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?]

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.

[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]

[persequor]

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

How did you come by a Valyrian steel sword?

[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.

[squirrelhunter]

Fuck me, another one.

[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?

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.

[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]

[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.

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]

[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.

[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. ]

[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?

[upheld]

Another... what, if I may?

[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?

[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...

[wagers]

[She cannot help but chuckle a little, wings flapping as her feet reach the ground, looking up at the rather tall human before her.

Why was she acting so jumpy? Seriously! What was her deal?]

Uh-- oh, okay! What have you been up to? You look like you've been pretty busy!

[And sharp teeth cannot help but be bared as the question on her mind reaches her lips.]

Did you kill someone?

[broketheworld]

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

You're lost.

[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.]

[upheld]

I did notice.

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.

[upheld]

I was defending myself. [Truth, those men were going to kill her, or worse if she had not done what she had done. Even now she is far from at ease.

It's blunt, but the question is out before she can stop it.]

What are you?

dictated;

[upheld]

Cair Paradisa... I have never heard of it before. And I do not remember coming here, either.