day 308 - meant for arthur

[dragonspeak]

[There's a definite growl to Merlin's voice as he spits out his message.]

Arthur, if you're telling people lies about me wearing women's undergarments or whatever it is you've said just to get me to respond, I'll--I'll--

[Actually, he hasn't thought this through just yet. Probably should have decided on a suitable act of revenge before he called, now that he thinks about it.]

I'll think of something. I'm talking to you, now would you stop?

[needsnoheadsman]

I'm afraid you aren't talking to Arthur.

[This is...possibly one of the most awkward situations he's ever been in.]

[Video Message]

[dragonspeak]

Robb, it's Merlin. How are your injuries from the attack healing?

[He's noticed Arya's gone, and now he's just checking up on the big brother.]

[audio]

[needsnoheadsman]

They're better. [He didn't die, that's something he's glad for.]

voice

[divinewisdom]

Hey-- it's Annabeth? We met during the ice problem.

I know you got hurt during the attack, and I wanted to make sure you got it looked at. How are you?

[needsnoheadsman]

I did. It's better than it was during the attack, but thank you, Lady Annabeth.

*voice-dated to the day after the battle*

[lt_blade]

*there's the sound of Sonya clearing her throat*

Robb? It's Sonya *apparently not all of the ash was cleared*

You still have my rifle?

[voice]

[needsnoheadsman]

It's in my room. [He sounds incredibly tired and worn out--but then, dying will do that.] Do you want me to come give it back to you?

[asgardsbeauty]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

Action, some time after Robb's latest network post.

[uncledaddy]

[ Look at that, Robb, some anonymous nobody left you a huge bunch of wildflowers -- okay, a little shoddily-picked, but you're not a florist how can you tell. They've been tied with a ribbon and a note bearing a painstakingly-drawn heart. It's otherwise blank. ]

[not here]

[needsnoheadsman]

[JERK.]

text; you know when

[emgoldened]

[A Stark should be able to read, Viserys thinks. They are a family he hates with a passion, but they surely had the means to educate their children, and with all that honor running through their blood, they must have done as much.]

You only think to keep these "terrible" secrets from those you care for, Robb Stark. For others, you do not think at all about whether or not they want to learn their fates before they happen. [He'll lie and lie and lie like the shadow of a snake he is, lie on the ground beneath a belly, beneath scales a dragon could have but he never would. Joffrey told him. He denied it in his own way. But news travels quickly at times, and falsely at others. Viserys was not blind enough to never realize that some of the "news" he got was wrong, or must have been wrong.] My sister speaks about setting aside differences as much as we can. She has a woman's mind and heart, but this idea has merit. You are a Stark and I am a Targaryen. As long as we remember this much, perhaps there is not more that can be asked unless one of us seeks to harm another.

[Hah. As if Viserys could harm any man at all.]

I do not know who has happened to those you care for, Robb Stark, and it is not my business. News comes slowly across the Sea. I dare say you would not want to speak of it to me, nor think me genuine if I seemed to ask out of concern. [Robb doesn't know Viserys at all, doesn't know enough about him to know that he might never give anyone concern other than himself. Less so now that he's seen his own fate.] So this I ask you, I feel as if I must. I ask you as someone who has his own family here, and someone who feels strongly of what must be known and must not be known, and for their own good. You spoke to my sister. I would like to ask what you said to her. I would like to know what it is you have told her, not of your family or the Usurper.

I want to know if and what you have told her about our family, our father, and what teachings of them must be spread through Westeros that she would not know of otherwise.

[Viserys knows his history. He knows the family members that reflect poorly on them, and since he has only ever wanted her to believe they are worthy above all else, what he has told her has been twisted. The family that has proved Targaryen madness a possibility is family he has never mentioned. The madness itself? Never hinted at.

He will not tolerate her being told of it. He will not seek a truce because of their situation. He will do so for his sister, and he'll both hate and love her for it as he's so used to.

All I have.

Or, more accurately, the name of Targaryen.]

texting right back

[needsnoheadsman]

I will not seek to harm you and yours, Viserys Targaryen. You have my word on that. [Granted, he's broken it before, but he's not about to say anything about that.

Robb knows of the Mad King. How can he not? His father rose up to rebel against the man, when Robert Baratheon called upon him, years and years ago. He knows of the Targaryen madness, has heard tales about Aerion Brightflame, about some of the madder Targaryens, some of whom danced naked through the streets, others--like the Mad King--seeing enemies everywhere. He knows his history, just as well as Viserys.

