first ♒ dictated ❝ don't need no roads, in fact they follow me ❞

[upheld]

 [ and then she stumbles, her dagger still clutched in her hand - arms up to the elbows in blood (it's not hers), Oathkeeper at her side. Confused, she looks around at her lack of familiar surroundings. The ruins were gone, Pod was gone. There was a talking book on a des... No... that could not be correct. ]

Where.... hello? [ There's a pause, a sharp intake of breath as she is met only with silence. No kidnappers or outlaws in sight, but she does not drop her guard in case there is someone there, just outside of her sight. ]

Pod? Ser Hyle? 

[ Another beat. ]

I wish to know where it is I am, and why you have brought me here. And also of the boy who was travelling with me. 

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[wagers]

[You know what else is pretty out of the ordinary? Some horned whelp flying around in a flambouyant orange outfit of some sort, complete with shimmering blue wings!

Dare you ask it a question? Or... do you take another approach?]

[upheld]

[Brienne isn't actually quite sure what it is that she is seeing. Something out of a tale she had heard as a girl, not a white walker, but... curiousity outweighs the need to get out of danger just. It hasn't yet attacked... and she cautiously draws closer.]

Hello?

[wagers]

[Is that the sound of someone trying to get her attention? By all means, let her indulge an unfamiliar voice.]

Oh. Hey. [She'll just start staring at your armor... the blood... and grin a wicked little grin.]

What's your deal?

[upheld]

[perhaps she was not expecting an answer, if her reaction - to grip her dagger tighter, and leap back slightly, tense and ready.]

My... deal?

dictated;

[exanimatus]

[hat talking book over there is going to start sounding rather sultry and eloquent and... maybe kind of obnoxious.]

These are good questions. The answers, however, are not easy ones.

dictated;

[upheld]

[oh. It is coming from the book. Or is it. She is convinced that others could be near, but she sees nobody yet.]

That may be so, but I would still wish to hear them.

dictated;

[exanimatus]

Determined. I like that. [it makes his current dress-wearing, fairy-tale chasing predicament a little cheerier.]

Where you are is a place called Paradisa. Cair Paradisa, when specifying the particular castle you probably find yourself in now.

[wintercat]

[And just by chance, a familiar figure is passing by, though there's no sign of recognition on her face.

In fact, the only reasons she stops at all are the use of the title 'ser' (it does seem to be fairly unusual around here) and all that blood.]

Are you injured? [Is the blood yours, in other words]

[upheld]

[it would not be the first time she has been mistaken for a "ser". Her hair is obscuring her face, and the cut high on the side of her face -] I am unhurt, my lady.

[wait. Brienne looks up, eyes widening as she recognizes the woman who the voice belongs to within a moment.

No. It is impossible. She had heard of Lady Stark's death. The woman who she had failed, but she had been a friend. She had been kind to her in the short time she had known her, and she felt a sort of admiration for her.

This... this could not be real. She could not be real.]

You cannot be here. It is not possible.

[wintercat]

[Catelyn studies Brienne's face, searching for something familiar. Something she knows. But nothing comes. Yet there was no mistaking that reaction. It was the same Sansa had had, and Jon Snow before her.

You should be dead. The words are written as plainly on the other woman's face as if she had said them.

Someone she meets later, then? After Ned's death but before her own?]

You have heard of my death. [It's almost disturbing how easily the words come out, how hollow her voice sounds when she says them.] I can explain, but you will think me mad.

[persequor]

[ When confronted with the picture Brienne presents, Arya has but one thing to ask. ]

How did you come by a Valyrian steel sword?

[upheld]

[Brienne still has to cast a quick look at the large bloodied sword at her side before replying.]

It was given to me from someone who had no use for it.

[it is true, ser Jaime had given it to her to fufil her word. She didn't steal it or kill anyone for it, really.]

You recognize the steel?

[persequor]

[ Damn. She gave herself away there. Caught, she nods. ]

I've seen it before. Why would anyone just give it away? [ Valyrian steel is the most useful. ]

[songsandstories]

[She is wandering herself. A stranger in a foreign land, still seeking answers and secrets of this place. The larger woman is a sight and Alayne stops.]

You are in Cair Paradisa. You should see to your injuries.

[upheld]

Cair Paradisa... I have never heard of it before. [there is something familiar about this girl. Perhaps it is only a coincidence - a young girl with auburn hair.] What realm does it belong to?

[songsandstories]

No one knows of our arrival nor of which realm. It is none that any know of. Far beyond the lands of any. [Which made little to no sense, but from what she was understanding of this place, it was not a surprise.]

[squirrelhunter]

Fuck me, another one.

[upheld]

Another... what, if I may?

[squirrelhunter]

Another one talkin' like they've just come from some fuckin' medieval fayre. First there was this Viserys guy, then some chick called Alayne...

[He groans] Paradisa's gone fuckin' crazier...

[broketheworld]

[At this moment he's a little bit saner than he was this morning. Clearly a good day]

You're lost.

[upheld]

I did notice.

[broketheworld]

It's a long way home and the door has been shut.

There's a pool at least.

Action!

[ruined_jaw]

[Jono was just on his way out to the city, guitar strapped across his back, when he comes across the bloody knight. His eyes widen for a moment, before he simply shrugs. When he speaks, there's no actual "sound", more like a "feeling". He's thankful he decided to mask himself today, as the woman before him looks like she probably couldn't handle the sight of a man with a great flame in his chest.]

They're not here, whoever they are. You're in Paradisa, a castle that kidnaps people for it's own amusement. Sorry to say, there's no way home.

Action!

[upheld]

[Brienne frowns, surprised by the sudden presence with the large - was that a sword? - on his back. The man did not say anything, but there was a strange feeling when he came near. And the words that there was no way home.]

If we were brought to be here, how can there not be a way out?

[ruined_jaw]

Paradisa's tricky that way. Gives us a whole castle to call home, surrounds us in trees, and gives us a town to find work in, but doesn't let us go home when we'd like. A paradise by most accounts, until one day you wake up turned into a bleedin' animal, or realize that you can't remember the faces of the people you care about.

[He nods at the blood covering her arms.]

You look like you came from a hell of a fight. Perhaps you'd like to wash up a bit before we continue? I'll tell ya all I can about this place. My name's Jonothan.