paradisa

[Jon had heard a little while ago that Ted had gone home. He'd been so busy dealing with the arrival of so many members of his family that he's hardly had time to process it. Though he hadn't known him long, he and Ted had shared a bond. They'd made a vow to go down fighting, to resist the castle and do everything they could to protect the people they cared for. With so much of his family in the castle now, and with people like Jaime Lannister and Viserys Targaryen sharing space with them, it felt more important than ever that Jon step up his training. Today finds him out on the grounds, a man-shaped target planted in the ground, and an archery target some distance away, as Jon seeks to strengthen his two notable combat skills. Anyone out on the grounds today will find Jon hacking away at his straw dummy with a wooden practice sword, only to switch gears every once in a while, to shoot at the target he's pinned up while his heart rate is still up.]

[Filtered to those with extensive knowledge of archery, and those with the best interests of the castle and it's people in mind.]

Though I am a Ranger, I must admit that my skill with a bow and arrow isn't at it's absolute best. I'm wondering if those of you who specialize might help me improve my skill with a bow? We could work out some system of payment, if necessary, otherwise I'll just owe you a debt for helping me.

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direwolfbastard

[Jon's noticed something about his dreams lately. He's been dreaming about running around the grounds, sniffing out every strange thing he can, and meeting people he's never seen before. He remembers Orell and his eagle, and all the other stories of skinchangers he'd heard while beyond the Wall, so it doesn't take him long to connect the dots. Trouble is, he doesn't know anything beyond the stories, so if it's a skill he can learn, he has no idea how he might develop it further. Today finds him up on the roof, Ghost at his side, and his journal open beside him.]

( Filtered to those who have met a large white wolf in the past few weeks (Twilight Sparkle, James Potter, Zouichi, Ari, Jacob Black) )

( Filtered to Arya Stark )

[With those filters done, he's just going to lean back, relishing the quiet up on the roof. The only sound will be the breathing of a very large, and for some, very familiar wolf.]

direwolfbastard

[Sniff. Sniiiiiiiiff. Sniffsniffsniff. He can smell the grass, the earthy smell of the trees, the smell of the water, but he can't find them. Every corner turned just leads to more not-grass under his feet, more not-trees surrounding him on all sides. He's got to get out. He hates to leave the Jon-human behind asleep, but he can feel him inside, dreaming a wolf dream. Those out and about this late at night will notice a very, very large white wolf silently walking the halls, looking for a way out to the grounds. He's in a pretty good mood, but he's also a wolf the size of a small pony. Approach at your own risk!]

((OOC: Those psychically gifted might notice the presence of a human mind passively experiencing everything Ghost is. Feel free to bump into him in the halls, the lobby, or out on the grounds!))

direwolfbastard

[After speaking as he did to Alleria, Sylvanas, and Ino, Jon is more convinced than ever that his duty to the castle is the same as his duty to the Night's Watch and the Wall. Tonight finds Jon standing up on the roof, looking down over the town, and all the lands surrounding the castle. He gets a look at the giant tree off in the distance, and is reminded of the oath he took when he joined the watch. He gets to his knees, thinking to make his dedication to the castle official, his journal open nearby, as was his habit.]

Hear my words, and bear witness to my vow....

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, and father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

[He'll just be hanging out on the roof, looking vigilant. Feel free to bother him either over the journal, or feel free to sneak up on him in person!]

direwolfbastard

[So, though far from comfortable with his surroundings, Jon is starting to get used to being in the castle. Ghost, on the other hand, is getting stir crazy, not having anything to hunt.]

Can anyone tell me why there are no animals of any sort around the castle? Every time I've stepped outside, Ghost has gone off into the woods looking for prey, and I've yet to see him come back with anything. He's never gone this long without hunting, such that I've had to resort to feeding him from the castle's stores.

I'm also wondering about the seasons here. Do they always change this quickly?

[In an attempt to get Ghost some exercise, Jon is walking outside, with Ghost chasing after every tiny bit of movement he sees among the trees. Obviously, this calls for some in-person bothering, though Jon has his journal with him, waiting for responses to his questions.]

direwolfbastard

[The first thing you're like to hear is what sounds like a dog yawning, then standing up on a bed and walking somewhere on a bed. What follows is a stifled human yawn, followed by a rustling of sheets.]

Ugh...Ghost, why didn't you wake me sooner? I've got to meet with King Stannis again...

[Just as soon as he says that, however, Jon knows something's off. He's not in his quarters, nor did he fall asleep over his maps and parchment again. Instead, he's in a richly appointed room (by his own standards) fully clothed, with Ghost looking at him as though he's crazy. Not noticing the open journal, he slides out of bed, and strides toward the door, looking to find out just what's going on.]

Ghost, come.

[His door opens, and just like that, the boy Commander and the direwolf are roaming Paradisa's halls. Approach?]

lord_snow

[Jon Snow went to the kitchen with Catelyn Stark to get something to eat. No, not because they are magically friends, or because she finally accepted him as a son. They went together because they had to. As in, their hands are cuffed together.

At least the castle had had the decency to make the chain long, but they were still forced to be in the same room. After being kidnapped by a castle, attacked by a demon, and smooched by another demon, Jon truly hated the castle. And this just made him loathe it all the more.
He is in the kitchen, rummaging around in that frozen box. He turns from it quickly with food in hand, pulling the chain.

Catelyn makes a little irritated sound as her hand is yanked toward him. Really, this was unacceptable. Winterfell was not large enough for her to comfortably bear his presence. And now it was so much worse- his face now a constant reminder of the husband she had lost as well as old wounds.]

Mind yourself.

[Her tone had started out as merely icy, but the longer they were stuck together, the more open hostility crept into it.

Jon looks up in surprise. He glances down at the chain, realizing his mistake. He mumbles the following response.]

Forgive me, Lady Stark.

[He walks over to the table, setting down a plate of food on the table and two empty plates beside it. He takes a plate, glancing up at her to see if she’ll join him.

Catelyn hesitates. She still doesn’t want to be friendly with him. But a few simple gestures on her part will make this more bearable for the both of them. She sits at the place he has set, looking for all the world like she’s swallowed something distasteful.]

[ooc: Loss start! Catelyn Stark is green and Jon Snow is blue. Open! Please bother them and listen to awkward silences!]

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Entries tagged with jon snow

Sixth Oath // I am the sword in the darkness.

Fifth Oath // I shall live and die at my post

Fourth Oath // I shall wear no crowns and win no glory [Backdated to last night]

Third Oath // I shall take no wives, hold no lands, father no children

Second Oath // It shall not end until my death...

First Oath // Night gathers, and now my Watch begins...

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