Today, I would love to see the solar in which you cast your magic. Might this be arranged? I know the notice is little and the channels are unofficial-- [ she ought to have had sigrid arrange it for her, but sigrid has enough on her mind ] --but I would love to take the opportunity.
ALAYNE STONE.
[ sansa is not alone. but her family is gone -- every last one of them disappeared to the road, and she craves smiles. it was remarkable how much she had come to depend on the renewed ability to smile after years of unhappiness in westeros. ser loras is away. she has already asked for too much of lord renly's patience. so she takes a chance on a magician's workshop. ]
We're friends, Alayne. You don't need to be so official. Relax. I'd love to have you come down. Just knock when you feel like showing up. If I don't answer right away, knock harder. =)
it's a word she's taken on like a happy mantle with some court-fellows: sigrid and lucrezia. margaery. she counts lord renly as a friend to her cause, but not a friend of hers. so the word throws her out of kilter. it takes her some time before she responds with a small brief yes of course i will. but then she moves beyond her shock and sticks to the goal at heart -- to be drawn out and distracted from her solitude. to be with someone she could perhaps one day trust -- especially with a force moving against the castle.
sansa isn't used to knocking. a full hour after her original message, she winces as she raps her knuckles gently against stiles's door. upon realizing that the sound was probably too muffled, she knocks a little harder. ]
[A wild Jon appears! He's been liberally spattered with blood and he's clearly on horseback with a castle built into some mountains far off in the distance (if you squint.) The look in his eyes is a liiittle bit crazy.]
You-- offered your aid, once.
[So really, when you think about it, you brought this on yourself Stiles.]
[Jon blows out a shaky breath. He doesn't dignify any talk of biting and asses with a response (because basically the answer is yes.)] I don't know what you can do, with your magic. But Gendry has been wounded - and Ghost.
[A raven precedes Jon by several hours, with a note tied around one leg that says simply "save me from this bloody bird, will make it up to you later." The bird is huge, and old, and dirty, and loud, and once let inside he will hop about Stiles' room shrieking for CORN! or quorking about SNOW! and BLOOD! and resisting attempts to throw him out by flapping to safety in the rafters. A nuisance, to be sure.
But Jon does come, eventually, knocking on Stiles' door with Sorry About my Boon pizzas in hand, and a big skin of wine under one arm.]
[Stiles was going to kill Jon. The only thing that made the bird mildly tolerable was Ryia hissing at it and shooing it away from 'her perch'. The two seemed to settle into a staring contest and Stiles read over the note he'd gotten from the monarchs again. Mirror travel, huh? That could come in handy...
And then there's a knock at his door and he's going over to poke his head out. There's the familiar scent of pizza and a puppy-eyed boy looking at him like he should be so grateful for the company.]
You realize if I killed you right now, everyone would be on my side.
[Jon Snow is in a good mood. How weird is that? He's in an actual good mood when he shows up out of nowhere just after the dawn to knock on Stiles' door. Sorry Stiles, hope u didn't want to sleep in or anything.]
[Stiles woke up to a room decorated with weird Christmas stuff. It put a little spring in his step, or, it put less sloth in his slow crawl to the door since someone was knocking at the buttcrack of dawn.
He opened the door, rubbing at his eyes and trying to see through the sleep to who was there.]
[ One of the ruddy hawks of the Southern Greenwood alights on a nearby window, branch or stone, screeching and flapping its wings. It has sharp eyes, like all from the Maechenibryth, but waits patiently to have the small scroll attached to its foot unravelled. It reads in looping Drabbish:
Invitation for Wizard and Conjurer, Stiles Stilinski and Companion to the winter Yule festivities within I Othrann-in-Heneb, fortress of Thranduil Oropherion, Elvenking of the Maechenibryth.
To celebrate the holiday of the native Aelfen clans, all guests are welcome to remain within the mountainhome until from 25th December until early January for music and merriment. Bed and board provided. Please bring this invitation with you and make your way south along the forest river where marchwardens will find your party and act as escorts. To confirm attendance, please attach an appropriate message to the hawk. Alternatively, contact Thranduil via locket.
The hawk, if needed, will await a snack along with the RSVP before flying off. ]
Forgive me for the rather significant delay on this, but there were plenty of things demanding my attention that I needed to deal with.
Lancer alerted me to the fact that you were looking for someone from which to learn defensive wards, so I presumed that unless someone already stepped in, I'd like to make an offer to oversee some of your tutelage.
[Oversee his tutelage? That alone made him want to back away, having thought he'd found a way to avoid having to do the whole school song and dance. But he had asked and it was something he did want to learn. Had to, for that matter. Cothromach needed someone around that was capable of defending it. Otherwise what was he even doing there?]
