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Who: Jon Snow (song_of_ice) & You!
What: Oct. Event Catch-all
When: 10/21
Where: Olympia and Wyver
Warning(s): None
I. Evacuation
[He would stay in Olympia until the lasts of the refugees were gone. He had made a pledge to serve alongside the other royal guards and wouldn't fail in that promise. This wasn't the first catastrophe he had witnessed, but the first massive evacuation. Wandering around, a bit lost on what to say or do for others, he helps usher others out of their homes, carrying their belongings for some way until it is clear they can manage.
For the sick, he aids the doctors and nurses in placing them on the griffins, trying not to think overly much about how precarious the journey would be. He wraps blankets around them and checks one last time on those he knows. He would seek them out once they were in Wyver, but for now, he'd have to trust that they would be safe out of his sight.
Any that trip or fall behind, he would help them gather their things and assist them out of the town. Once the last stragglers were ushered away, he would follow them. Until then, he would ask the continual question that he asked of every refugee.]
Are you all right? Can you manage?
II. Exploring - Wyver
[He was used to being aimless and living on rations. After the hard conditions at the Wall, this was nothing. He resorted to what he knew, which was hunting and looking after others. Each morning he would go to the woods and fell a whatever looked to have enough meat to feed the family, the rest he would save to give to others that needed it. He would even skin and dress the animals for them, sparing them the gruesome work.
In the afternoon, with little else to do, he and Ghost would search around the towns, specifically the market to spend the money he had earned and saved. There would be small things to have to Sansa (maybe to cheer her up), other things for Robb and Lucy. There were a few taverns that he would visit for lunch and a drink, resting after the long hours of hunting. If someone sat beside him, he'd do his best to talk to them, pushing out of his shyness and taciturn nature. The temples fascinated him, even if he had no mind for gods of any sort. He couldn't deny the strange beauty these places held and went to pay them a visit, if only to satisfy his curiosity.
There was another place that drew him as well, Dragon Cove. After having seen dragons in the flesh, his curiosity and mind were drawn back to them repeatedly, not only because of Daenerys, but of the strange pull they had for him. Searching among the remains of the cove, he kept his sword and Ghost at his side, well aware of the creatures that could serve as a threat. There was a large skull at the center of the cove, half submerged in the springs. Kneeling, he tried to get a better look, if only to see if it was a dragon and similar to the ones he knew.
It was here he felt most at home, no matter if it was cursed or dangerous. There was magic in the cove and it was magic that called to him.]
III. Wildcard
[Feel free to come up with your own prompt. If you have any ideas or want a different adventure, shoot me a PM.]
song_of_ice) & You! What: Oct. Event Catch-all
When: 10/21
Where: Olympia and Wyver
Warning(s): None
I. Evacuation
[He would stay in Olympia until the lasts of the refugees were gone. He had made a pledge to serve alongside the other royal guards and wouldn't fail in that promise. This wasn't the first catastrophe he had witnessed, but the first massive evacuation. Wandering around, a bit lost on what to say or do for others, he helps usher others out of their homes, carrying their belongings for some way until it is clear they can manage.
For the sick, he aids the doctors and nurses in placing them on the griffins, trying not to think overly much about how precarious the journey would be. He wraps blankets around them and checks one last time on those he knows. He would seek them out once they were in Wyver, but for now, he'd have to trust that they would be safe out of his sight.
Any that trip or fall behind, he would help them gather their things and assist them out of the town. Once the last stragglers were ushered away, he would follow them. Until then, he would ask the continual question that he asked of every refugee.]
Are you all right? Can you manage?
II. Exploring - Wyver
[He was used to being aimless and living on rations. After the hard conditions at the Wall, this was nothing. He resorted to what he knew, which was hunting and looking after others. Each morning he would go to the woods and fell a whatever looked to have enough meat to feed the family, the rest he would save to give to others that needed it. He would even skin and dress the animals for them, sparing them the gruesome work.
In the afternoon, with little else to do, he and Ghost would search around the towns, specifically the market to spend the money he had earned and saved. There would be small things to have to Sansa (maybe to cheer her up), other things for Robb and Lucy. There were a few taverns that he would visit for lunch and a drink, resting after the long hours of hunting. If someone sat beside him, he'd do his best to talk to them, pushing out of his shyness and taciturn nature. The temples fascinated him, even if he had no mind for gods of any sort. He couldn't deny the strange beauty these places held and went to pay them a visit, if only to satisfy his curiosity.
There was another place that drew him as well, Dragon Cove. After having seen dragons in the flesh, his curiosity and mind were drawn back to them repeatedly, not only because of Daenerys, but of the strange pull they had for him. Searching among the remains of the cove, he kept his sword and Ghost at his side, well aware of the creatures that could serve as a threat. There was a large skull at the center of the cove, half submerged in the springs. Kneeling, he tried to get a better look, if only to see if it was a dragon and similar to the ones he knew.
It was here he felt most at home, no matter if it was cursed or dangerous. There was magic in the cove and it was magic that called to him.]
III. Wildcard
[Feel free to come up with your own prompt. If you have any ideas or want a different adventure, shoot me a PM.]
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[Only those they had above in the pods.]
Do you feel safe enough to ride? It's not easy if you haven't be taught, especially over long distances.
[He glanced back, trying to assess how many were left among the refugees. He wasn't sure it was time to leave yet, but he didn't feel right letting Linnues ride alone.]
