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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 20, 2015 15:39:06 GMT -5
Rooms of Nick Snow at Eddard's Rest
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 20, 2015 15:39:16 GMT -5
Robyn came looking for her brother the morning after the first night of feasting.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 20, 2015 16:06:03 GMT -5
Nick does not look like he's stopped feasting. With wine. Since the night prior. He's laying on his small bed with his left arm hanging off it, clutching a bottle of what can only be assumed is straight liquor.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 20, 2015 16:31:13 GMT -5
Robyn grabbed the bottle from it, and smelt it. It smelt strong. She took a large gulp of it, before hitting Nick on the arm.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 20, 2015 17:01:24 GMT -5
The stuff tastes like death bottled and corked. Nick looks over. "Hey! I drinking that was!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 20, 2015 17:16:02 GMT -5
"and now I am" Robyn said, wrinkling her nose at it, "it is a funny old world isn't it, the drunks fall to let to soon to be drunk again rise. Poetic really"
She sat down on the side of his bed, "Do you have any plans for the next couple of weeks?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 20, 2015 17:45:44 GMT -5
"Plans? I can't even stand," he said. "I did not have a good night."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 20, 2015 17:54:10 GMT -5
"I do not mean today" she said, rolling her eyes, "I mean after these.. two days of feasting."
She looked at him then and frowned, "Why was it so bad?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 20, 2015 17:59:51 GMT -5
"Sister dear, I am drunk and my lover is off to marry another man. A bandit." He chuckles. "How appropriate, really. Didn't think of that."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 20, 2015 18:14:40 GMT -5
"Wallow then." What was it with this family and trying to kid themselves out of reality, Throwing feasts, drinking to stupidity, it was like one last blow out before the whole place combusted. She supposed she should feel sorry for him, but it was hard to look past herself. Robyn had never had a proper relationship with Fillmore, but he was the only person she'd really met that she could have seen herself being happy with, had wanted to be happy with. Ellaria was still alive, they had enjoyed one another, at least, It was hard to feel sorry for him. "You want to keep, her, fight for her, don't just sit here like a useless mess, Nick."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 20, 2015 19:55:05 GMT -5
"She's already gone," he said. "Kissed me goodbye, said she loved me, but she...pays her debts." He chuckled. "Like a Lannishhhter. They pay debts." He sits up and shakes his head to get some coherence. "When do I get mine..." he brushes his hair back and looks at Robyn. "Did you have a plan?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 1:02:49 GMT -5
Robyn thought Ellaria must be a very silly girl.
She moved to stand in front of Nick, knelt down and gave him a brief hug.
"I am sorry you are hurting, brother, this life is not fair" she said to him, wondering what he meant by when he got his, debts repaid or debts called in, but did not ask, "I am going to the Eyrie, to see if I can help lift the siege there. Few more men, every little helps, it involves subterfuge and sneaking, though you might like to come," she sounded less sure now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 21, 2015 5:48:47 GMT -5
"Eyrie?" NIck nodded. "We can do the Eyrie. It's pregnant. Pregnantable. Impreg...whatever." He nodded. "You should be in love. It's good. Until it is gone. Then...it's really bad." He blinked. "This is how she felt..." he breathes in and out. "Let's get your brother his castle back."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 6:58:36 GMT -5
"You're not exactly selling it to me," Robyn replied honestly, " are you going to at least spend half of the time there sober?"
She assumed the she was Joanna. "This can take your mind off your crushing heartache, at least."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 21, 2015 7:03:37 GMT -5
"Yea," he agreed. "When do we leave? I'll be super sober. It is a long ride right?"
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