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JULY 11TH TEXT
Today, I would love to see the solar in which you cast your magic. Might this be arranged? I know the notice is little and the channels are unofficial-- [ she ought to have had sigrid arrange it for her, but sigrid has enough on her mind ] --but I would love to take the opportunity.
ALAYNE STONE.
[ sansa is not alone. but her family is gone -- every last one of them disappeared to the road, and she craves smiles. it was remarkable how much she had come to depend on the renewed ability to smile after years of unhappiness in westeros. ser loras is away. she has already asked for too much of lord renly's patience. so she takes a chance on a magician's workshop. ]
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STILES STILINSKI - SUPER MAGICIAN OF THE UNIVERSE
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it's a word she's taken on like a happy mantle with some court-fellows: sigrid and lucrezia. margaery. she counts lord renly as a friend to her cause, but not a friend of hers. so the word throws her out of kilter. it takes her some time before she responds with a small brief yes of course i will. but then she moves beyond her shock and sticks to the goal at heart -- to be drawn out and distracted from her solitude. to be with someone she could perhaps one day trust -- especially with a force moving against the castle.
sansa isn't used to knocking. a full hour after her original message, she winces as she raps her knuckles gently against stiles's door. upon realizing that the sound was probably too muffled, she knocks a little harder. ]
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pretend it's July 25th
You-- offered your aid, once.
[So really, when you think about it, you brought this on yourself Stiles.]
/closes eyes and pretends...
I did. This is coming back to bite me in the ass, isn't it? Yep, I can feel it. This is an ass-biting call.
bless
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And this made me perk up =) I've been looking forward to Jon tags.
omg bless i love all these threads (but i've been working so late these last couple days :c)
Boo, work. =( These threads make me laugh so hard.
yes omg ps also they should have their man-date at the station after stiles brings the potions
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video > the start of Sansa's sleepcoma!
[This grumpy broadcast is brought by Gendry, who wastes no time with pleasantries.]
YAY BACKDATING!!!
[Smirk. He missed you too, Gendry.]
THE BEST
SO ANGRY
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surprise action can't stop won't stop
Hmm, suspicious.]
OH GOD No--- just kidding. Bring it on.
Finally it cracks open and one suspicious brown eye peers out.]
What?
that's the kind of warm welcome i've come to expect from u friend
It's only because I love you with the burning of all the suns ever
aww bless
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AUGUST 30. EARLY EVENING. TEXT.
I would beg your time and company. Are you free this evening to speak? These lockets will work well enough for our purposes.
Respectfully,
ALAYNE STONE
[ her purposes. her confessions. maybe it will be easier not to tell them face-to-face. ]
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i SHOULD do my actual tags but i feel like i'm going through actual stiles withdrawal so HI
But Jon does come, eventually, knocking on Stiles' door with Sorry About my Boon pizzas in hand, and a big skin of wine under one arm.]
Come at me, bro. Let Stiles give you some luvin'
And then there's a knock at his door and he's going over to poke his head out. There's the familiar scent of pizza and a puppy-eyed boy looking at him like he should be so grateful for the company.]
You realize if I killed you right now, everyone would be on my side.
awww yeah that's what I'm talkin bout
♥
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text; ah sometime who knows
[ they've probably already had this talk, but she feels like mentioning it again. in case he forgot. ]
While he's on his jet carpet w/Gendry?
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action » pretend it's the 15th tbh
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He opened the door, rubbing at his eyes and trying to see through the sleep to who was there.]
'lo?
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3 DAYS LATER SURPRISE I DON'T WANT TO STOP THREADING
I'M TOUCHED IN MY SPESHUL PLACE
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Royal Hawk of the Maechenibryth »
Invitation for Wizard and Conjurer, Stiles Stilinski and Companion to the winter Yule festivities within I Othrann-in-Heneb, fortress of Thranduil Oropherion, Elvenking of the Maechenibryth.
To celebrate the holiday of the native Aelfen clans, all guests are welcome to remain within the mountainhome until from 25th December until early January for music and merriment. Bed and board provided. Please bring this invitation with you and make your way south along the forest river where marchwardens will find your party and act as escorts. To confirm attendance, please attach an appropriate message to the hawk. Alternatively, contact Thranduil via locket.
The hawk, if needed, will await a snack along with the RSVP before flying off. ]
( ooc: the log! )
A few days after Dave arrives!! VIDEO
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you thought you'd seen the last of me BUT I FOUND SOME TIME
... >> Uh oh.
rood i was expecting a warm welcome
Oh, well, in THAT case -- /jumps on and humps
aww yiss everybody goes down in an undignified lump on the floor
who's mouth is that? who cares =D
;) not i, friend
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MARCH 7TH | TEXT
Lancer alerted me to the fact that you were looking for someone from which to learn defensive wards, so I presumed that unless someone already stepped in, I'd like to make an offer to oversee some of your tutelage.
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No one's stepped in. Tutelaging is a go.
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