NOVEMBER INTRO MINGLE

[asgardmods]

Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 351 and forward
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.

[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 353 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.

Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for November! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!

Have fun!]

Comments

[builtbykillers]

Then what do I have to tell you? You could spare me and have this conversation yourself if you keep answering your own buggering questions. I don't have time for this.

[It feels more powerful to lash out than to act stunned, argue with Robb, and call him insane (though he feels he has every right to).]

[needsnoheadsman]

I could, but you'll find that we have more than enough time here. [As much as he mislikes it, mislikes the fact that the Hound, of all people, has been dragged here.] And as for my questions, I have plenty to ask of you, and I'm certain you have the answer to some of them. But I'd wager you have some of your own to ask as well.

[builtbykillers]

You bet wrong. Don't expect me to thank you for your courtesy, either.

[Sandor looks around them again.] You could be a dream. [He says this to Robb, himself, and no one at all.] I've had more unpleasant ones than seeing your grim face scowling at me.

[And how the fuck else was he supposed to explain what Robb was saying to him? Or the gray people walking past them?]

[needsnoheadsman]

I'm not asking for thanks.

This isn't a dream, though it may seem like one at times, and at others I've wished it were. [Right now being one of the latter.]

[builtbykillers]

Smarter than you look.

[But that does bring up a question he wants to ask Robb.] Just how long have you been here?

[needsnoheadsman]

Two months, and more than that besides.

[It's surprising how used he's gotten to this place, in such a short span of time--it almost seems longer, when he thinks back.]

[builtbykillers]

[Sandor clearly wasn't expecting that answer and turns to him. While his eyes are white, and his jawline is rigid, his voice is harsher and more threatening than ever.]

Two months ago, you were in Riverrun. After that, you were going North with your buggering host, every drunk knows that. Lie to me again, and I'll snip your damn tongue from your mouth.

Now how long have you been here?

[needsnoheadsman]

Two months ago, I left for the Twins. [He doesn't mention that he never went back North.] Do you truly think I would lie about that?

[builtbykillers]

I think you take me for a suckling halfwit to believe such a farce.

[And he doesn't mention that he was going North to see him.]

Does this look like the bloody Twins to you?

[needsnoheadsman]

And I think you take me for something I'm not, to believe I would lie about when I arrived for whatever reason. [He just doesn't mention what happened before he arrived.

A huff.] I've been here two months, it looks nothing like Westeros at all, let alone the Twins.

[builtbykillers]

[The last time he saw Robb, he was still a boy playing with a wooden sword. Everything else was battle recaps and gossip, but one thing he has heard time and time again was his resemblance to his father. And Ned Stark wasn't a liar.

It's just hard to digest with the blatant inconsistencies in time. How could he have been here and Westeros at the same time? Sandor practically bristles beneath his armor, hackles raised and snarling at him.] How in seven hells is that possible?!

[needsnoheadsman]

It's no more possible than being pulled into another world, and yet here we are.

[No more possible than a dead man walking, but that's another story, and one Robb isn't interested in telling. Especially not to the Hound, of all people.]

[builtbykillers]

Shut your mouth. You damn sullen bastard, shut your bloody mouth. Don't think I won't do it, myself.

[If Sandor had other things to throw, he would be. Or he might swing his sword, but not at Robb. Regardless of his words and the distance he closes in order to threaten him further.]