northerner: (introspect.)
robb "footloose and fancy free" stark ([personal profile] northerner) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2012-04-29 04:29 pm

002 -- video;

[ robb's face is like stone, his voice like ice, and the mask of kingship just barely hides the undercurrent of fury in his voice. in his tone there dwells bared teeth, raised hackles, all just barely contained. for all the kingly restraint, the viciousness of it shines through. ]

There is a man upon this vessel named Magneto, who has done a great harm to my brother's companion, a lady named Alayne Stone. I call upon you to present yourself to answer for your crime, ser, and save me the task of hunting you down.

[ there is a moment's pause, as if he would say more but thinks better of it, and then disconnects. ]
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PERMAENCRYPTION AND PERMATEXT CAUSE ROBB STARK NEEDS COMPUTER LESSONS

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-04-30 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aberdeen knows something when she hears it. And Aberdeen knows grief. Granted, she doesn't have the whole story so her assertion is imperfect, but she'd felt something on Alayne Stone's behalf, so she can't be wrong. She can't. ]

She died.
You grieved.
I heard you.


[ Only after the fact does she remember caution and remove the incriminating line. ]
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SHE'LL GIVE YOU LESSONS ONE DAY KING OF MY LOINS i mean

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-04-30 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ A piss-poor liar, yes. If she wanted to, she could find the beat of his heart, the pace of his pulse and listen to the way they vary and jump whenever he speaks. Good as any polygraph. ]

i wasn't.

[ Then: ]

how?
Edited 2012-04-30 03:18 (UTC)
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SHE'LL TEACH YOU MORE THAN THAT, GREENBOY

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-04-30 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And then, a strange question. But one whose answer may shed light upon the darkened corners of her understanding. ]

is she human?
your sister.
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UGH EPPY WHAT IS HAPPENING

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-04-30 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
no one told me.
i listened.


[ That is all the answer he gets at first, but then, more words follow. Aberdeen is nothing if not fair and she knows that this is an exchange that she has brokered without his consent. She doesn't know the weight of the Starks' secret, nor does she much care. But she has taken something from them and has left Robb Stark exposed. Robb Stark, whose sister was most certainly dead. (She knows what that feels like, and maybe that inspires sympathy and maybe it doesn't; it's hard to tell.) ]

i'm not human.
not completely.
that's how i know.
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WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE????

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-04-30 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her answer comes immediately. ]

no one will.

[ And then, after another long pause, something of an explanation. ]

quid pro quo.
a phrase in latin:
"this for that".
an exchange that occurs between two parties,
one to one, in equal proportion.

she's your sister.
i'm not human.
quid pro quo, king in the north.

agreed?
Edited 2012-04-30 19:02 (UTC)
wiretap: (▞ traveler's dilemma ▚)

HGNNNGH I WANT TO MOTHERFUCKING ABSCOND WITH HIM

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-04-30 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Although Aberdeen doesn't believe in concepts like honor, she does not believe in lying. Lying is inefficient and messy and Aberdeen likes things straightforward and simple. ]

swear on something.
something important.


[ She's seen the way he talks and knows, if he does, then the exchange is sealed. ]
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THIS WILL LEGIT HAPPEN IF YOU'RE NOT WARY KING OF MY LOINS

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-04-30 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quid pro quo. This for that. One oath binds and so should the other. ]

i swear on the hiilāw of dùn dè.

[ Dundee. Obvious, maybe, but that's not the point. ]
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OH GOD ROBB HOW DID YOU UNLOCK THIS ACHIEVEMENT

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-04-30 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The video switches on. A woman, sharp features, pale but strong. She has a stare like a wolf, unapologetic and raw, and there is metal threaded in her ears and her face. ]

I have two names. One is Aberdeen. I won't tell you the other.

[ A beat. ] Not without the promise of further discretion and another secret.
Edited 2012-05-01 00:11 (UTC)
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YOU ARE OFFICIALLY ON HER "OBSESS ABOUT" LIST

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-05-01 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ A pause. During the silence, as she stares, there is a muffled clinking sound as she clicks the metal piercing in her mouth against the back of her teeth. ]

And you will listen to what I have to say about the man known as Magneto.
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ALSO: WANT TO TAP THAT

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-05-01 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another pause. Longer this time, more pointed. It is clear that what she offers is profound, a truth so large that Aberdeen herself is not entirely sure how Robb Stark will make up the difference. But his is the face of a brother bereft — granted his sister once again, but bereft nevertheless. (She knows what's that like; she knows, she knows, though she was not near enough to watch her brother bleed out into the snow.) ]

You will not tell anyone my name.
You will not mention it in mixed company.
You will not use it as address unless it is completely necessary.
Even if we are alone.

Break these rules and your sister's secret is forfeit.
Agreed?

[ One more pause, her eyebrows lifting. ]
Edited 2012-05-01 00:47 (UTC)
wiretap: (▞ confrontation analysis ▚)

THE KING IN THE NORTH HAS LEVELED THE FUCK UP

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-05-01 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ He calls himself a king. He behaves in the way kings are supposedly meant to behave. Robb Stark says he says understands and so she takes it as read. ]

Hallah. My name is Hallah.

[ A beat. ]

Don't say it.
Edited 2012-05-01 01:25 (UTC)
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OH DEAR GOD ABOVE RIGHT IN THE FUCKING FEELS????

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-05-01 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ If this confession makes her feel anything in particular, it doesn't show on Aberdeen's face. She stares, stares some more and then only after another drawn out silence—

She blinks. (An acknowledgment, an acceptance. Another exchange drawn, sealed and signed.)

Then:
] How old?

[ He's young for a king. Very young perhaps. But Aberdeen was a child prodigy who grew up far faster than any of her peers. Her perspective on things is a little skewed. ]
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NEITHER DO I BUT PLEASE NEVER STOP :c

[personal profile] wiretap 2012-05-01 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ She was seventeen when Elijah died. The girl Hallah had been at seventeen was a lot different than the one who hit nineteen two years later. She lives her life as though she doesn't regret any of that but perhaps she does (but if that's the case not even she's aware of it). ]

You're not a king here, [ she eventually says. And maybe that's meant to be a comfort, even though it comes out as even and steady as the rest of it. ]