entrancelogs | 01 ❆

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01 ❆

Who: Arya and YOU
Where: Around Gravity Falls
When: February 8-9th
Rating: G, though will update if this changes
Summary: Arya realises she's not in Westeros any more
The Story:

a) Forest
One minute she'd been on horseback, clinging to Sandor Clegane to stay mounted as they plodded toward the Eyrie. The next she found herself quite alone, in the middle of thick woodland. To say Arya was confused was an understatement, but she'd put that to one side for now as the relief and wariness of being on her own warred in her - she wasn't exactly sorry to be away from the Hound, but she couldn't be sure what was lurking in the trees. As if on cue a twig snaps loudly a little way away, and Arya missed having Needle at her side more than ever.

She makes her way over cautiously, expecting at worst a gang of raiders and at best a small animal she can kill and eat, and is bewildered instead to find a blond teen with the whitest teeth she's ever seen, frolicking about the forest floor like an oversized rabbit. She stares for a long moment, unsure if she's hallucinating, but then the boy locks eyes with her and gives a relaxed, friendly smile before calling to what Arya can only assume are the other members of his pack.

Soon Arya's storming through the trees at quite a speed, looking thoroughly irritated and casting looks over her shoulder to the boy band that's singing and clicking and bopping in time.

"I said stop following me!"

b) Gift Shop
When she comes across the oversized Mystery Shack, Arya darts inside and slams the door behind her, leaning back against the wall while she tries to get her breath back. As she does so, she glances around and takes in the assortment of oddities on display. A jar of eyes stare unblinkingly at her, and it takes her a moment to break her gaze from them, feeling a little unnerved. When she turns away she distracts herself with some of the other curios, turning over plastic tchotchkes in her hands, giggling as she pokes at a bobblehead and watches it wiggle about, staring in confusion at a fish nailed to the wall dressed in bright, odd clothes.

When she hears footsteps she jumps, throwing everything back on the shelf quickly, afraid she'll be accused of trying to steal them.

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Bran is dead! [She finds herself shouting, the anger hot and white inside her. She can't understand why Sansa would say these things except to be cruel to her. She'd spent enough time amongst Lannisters for it to rub off, she reflects bitterly.] Theon Greyjoy killed him when he sacked Winterfell. He can't just come and go here, any more than father or mother can.

He's not dead! I thought the same but he was taller than I have ever seen him and his voice has changed. Whatever Theon Greyjoy said was a lie, he's a liar. Bran and Rickon are safe.

[ it's more than she can say for robb. ]

and he may yet come here again.

[Arya falters, not expecting Sansa to have an answer that made sense. She's half inclined to believe her. She wants to believe her, wants desperately for her brothers to still be alive. There's just so much about this place - wherever it is - that she doesn't understand. She needs even to take her sister's word as suspect until she knows more. And she has to admit, she feels a little resentful that Sansa so clearly has the upper hand here.

She's overwhelmed with relief at the prospect that Bran and Rickon might still live, but tries her best to conceal it, feeling unsure of what to say.]

Why did he go back? Why did he leave you here?

He had no choice, they simply choose to send us back. You did not want to come here and yet you are here. Bran - I know Bran never wished to leave but he had to, they made him, I'm certain of it.

[ though who 'they' are, even she isn't sure ]

the ways of this realm are odd and none understands them.

[ it is a half truth. she cannot tell her of alayne stone, cannot tell her yet that she had to lie. ]

How long have you been here?

[She doesn't finish the question completely, her thoughts turning to how long Sansa must have been here alone, with Bran sent away and no one else to protect her. She knew it was far better than the protection she'd been under in King's Landing, but she also didn't think Sansa would survive well completely on her own.]

More than a dozen moon cycles already.

[ nearly two years as it happens and the thought is odd. it's been a long time since she had seen any sign of home. arya is a welcome one, one of the only ones sansa is truly happy to see. even after so long, she still fears the day the queen and her men might come here to seek her head ]

Some people have stayed here for much longer, however.

[Arya frowns as she realises just how long that was, though the time may mean nothing when compared to the length of months in Westeros. Finally she actually manages a small smile, teasing for the first time rather than just being guarded and defensive.]

You're even older than me now, then.

[ she smiles a little, too and it feels odd. it's been a long time since she had smiled. but arya is here - arya - ]

some say time works differently in Wonderland. I have not seen many people celebrate their name days here, though there was a wedding, once.

[ and then, another smile ]

the land itself is magic. there are wardrobes in the room, they give you everything you could possibly want. You could ask for any sort of food and it shall appear there or anything else.

[That seems like rather a wasted use of magic so far as Arya's concerned, but she's excited by the idea nevertheless, especially after knowing what true hunger felt like. The light in her eyes dims somewhat though, as she realises there are very obvious catches to that power.]

You could ask for anything, but not anybody.

No, not anybody. Wonderland decides on its own who shall arrive and who shall leave.

[ but if could ask, would that not be wonderful? to ask for bran and rickon again and arya and queen daenerys and - ]

I swear, I'm not lying.