He wonders just how much Daenerys Targaryen knows, of her family's history.]

I've not told her anything about your family, or of the Mad King. What I have told her pertains only to Asgard, and to the fact that I knew her when she was last here.

But there are other Westerosi here, and mayhaps she'll find out from them. [Not a threat, not a warning. Just a fact, a cold and hard truth, stated as bluntly as possible.]

backdated to Day 400

[asgardstricks]

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.

not here. well, sort of. just after the whole mess with joffrey and viserys.

[infomodder]

[He makes his way to Robb's place without stopping to think of anything or be distracted. He's had a terrible lot of problems of his own lately, but honestly: this life, this world of Robb's? It seems so terrible. He's not sure what happened after he asked about his problem, covered it with asking about Valentine's Day. He won't press. He has no reason to. It's not something he really should try to get out of him, to manipulate as that's not exactly his motivation.

It's an urge he has sometimes (and one he's hating for exerting it over poor Abigail Hobbs), but he does his best to get rid of it. He's has more in common with the man he left behind, but once he realizes he's doing something quite similar to him—he has to stop it, rethink it, try to understand what it is that drove him to it and how he can make sure it doesn't happen again.

He has no reason to make himself known, nor will he. Perhaps he's not at home, but he'll find it unless someone takes it upon themselves to be a thief. What is it? Why, it's nothing more than a bag full of bacon, hot and fresh should he find it immediately after. It's tied in several knots that means it will have to be cut, which he does not to aggravate, but to discourage any passing by from trying to steal.

There's a good deal of bacon in it, too. It might seem like a full pig was used to make it. Not exactly the case, but the more he could do, the better he felt it would go over. If Robb doesn't notice it, he's damn sure that fascinating direwolf of his will. When he goes to the door, that beautiful creature, scratches at it, runs around in front of it, perhaps whimpers—what other choice does he have than to open and see what is it causing such excitement. Attached is a note, and he's tried his best to make it sound sincere. It is, but his mannerisms...they're not always so perfect. They can't be. But he's tried, and he didn't feel as if he needed to sign it for him to know who he was. He did it anyway, because this poor young man? He obviously has enough enemies, and he wouldn't blame him for being wary of food that just appeared out of nowhere.]

I hope that whatever you chose in regards to what you asked turned out well. I've had to break bad news of my own, though I doubt it would be anything like what it seems your world is rife with. I'd offer myself if you wanted to talk about it to someone mostly removed, but perhaps I didn't make the best first impression. I didn't steal him, honestly. I just found him and made sure all of them were cleaned and fed and watered before I asked. I know the terror of losing a pet, or a companion as some would call them. Seeing them having been found but not really taken care of would be even worse to me. Not everyone feels the same, I know. Still, I thought that maybe you could use a little something, and something you would know was me even if I didn't sign it. You've got a lot of enemies here, so I thought it best I do anyway, considering you might think it one of them and distrust it. I wouldn't blame you for it.

Wishing you the best in all your endeavors,
Will Graham

[That's it. It's set on the door so tied up nothing will fall from it should the bag fall itself. He does it quickly, and he's gone before he can question himself and knock.

An act of kindness. It seems he needs it, even if Will wouldn't call it as much. Just...reaching out to someone having a great deal of difficulty in one of the few ways he can: helping with a beloved friend, even if that friend has four legs and a tail. It's really all he can do at the moment. He assumes Robb has too much on his plate to deal with anything else, much less Will, as big a mess as he's trying not to be.]

text;

[exiling]

[ Hey aren't you the new king of Asgard . . . ? BUSY COUPLE OF DAYS. ]

Events are escalating within the city, and just as our numbers double. [ Our being used loosely. ] I do not think that the friend you spoke of is having much effect on the Young Usurper.

[ She saw you smack talking her brother. ]

text;

[needsnoheadsman]

[Between bleeding out in the streets and getting his hand cut off, Robb has most definitely been busy. The reply comes about a few minutes later than usual.]

I did tell him as much. [Typing with your non-dominant hand is surprisingly difficult who knew.] Aye, and faster than I would like. The gods here seem fond of dragging in Westerosi now.

[he started it he smack-talked Robb's mother you just do not do that]

text.

[extraordinarie]

[ someone just had a less than awesome conversation with merlin. so she assumes introductions are in order?

kate needs friends from her own century. ]

Robb Stark? My name's Kate Beckett, and I was a friend of Arthur Pendragon.

text.