I think the last of the stragglers are leaving.
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[the distance... he is unused to, yes, but Linneus has encountered more discomfort than saddle-sores]
Out of sight my master's son would let me ride occasionally; it's how I learned. But mostly I would share the mount with him.
[not really being able to see the road, the movement and the height, he had always clung to Xanthe terribly. He was teased back in return, though, so it was all in fair share]
We should be moving, yes. A little company would be welcome, though I understand if you would wish to ride ahead.
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[He may have been around horses before, but Jon would still offer the advice. These were different circumstances and the chaos around them might spook the horse.]
It's a bit different to ride a horse yourself than with someone else. It takes confidence. I think you will manage, as you said. Just have a care.
[He considered it. There weren't many left and it was probably time for him to go as well.]
My mount is nearby. Let me fetch it.
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[but perhaps if he were to take a ride closer to home, he might stretch the horse's legs a bit. Something to consider for later, perhaps, but for now, the focus is getting familiar with riding again
A little dip of his head, his hand still gentle on his horse's nose]
I can wait. It will give us some time to get adjusted to each other.
[that, and he can get himself up into the saddle. He can manage, but he will certainly make sure to get settled while Jon is away. There's a streak of pride in him, certainly]
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We have a long ride ahead of us, so we should only stop when we need to most.
[He could be relentless in that way, but he understood his companion might not be used to that speed.]
If you feel you are going to fall or need a moment to rest, tell me.
Otherwise, we should keep moving.
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I understand. The sooner we arrive there, the better.
[He is quite determined not to fall behind - and Linneus can be stubborn about some things, when he wants to be - but there is also a part of him a little excited to be taking a journey. He'd read tales of great travels, of course, but never really imagined he would do so himself, even after arriving here. Freedom was something still too strange and new for him to even consider it.
A little ungainly as he comes to match Jon. Riding is not just about sitting on a horse, after all, he's having to remind himself to engage his body properly]
Was that your... dog? That just ran past?
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[He sometimes had to remind himself that others in this world weren't familiar with the creatures. Ghost was so natural to him, so familiar, that it struck him as odd whenever anyone seemed unnerved by his wolf.]
That's Ghost. He was recently returned to me.
[Which is something, at least. He had felt empty without Ghost at his side, believing for a time that his direwolf had not been saved when Westeros was lost. That bond stretched far and deep, more than a loss of world could sever. He was proud of Ghost and it showed on his face. There was at least some normalcy in his life now.]
He'll find his way back once he's finished hunting.
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[it's not a criticism - Linneus can't see how one would be able to keep such a large creature confined. But if he runs wild... does he ever get lost? Does he ever fail to come home? What brings him back?]
He must be very loyal.
My master kept dogs for a time, for hunting, but nothing so large...
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[Anyone that wasn't already attacking or threatening someone else.]
He'll chase some stag, fell it and have his fill. He won't harm anyone here.
[He nodded thoughtfully. He wouldn't be able to give an answer to those questions, even if they were voiced. He doesn't know the source of the bond, only that it runs deep and true. Ghost always finds his way back to him and understands those that are his friends and those that mean to harm him.
He trusted his wolf with his life.]
I've had him since he was a pup. My brothers and sisters all had one of their own, from the same litter. I think he is the only one left.
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[he doesn't bring his kills, or bring Jon to them - so it's different to Master Atros' hunting dogs, more than just the prey being bigger. That Jon has had him so long certainly explains a great deal. Loyalty, then, is what keeps them together, and clearly it is mutual.]
The only one left...?
[thoughtful, his hold adjusting on the reins. Doing this without riding gloves is strange...]
What happened to his siblings?
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[Not that he could put to word how the direwolf was different from any other dog or average wolf. He possessed an awareness and knowledge that was closer to man's. He might still be a wild animal, but he had sense and instinct, something that kept him restrained on his own volition.
All Jon could say was that he was smarter than most men he served alongside.]
They were killed in different ways. [Most dying alongside their master.] They died protecting the my siblings.
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[softly, a light shake of his head and turning his attention back to their path again. The man said he had a sister here but...]
No, forgive me. I'm certainly prying, now.
[he's curious, yes, but he isn't going to push the point. And perhaps they are sleeping, still? He doesn't know how this stasis works, quite]
Your... home, though. Was it similar to this place, or different?
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The change in topic was at least a relief. That he could speak about more freely.]
It was similar in someways. We didn't have anything like the station or the pods, but the cities in Olympia were like the ones I had seen in Westeros.
What of yours?
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[thoughtfully, considering]
I suppose... on the ground, it isn't too unlike what I was used to. The houses are smaller, but then I did live in a large... sort of a town-house? Most dwellings were a good deal smaller.
The station and the pods are quite something else, though, yes.
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[The differences in these worlds could still be confusing, but he was starting to get a sense of what certain words meant, even if he didn't know completely and couldn't picture it.]
I am not sure there are many places that have something similar to the station.
The Natha seemed more advanced than most.
What was your world called?
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[oh, he's read about keeps]
Ah, no. The house is built up, more. Upwards, I should say, there are several floors. Usually such a house is for a single family, and its servants and staff...
[though the Teahouse was a bit more complicated than that...]
My country's name was Ivore - though it was a rather small country. I don't know the name of my world...
[is that something one should know? He's not sure...]
What was yours?