[Arya's face falls a little, though she'd already suspected as much to be true, and her longing for Jon and Gendry to be here with her only grows.]

I know. You've got no reason to. [And whatever else she'd thought about Sansa, she wasn't a liar, even if she'd clung to the false truths of others.]

[Her attention turns to the wolf at Sansa's feet and she frowns again.] Are there Direwolves here too?

Just this one, I named her Lyanne. There are vendors offering their goods not far from here. The closets offer many items but the vendors have - it must be magic, they can offer any and all from your world but the price is high. They require a memory but you may not choose which one. One day at winter, they gave us a gift, one request given without cost.

[ she reaches a hand to the direwolf ]

I asked for a direwolf companion and was given this one. Her name is Lyanne, after our Lady Aunt.

I wouldn't have had one if I couldn't have Nymeria. [Her tone is bitter and accusing, even though she knows that Lady is dead she didn't like how easily Sansa could turn her affection to another wolf.]

Nymeria is still alive and mayhaps she too will find herself here.

[ But not Lady, never Lady and Sansa wishes she could explain what brought her to do such a thing as ask for a new wolf, the odd loneliness, the fear there is none who could protect her. hannibal's nature and mr. gold's advice and. ]

I hope she will.

[Arya just shrugs, thinking it very unlikely. She pointedly looks away from the wolf.]

I would have thought you'd ask for a lion.

[She's aware of how petulant she sounds, how her words might hurt Sansa, but right now she doesn't care.]

I have had my share of lions.

[ she does not defend herself, does not take it as an insult. arya is right, has always been. sansa had been as stupid as she claimed her to be and her stupidity had a dear price she had to pay ]

The Pride of lions says I killed one of theirs.

[ carefully. has word reached arya of what sansa is accused of doing? does she know? ]

[She scoffs at the idea, finding it fairly ridiculous. Something must have happened, something bad, but surely they only wanted to use Sansa as an easy person to blame.]

You wouldn't kill a fly, let alone a lion.

[Then she realises the full weight of her words and fills with dread. Enough of the Lannisters were on her list, if she lost even one of them--]

...Who?

You were right, however. He is not a lion, not truly.

[ she looks down at her hands. despite it all, she dreads thinking of the day he died. lady margaery's beautiful dress, the queen's terrible gaze, petyr and - ]

Joffrey is dead.

[Arya's face falls, disappointment burning within her. She knows she's being selfish, knows she should be relieved that Joffrey can't hurt them any more, but the thought of bringing him justice herself has been all that's kept her going.]

He can't be dead. He can't be.

He was poisoned at his wedding feast.

[ she can barely think of it now, the smell of food and margaery's gown and joffrey choking on the floor. ]

The Queen named me his murderer.

[ her and tyrion but she cannot bring herself to speak of him, cannot bear to think arya will know the nature of their connection. ]

Poison. He deserved worse than that.

[She can't help but scoff at the choice of weapon. She'd use it if she had to, if those she needed to kill would get away otherwise, but never if there was another choice. She needed to look them in the eye and understand just why their life was forfeit, she couldn't do that if she was sneaking around sprinkling poison on their meat.

She stares at her sister very intently now, at her mention of the Queen's suspicion. If Sansa were to kill someone, poison would be the obvious choice, requiring no brute force or accuracy, just the gentle hand of a woman to administer it.]

...Did you do it?

I thought of flinging him down from the walls.

[ far before anyone ever thought of poison. it feels strange to admit to such, it sends a tremor of fear through her but joffrey is dead, the queen's men far away. it is only her and arya and sansa shall not spoil it again with lies. ]

I did not. I had no manner to achieve poison, I had no manner to achieve anything. he -

[ she wrings her hands together ]

when he called me out of my chambers it was only for torment and beatings.

[Even hearing the brutalities she's suffered, even knowing that Sansa's even more glad of Joffrey's death than Arya is herself, there's still a small part of her that wants to say I told you so. She forces herself to resist the impulse, her fists clenching and mouth thinning into a tight line as she realises the treatment her sister received in King's Landing, where Arya had assumed it had all been tea and lemon cakes with the Queen for her.]

I wanted to be the one to do it.

I know who did.

[ it's a brave thing to say, she barely believes it, that she dares to. she would tell no one else but arya. arya was her only kin here and she thinks she is deserving of this. of knowing who was the man who killed the boy who has taken their father's head.

she comes closer, ever closer, so that none else shall hear if there is anyone listening ]

Petyr. Littlefinger. He had him poisoned, he has taken me out of King's Landing, I - was to be his baseborn girl. He knew the Queen will have my head if I stay. She thought I murdered Joffrey, she knew I hated him.

Littlefinger? [She's confused, and doesn't even try to hide the disappointment in her voice.] That doesn't make sense -- wasn't he on the Small Council? [Then the rest of what Sansa's telling her registers and she looks at her with some concern.] Where did you go? Were you all right?

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