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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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[51stcentury]

[Jack leans forward and smiles back, quirking an eyebrow at his conversation partner.]

I don't know whether this whole announcement business has got your panties in a twist or whether you really just don't have that high an opinion of humans, but let's just say I'm bringing a lot more to the table than you think I am.

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[jurisimpudent]

[And here comes the yappy guard dog.]

You will not speak to her with such gross disrespect. Shame on you, sir.

[disfavour]

Far longer, yes. [ He almost comments on the striking resemblance between Thranduil and Ned, but finds it a rather pointless endeavour. It can serve to surprise the both of them sometime if they aren't already acquainted.

There are times where Nuada feels his age. One of these is when a human (Ned, currently, though Jon has been having this effect too) is consistently well-mannered. It strikes an old chord in him that has been long buried, back from the days when mortals would honour the Aes Sidhe and find patrons in elves that took their gentleness to heart. Nuada isn't certain he enjoys being reminded that such humans still exist. For now, he doesn't begrudge Ned what he cannot know, and merely makes an effort to remain ... civil. (Nuala is surely applauding, wherever she is.) It's all a matter of Picking and Choosing humans, the prince is beginning to realise, with some far more tolerable than others.

There's no escaping them on the ship, after all. Not for long. ]

How long have you been in residence here, Ned?

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[disfavour]

I have every right to despise humans, sir. The only right. [ That coldly stated, he continues in a far lighter tone. ] Would this be a very grand metaphorical table or more of a night-stand, would you say?

[ /ssssssass ]

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[wolfchild]

[ not to worry, she likes him too. when every other elf is beautiful enough to make her feel like a rat next to them, arya appreciates nuada a lot. ]

She didn't really go alone. I was—with her. In a way.

[ guess who's been practicing with bran. ]

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[wolfinthesnow]

Have you managed, then? To warg?

[onetouch]

I've not had the honor of meeting him yet. [ but soon, surely. since his other facetwin abandoned him, wow!! ]

How long? Oh. Well... That's matter for some debate, probably. Of what I can remember? Nearly five months.

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[disfavour]

[ Tilting his head in the haughty elven prince equivalent of ahwww, gold star for effort. ]

I will speak to this obtuse girl howsoever I wish.

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[jurisimpudent]

She is not an obtuse girl. She is the head of security aboard this ship, and she has proved her mettle, her competence, and her courage time and again. Until you have helped as many people as Tyke has, sir, you will hold your tongue.

[disfavour]

[ The hound gives an amused snort, then the shadows filter away as if caught in a breeze and Nuada remains at their former centre, once more himself. ]

She had a small weapon in her hand. It might be wise to caution her against railing at dangerous beasts, given our current climate.

[ Arya is human, sure, but it's not as if Nuada is going to attack a child. Not without good reason, anyway. The creature that attacked him, however, is a different story. ]

[wolfinthesnow]

I'll caution her, although I suspect that if our wolves are not quick to attack something [or someone] then we have little to fear from them.

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[disfavour]

Whatever makes you think I aim to help any of you? I simply don't want to have to walk through your remains and dirty my boots.

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[wolfchild]

I've been doing it a really long time. But I didn't know what it was. In Braavos, I used to dream of the Riverlands. I have a pack of hundreds. It'll snow there soon.

[disfavour]

You may find you have more in common than you thought.

[ Nuada will just popcorn.gif at them the whole time, he totally wants to be there. ]

Five months is a long time. Were you a pie maker before you arrived or did you pick up the profession here out of necessity?

[ Everyone has their uses, from a prince to a scullery maid. Nuada also, shockingly, has the manners to carry any conversation that he pleases. ]

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[wolfinthesnow]

Winter is coming.

[disfavour]

I find myself almost insulted.

[ Hah, not really. ]

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[jurisimpudent]

[A sneer.]

Charming. Then by that apathy, sir, you mark your opinion worthless. Your warning is appreciated; everything else, I beg you to keep to yourself in the future.

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[51stcentury]

That's quite a statement. [And that's all he'll say on that. There's a boat of questions that could be asked there, and Jack can't say that he isn't curious, but time and a place. And there's something to be said for knowing not to push too hard too fast.

At the lighter statement, though, he leans back, grinning wider.] I don't know, it's your table. Your shadow beast or whatever you're calling it. I'm just the one supplying the goods. But let's just put it this way. At this feast? I'm an all you can eat buffet.

[God help the pair of them that may or may not have been flirting. Who are we kidding this is Jack Harkness of course it was flirting.]

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[disfavour]

You may beg much of me, but you will find I am not, nor ever will be, disposed to grant you a single thing. I suggest that you hang up, you appear quite out of sorts.

[onetouch]

[ he makes a mental note to keep an eye out for this ~thranduil~ ]

Next to two years, five months felt like the blink of an eye. [ and yet when he sat there and counted five months did seem longer when he was stuck in space. but pie. pie makes him smile, even next to such dreary topics. ]

I've always been one. Well. For twenty years, plus two and add five months. [ rather like a baking equation, isn't it? ]

[wolfinthesnow]

Perhaps it was simply too hot. They would let us die before they would expend the energy to save us.

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[disfavour]

[ Flirting? It's been a couple of decades since he flirted with anyone EXCEPT HIS SISTER, oops. Nuada's eyes flicker up to fix on Jack, his lips pursing into a line as he bestows on him a carefully unimpressed look. ]

You are also clearly subject to vast amounts of hyperbole.

[ ooooo, OOOOOOOOO SHOT DOWN. The gloves just came off. One does not simply flirt their way into Mordor Nuada's favour, sir. ]

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[jurisimpudent]

Naturally I am out of sorts. You have given gross offense to my commanding officer. And while she is too decent and self-effacing to argue on her behalf, I am not. Moreover, you are, if I am not misunderstanding the tenor of your statements, exhibiting gross racism, which shall not go unremarked-upon.

[disfavour]

[ It is, funnily enough. Nuada is very mild when talking with Ned; it's sort of like chatting to a puppy, there's no immediate threat in sight. ]

Where I come from, if the Ae— if an elf bakes for a human and the mortal eats the offered food, it's a sign that they have been claimed. [ Cake Rules, those actually exist. ] A long time ago, your kind were stolen by mine to our lands in this very fashion.

[ ... That sounds a little weird and daunting in retrospect but, well. It's sort of relevant. This is a conversation, after all. ]

[disfavour]

I don't know about that, though they are terribly clever. I've always been something of a dog-person, even throughout all the long years of my exile.