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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 16:04:20 GMT -5
Martyn pretends to not be listening, and Nina dismisses him with a gesture. He heads out to guard the main entrance. "I'm...sad, Benjen Stark." Her eyes are bright with unfallen tears.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 16:07:55 GMT -5
"I... I'm sorry," Benjen said, feeling slight discomfort. "I don't really know what to say."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 16:13:17 GMT -5
"It's...well, I mean, partially your fault, of course, but it's not a bad thing. I just...I thought maybe I was that lucky princess who the prince saved and then...well, had a happy ending and all. I...wanted to give you my body and my life a few nights ago." A sniffle creeps out despite her best efforts. "I...just wanted some good to come out of such a horrible nightmare."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 16:24:42 GMT -5
"I am sorry that it could not be so, Nina," Benjen said, almost moving to hug the girl. "But the world is no fairy tale..." He sighed. Had he made the wrong choice?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 16:26:53 GMT -5
"Maybe it can be every now and again. The monsters are real enough, anyway. Maybe the hope should be too." For just a second, and maybe it is just from the events that have occurred, it sounds like something another woman may have said to Benjen not so long ago. "But, why are you here?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 16:35:05 GMT -5
"I came here to speak with Martyn actually," Benjen said, not wishing to let his emotions be questioned too much, lest he come to realize he made the wrong choice. "To speak about... the man that tried to come after you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 16:42:33 GMT -5
"Cassadar. I'm the only one who saw him, I think," she says, "unless someone else did outside here." She shivers.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 16:43:38 GMT -5
"Did you see his face? Or did Martyn?" Benjen asked. "Would either of your recognize him again?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 16:49:40 GMT -5
She starts to shrink up into a ball now, unconsciously. "Martyn only saw his disguise. I saw his face. He's...not going to let me live." she sounds terrified the first two sentences, but in the third, she seems more resigned to the fact. "No one can stop him, I don't think. Except maybe you."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 16:51:11 GMT -5
Benjen couldn't help but give the girl a hug. "You will be safe, Nina; your mother would do anything to protect you and I will do my best to find him. Now, if I sent an artist to you would you be able to describe Cassadar's face to them so they could draw him?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 17:00:15 GMT -5
"Not...not really. He just looks like a person. Like...you, or my father, or my brother...I just...remember him, somehow." She shivers in his hug. "Mother can't stop him. Neither can Markus Dayne, or cousin Andros, or....any of them." She let out her breath. "You know that."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 17:04:25 GMT -5
"What hair colour did he have? And his eyes? What was the shape of his nose and mouth like?" Benjen paused. "I'm sorry... we will do all we can to keep you safe, Nina." He hugged her tighter.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 17:06:41 GMT -5
"Brown, brown...all brown. He looked like...well, actually..." she looks at him nervously, "a Stark."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 17:14:08 GMT -5
"A Stark?" Benjen asked, looking at Nina with a worried expression. "I will have to have a dig around in the family histories."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 17:16:27 GMT -5
"I mean, of course he can't be a Stark! You are all so noble and brave, and he's so..." She shivers again. "I just can't talk about him with anyone else. Only you saw what he's capable of, even to a little degree."
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