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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Arya has stayed well off the network since she first showed up, but a girl can only go so long before making grabby hands at such a useful, chock full of information system. She's been teaching herself how to work her communicator off the network, which is good, because it probably took a solid twenty minutes to figure the spacebar out. But she gets it now! Mostly. :v]

i have questions.

1 - how many people are here/ [Okay she still doesn't understand shift, so no question marks or capitalization for her :C]

2 - are there maps/

3 - has anyone explored the ship/

4 - are there gold cloaks guards/ ['Gold cloaks' is there for a few seconds, maybe a minute, before she figures out how to delete it. No need to indicate who she is or where she's from to the people who might know, right.]

Comments

[text] obviously oops....

[doggedly]

i have answers AND a map/
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[text] <333

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Are you mocking her Sirius why are you mocking her >|]

Then send it. [See, she learned!]

[text]

[doggedly]

[small children are just fun to mock, it's kind of a hobby...]

what
for free?

[text]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Small stabby children are dangerous to mock. :c]

Maybe. What do you want?

[text]

[doggedly]

[your argument is irrelevant because magic]

depends
what have you got

[text]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[MAGIC o9]

Eyes and ears

[text]

[doggedly]

boring
ive already got those myself
unless yours are meant to be particularly superior/larger

[text]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

They're very very good.

Are yours very large?

[text]

[doggedly]

proportional and charming actually
but good try


what is so great about yours that i ought to trade a map for them

[text]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

A man can't learn everything about a ship by himself.

[text]

[doggedly]

[...that is actually mostly true. Magic is an advantage, but still--]

how wise & perceptive of you
as a reward for wisdom perceptiveness et al: i'll show you half a map
then i get one eye? is that fair?

[text]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

A girl will share half the things she finds. [And think a man's a dick and probably share more like an eighth, if he asks, but.]

[text]

[doggedly]

[welp a girl is probably right to think that but w/e]

thats sort of like one eye yeah
right you are, A Girl do you want a map on your thinger
or will a paperish map be preferred

[text]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Can it be sent on this?

[text]

[doggedly]

[There is a rather long delay, because wizards + technology are not the best mix. And even after that delay....]

or i could just hand it to you
that would be easier
always better to make in person transactions!

[text]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Not always.

[Buttt she would kind of rather use a real map, so...]

Where?

[text]

[doggedly]

wherever you like i suppose
as its a bit of paper

[text]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

The gardens.

[text]

[doggedly]

right! gardens!
your wish my command!
i'll be there with your map

[action?]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Welp Sirius, she thinks you're totally weird, so she's going to hide once she gets to the gardens, watching for him to show up first before she reveals herself. B|]

[action!]

[doggedly]

[Never would he suspect that a small girl would be lying in wait for him, not the great Sirius Black--and even if he did suspect it, he wouldn't be precisely threatened, and would have entered the Gardens just as he does now: at a casual stroll, smoking one of his rationed cigarettes.

There is also a folded-up bit of paper in his pocket. You know. As proof.]

[action!]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[This small girl is Stabby McStabberton, one day she will give them all a reason to be at least a little threatened. But not today, because she sees that he isn't armed, and that has to be good enough. So she comes out and approaches slowly, eyeballing him.]

The map?

[action!]

[doggedly]

[This kid is titchy and dirty and scrawny and might be either a boy or a girl, it's really mostly impossible to say. Sirius takes a long drag on his cigarette, sizing up the androgynous demander, then exaggeratedly starts patting at his pockets, one-handed, cigarette now clamped between his teeth.]

Might try a please.

[action!]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Her eyes flick to the pocket, but only because maybe he has a weapon she didnt' see. When he pulls nothing out, she settles her gaze on his face again, keeping her own unchanging.]

Might. A man might keep his word.

[action!]

[doggedly]

Please. A man might please give what he's promised and keep his word please.

[He's more teasing than he is chiding, though, and--after a bit of investigating--he plucks a folded-up piece of paper from one pocket.]

What d'you call that accent?