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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 8:35:27 GMT -5
For the Melee, Robyn was sat with her family, watching Benjen and cheering for him, She was enjoying watching the fight, but it seemed bleeding copiously two days in a row did not agree with her and she was still rather weak from the night of the wedding. She was sat next to her little brother, Hector.
"That could have been you in a couple of years..." She said to the boy, looking at him briefly before turning her attention back to the field.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 8:51:19 GMT -5
Hector frowns. "Soon, I hope," he said. "But not the fighting. Blood...sickens me."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 8:53:41 GMT -5
"Soon you hope to enter the Melee... but not to fight?"Robyn asked and laughed, the action pulling her stitches so she soon stopped. "are you going to Philosophise them into surrendering?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 9:21:15 GMT -5
"No, the wedding," he said, sounding a touch annoyed. "I didn't know you meant the melee." He looks at all the pretty ladies waving banners.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 9:36:14 GMT -5
"Then you must have thought I was being awfully threatening when I said it could have been you in a few years," Robyn replied, getting annoyed as well, usually her brother was very pleasant to her, if he was going to be an ass, she wasn't going to bother.
She turned her attention away from him fully, and watched as Benjen really defied expectation, and won.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 4, 2015 9:56:37 GMT -5
Once he has battered all his opponents into the ground Benjen graciously accepts the winners purse and donates it towards the reconstruction of Eddard's Rest. He then pulls off his helmet and waves to his wife with a grin. He approaches the Iron Born Prince and extends a hand.
"Well fought, Prince Killion," He says.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 4, 2015 10:22:34 GMT -5
Joanna, who'd been sitting next to her brother and King Brynden and his new wife, granted Benjen a smile, thinking she should have gotten like.. half the credit for the win. After the prince began talking to the Greyjoy, she returned to her brother to continue their exceedingly fascinating debate about Arbor vs Dornish wines.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 4, 2015 10:29:10 GMT -5
/// Nick Snow arrives to watch the melee. Melees are always hilarious to watch when you aren't in there getting your ass kicked. Amelia, who sat next to Nicholas, cheered and whooped enthusiastically as Benjen won. Danya, sat nearby, clapped more reservedly. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 11:10:05 GMT -5
Nick seems amused but distracted while watching the melee. His eyes are constantly darting back and forth from the field to a few of the exits. He rises and claps as Benjen wins with the absentminded appearance of someone whose mind is a million places except there.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 11:11:10 GMT -5
"Then you must have thought I was being awfully threatening when I said it could have been you in a few years," Robyn replied, getting annoyed as well, usually her brother was very pleasant to her, if he was going to be an ass, she wasn't going to bother. She turned her attention away from him fully, and watched as Benjen really defied expectation, and won. Hector looks a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Robyn...I just, uh, this girl did...well, something and now I can't find her." |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 11:13:54 GMT -5
"What girl?" She asked "Did what?" she went on asking, Hector should get the first prize in being vague.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 11:15:01 GMT -5
"This thing with her mouth..." he said, reddening. "I don't know her name." He shivers in embarrassment.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 11:16:27 GMT -5
Robyn looks round, shocked that Hector would even be telling her this, but composed herself quickly... for her at least,
"You do not even know her name? Hector, for shame." She said, but her tone was light, "what does she look like?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 11:18:20 GMT -5
"Black hair...uh, your height...really pretty..." He stammers at her shock. "I shouldn't have said anything." He taps his leg nervously.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 11:26:52 GMT -5
"No no," Robyn said and went to pat his shoulder comfortingly, before remembering what it was they had been talking about. She didn't know where he;d been, "and you want to find out who she is?"
Robyn scanned the crowd for... someone with black hair, thinking it would be fruitless, seeing as it wasn't exactly an uncommon colour.
"From up here, looking for someone my height, might be a waste of time... they'll be a head shorter than anyone else anyway." She teased, and added tiny, to her search criteria.
(Observation 50)
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