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[disfavour]

Humans! [ Good, now that he has your attention. ] There is a sickness aboard this vessel, a Dark Beast that harbours rot and the ruin of any that approach it. I, myself, suffered injuries that have now healed. It is a skilled foe that walks in shadow, a warrior of the forsaken. It does not bleed when wounded or hesitate to give harm and it will kill you, should you be fool enough to challenge it. Unless, of course, it decides to keep you alive for sport — those mortals who deliberately put themselves at risk do so at their own peril. If you believe you are strong, I am here to tell you that you are not. Keep your corpses to a minimum. 

Specifically: it carries a great chain that burns like embers, knows your mind and moves at incredible speed. Thranduil is aware of this demon, as are all those of Elvenkind aboard. 

[ Nuada, who brings the network this message from the corridors where he is patrolling, peers into the camera with wolflike gold eyes. You may have seen them around recently, instead belonging to one massive six-foot hound. ]

To those who are not human, I say this; stay with your brothers and sisters, send word over a secure line if any of you are attacked. All manner of Aes Sidhe, from my world or not, are my concern.

[ What else? His manner eases ever so slightly, as it is wont to do between comrades. ]

Loki — we must speak concerning the forging of your weapon. It is time to take up arms worthy of your skill, my friend.

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[onetouch]

[ more confidently, almost harshly: ] Yes. I'm human.

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[acapriciousthing]

I suspect the humans that know would argue Aes Sidhe are one variation too many.

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[disfavour]

Listen to me, and listen very carefully.

[ There, girl, you have his attention. ]

It is too strong for any aboard this vessel. Setting aside all criticism of your species, it is frankly too strong for you to fight. If the truth of this offends you, that is your business. Walk into the dark and court it, it will doubtless approach — nothing is stopping you, least of all my efforts.

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[disfavour]

Hungry.

[ His tone is curt, exasperated. Talking of what the beast looked like is not something he wishes to revisit for just anyone. ]

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[wolfchild]

[ p…ause. ]

No, I told you first! I remember! I was in the gardens with Thranduil after he asked for my help and I got sick of waiting so I messaged all of you since you had to know and Gendry doesn't have a wolf and Bran's too little. [ kinda missing half the explanation there, short stack. ] Then after everything was done, I went to find Gendry since I promised him I would.

I thought Tyke would have known of it too. [ another pause. she sounds uncertain. ] I did say!

[ it is too hot for this. ]

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[wolfinthesnow]

Do you think I would forget such a thing?

You did not tell me.

[disfavour]

[ An amused slant takes his lips before he straightens it out. ]

Yes — I suggest you hide. [ And he sobers properly. ] Killing that which barely bleeds and owns such sheer strength of will is not something you need concern yourself with, not unless you own an ancient might to parry such blows.

[ To answer the last question, it takes a moment of inward debate before he amends the original statement hinging on the tip of his tongue. ]

If one were born in the image of the humans that massacred my people, that is distinction enough. [ MOVING ON — ] You beg quite the introduction. What is your name?

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[wolfchild]

[ slouching.

slouching a lot. ]

No. I guess not.

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[disfavour]

[ Almost snappishly — ] What do you know of my people?

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[wolfinthesnow]

Then you should tell me now.

[disfavour]

You ... are welcome.

[ Very deserving of assistance, at this rate. ]

I believe I met with one of your family recently. The little girl and her wolf in engineering.

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[51stcentury]

[Jack fights back the urge to sigh, knowing that won't get him anywhere either.]

Listen. I'm on the security team. If you get me a description, I could help.

[There's a lot more to him than you're giving him credit for.]

[onetouch]

[ hm. all strange, but that's starting to feel commonplace here. if it hadn't even before that (it had). ned's demeanor flips, and he tries for a light if still nervous smile. ]

I'm Ned. The pie maker.

[wolfinthesnow]

Arya and Nymeria. My little sister.

[He's not going to apologize for her - but man, he probably should.]

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[disfavour]

Why is it that only Jon Snow has the slightest lick of common sense about him on that team? [ Rhetorical, but honest. ] How would you help?

[ And he has to smile wanly, because nothing he can imagine would be able to lift the brand of darkness living like a sentient sickness in the demon's chain. ]

[disfavour]

[ He's used to feeling the grandness of his own blood, so he simply gives a well, then nod. ]

You own far more smarts than the majority of the security team, Ned.

[onetouch]

I don't tend to rush into situations I know nothing about. Unless - I have to. [ i.e. unless his girlfriend's in danger because she tends to do that rushing thing a lot in compare-- ] I'm sorry. About your people.

What's your name?

[disfavour]

[ He shakes his head as if reading Jon's mind, or rather his expression. Having a strong-willed sister of his own, Nuada imagines he knows what that look says all too well. ]

She is very brave. I disturbed her while she was at work, though I don't think she knew it was me.

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[wolfchild]

[ arya chews her lip. she picks at her sleeve as she starts. ]

King Thranduil called and said he needed Nymeria's help to find whatever attacked his vassal. The ugly elf that just told everyone. I had to stay in the gardens with him and Lord Elrond since he didn't want me going with the group, but Nymeria did. She took them to where it happened, but there wasn't much of a scent to track from there. They looked for a bit, then they got back, and Nymeria and me left.

All he'd ever say is it was a demon that did it. [ as is evident. ] King Thranduil wouldn't really talk all that much about it.

[ watching t wear a hole in the gardens lost its fun after two minutes. ]

[wolfinthesnow]

Some days I think she is the bravest among us.

Who did she think you were?

[disfavour]

Nuada, Silverlance. I would unload an entire spiel of titles but they are no longer well-known amongst humans.

[ Never mind whether he accepts Ned's condolences or not; he keeps that to himself and the irony it smacks of, too. ]

Here, I have sworn into the service of King Thranduil.

[disfavour]

[ He holds up a hand, then draws the shadows around him off the walls and floor like a living mist, letting them rearrange his features like ripples over a pool until the Glamour is in place once more.

The giant black wolfhound stares placidly at John, only the golden eyes remaining the same. ]

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[wolfinthesnow]

I do not think you should call him the ugly elf, as he has a name. Ser Nuada, if you must.

[He's mostly saying that because he likes him, okay, they are friends.]

Next time, do not send Nymeria without family, or at least one of her littermates. If they fuss, tell them to speak to your brothers on it. I would not see you lose her.

[Of course Ghost goes off alone all the time but it's different, Ghost is different, who knows why.]

[onetouch]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Nuada. [ he nodded with as much respect as he could muster, since apparently he was supposed to be currying favor with this guy. he really didn't know anymore. ]

King... I've heard that name before. [ though he didn't know where from. ] He's been here longer than you, yes?

[wolfinthesnow]

[A pause-]

Ah, I see.

[Well, that explains quite a bit]