[needsnoheadsman]

[Arthur's loss is a blow, and a heavy one at that. It's also a reminder to Robb that not everyone here stays, a reminder that he could've done without, considering the week he's had.]

Aye, as was I. [Was. It's one word, and yet it's surprisingly difficult to type out.] I would be glad to meet anyone Arthur called friend. Would that this was under better circumstances than this.

video;

[bruxisms]

[ There is a look of disapproval on Stannis' face. Of course, that is nothing to be alarmed about just yet. ]

Lord Stark. A word?

[voice]

[needsnoheadsman]

[Robb is already slightly alarmed just from the message alone, sorry man. But he pulls himself together anyway to answer, keeping strictly to voice. At the very least his somewhat less-than-stellar state won't be too obvious.]

Aye. What do you want to speak of?

Text, private.

[uncledaddy]

[ He'd be lying a bit to claim he hadn't chosen text for a reason. Best understand an outsider's amusement while he might. If that butts against his honest intentions, Jaime doesn't pay heed.

This has gone on long enough. ]

We need to speak.

[text; private]

[needsnoheadsman]

[Robb has been doing his level best to avoid Jaime Lannister, since--well. That day. Really, he's tried his best to avoid people in general, but Lannister in particular, and though the former hasn't been too successful, the latter has been.

At least until now.

He considers not answering for a moment, but--he might as well.

The answer is slow in coming. Someone's not used to typing with his left, apparently.]

Say what you will now, Lannister. [It's not like he can do much else.]

text; after the gifts arrival (i'm sorry in advance)

[valardohaeris]

robb.

[valardohaeris]

robb.

voice.

[motherofwinter]

Robb. I have sold my rings and the broach I arrived with for some coin, to help so we may all live under one roof. [ jon snow told her she should consult robb first but... jon snow :| ]

voice.

[needsnoheadsman]

[For once you prooooobably should've listened to Jon.

He breathes out, pushes his hand through his curls. First he's woken up with his crown beneath his pillow, then Arya's called him over to her hall to see Nymeria, and now he gets this. Somehow it hits him harder than it should.]

You didn't have to, I've enough coin for that. [His mother had to sell her things just to pay for a house for all of them. He feels spectacularly useless now, even more than before, and it's not a feeling he likes at all.]

[Video Message] backdated

[dragonspeak]

So... [He's not even sure what he should be saying right now, but there's a definite urge to say something.]

It looks like we were cursed at the same time. [A pause.] And with the same curse.

[video]

[needsnoheadsman]

I've a feeling I'm never going to hear the end of this from far too many people.

[This is embarrassing. But also a better curse than he figured he'd be in for, honestly.]

I can't remember it as well as I'd like to, but--did I... [he trails off. How do you ask if your younger self did anything you wouldn't even think of doing otherwise?]

text. day 445

[intelligently]

Is Bran with you?

[ She makes certain to keep an eye on the little guy - he's nice, and she doesn't want him to find any trouble. So when Bran clearly hasn't been home she just wants to make sure that he's okay - if he's with his family or not ]

text.

[needsnoheadsman]

[The second he gets the message, he feels a heavy weight settle in his stomach. Gods, no, is the first thought that comes to mind, because Bran isn't here and if he isn't in Asgard--]

He's not here. [There's dread, sitting heavy in his stomach as he types out those three words, and guilt and regret and grief and anger as well.]

D561 evening, audio misfire \o/

[windbreak]

Yo! P-Partner.

[His hesitation there is hardly perceptible, except for the off note that sounds in its silence.]

Uhh, listen. I guess you're not around today either, but let me know when's a good time to give you your scarf back. You know, you dropped it the other day? While we have the chance... [Whoops, hold on. He's going for as casual as possible here, and that's an entire off symphony.] Oh, not that I - ugh, you know what I mean. It just kept slipping my mind.

[This silence, in contrast, lingers. Even when he finally breaks it, it bleeds into his train of thought.]

Hey, seriously? I'm not mad. You knew that, right? You should've figured it out by now. You're... important to me, no matter what. And I keep trying to be someone you can rely on too. After all this is over, that's not gonna change. It's slow, but I wanna think I was getting there... so...

[...Goddamnit. Well, it doesn't matter. Which is to say it matters a lot, for Souji as well as him, but at least he can trust Souji to understand what he's getting at. Good thing he never has a reason to spout this kind of emotional crap to anyone else!]

...Alright, yeah, I know. But call me back anyway, okay? Later.

audio

[needsnoheadsman]

Somehow, I don't think this was meant for me.