02 ❆

[needlebearer]

Who: Arya and OPEN
Where: The corridors of the mansion, then Arya's room
When: March 8
Rating: G, will update if needed
Summary: Arya disposes of too many swords, then chills in her blanket fort
The Story:

a) Corridors

It's far more likely that Arya will be heard before she's seen; a metallic clank echoes down the hallways announcing her presence. She walks slowly, trying not to overbalance, her arms bundled full of swords of all different shapes and sizes. She's clearly struggling with the weight of them but keeps going nonetheless, looking down at them as though irritated with their presence, and looking more than a little daunted with the prospect of having to drag them downstairs, though what she's ultimately going to do with them she's not sure.


b) Arya's Room

She keeps her door open today, proud of her handiwork and wanting to show it off. Her communications device is next to her, discarded in disinterest, and she's sat cross legged in the middle of the pile of blankets, turning over a coin in her hands, almost entranced by it, though she quickly shoves it into her pocket when she hears anyone approach, scared that it might be taken from her when she's only just got it back.

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corridors

[henrydaniel]

Henry's been keeping a look out for Arya since talking to Sansa, but he doesn't want to make it all too obvious. So, he's actually just heading to the gym to practice with his sword and bow. One's in hand and the bow from Robin is across his back. His shoulders are starting to hold the weight a lot easier as he leaves and goes home and ages a little in random bursts of time.

As he rounds a corner, he sees Arya (or at least who he thinks is her based on description) and ever chivalrous, he moves to assist. "Can I help?" he asks first, not wanting to over-step right away.

[needlebearer]

Arya shakes her head, though she does alter her pace to keep up with Henry, intrigued at his own weapons and whether he knew how to use them. "It looks like you've got enough of your own to carry."

[henrydaniel]

“I figured I’d go do some practicing. I haven’t in a couple weeks.” He looks over at her again, shifting the bow on his back. “Where are you going with all of that?” Henry asks curiously.

[needlebearer]

"I'm not sure," she admits. "Just somewhere to put them. I didn't mean to get so many, but none of them were right so I kept pulling more and more out of the wardrobe."

[henrydaniel]

"Are you looking for a specific thing from home?" If she is, that's a whole conversation he's guessing she hasn't had with anyone else yet. But, before he keeps asking questions, he tries to at least be a little friendly.

"My name's Henry, by the way. Henry Mills."

[needlebearer]

"Yes -- I wanted my sword." She's just about accepted now that she's not going to get it, though.

"I'm Arya."

[henrydaniel]

"Nice to meet you," he says with a nod of his head, since she can't shake his hand right now.

"So...I guess no one has told you about the vendors yet? They're out, way past the mansion, but...they could get you your sword. With a catch. The payment is a memory. Something they'll take, and then you won't ever remember it again."

[needlebearer]

Arya looks hopeful for a second, then her face clouds over with distaste. "I don't know if I could do that. Most of my memories aren't nice, but they're mine." She'd spent so long clinging in secret to her identity as a Stark, she was terrified of losing it altogether here. But if it meant she'd get Needle, maybe just one memory would be worth it.

[henrydaniel]

"That's pretty much how I feel. If I really needed something, like life or death, maybe, but..." He trails off, then shrugs a shoulder. "Sometimes there are gifts though, they'll give you a piece of paper you can trade for Christmas like a voucher. You can turn it in for a one time gift from home without having to do the memory thing."

He's really hoping that happens again; it's nice when it does and he can get little pieces of his bedroom back that you just can't replicate with the closet.

"So...are you getting the hang of things here? I mean, I'm assuming you're kind of new, because...all the swords."

[needlebearer]

"I think so." It was easy for her to get used to sleeping in a bed and having hot food whenever she wanted it, which was all that had seemed important to her at first, even if some of the oddities of the mansion were still taking some getting used to. "It's strange being stuck in one place like this, though."

[henrydaniel]

"Yeah, that part definitely sucks. But it's also kind of like where I'm from. I mean, magic, and stuff. Does your world have anything like that?" he asks casually. "I never left my home town for eleven years."

[needlebearer]

"A lot of people say there used to be magic, but it went away. Maybe it's still north of the Wall, or beyond the Narrow Sea." She was certain that what she'd seen Thoros of Myr do was magic rather than the work of any god, but she still had too many conflicting feelings over it to share it now. "I didn't leave my home until I was eleven, too. Now I just wish I could go back."

[henrydaniel]

"Me too," Henry. "But it kind of seems like even when I do go back, something happens and I have to leave again. When magic is used all the time nothing's ever really quiet for very long. Six weeks, I think, is the longest we've ever gone without something happening. Usually it's less time than that, though."

Looking at all of her swords again, he has an idea. "I think we could take those to the gym, and people could use them if you really don't want to keep any of them."

[needlebearer]

Arya frowns a little, but nods agreement. "All right, but I don't know why Jim or anyone else would need so many." If it means she gets rid of them, though, so much the better.

[henrydaniel]

"Who's Jim?" Henry asks, blinking in confusion. But then it clicks and he realizes. "Ohhh, wait. Okay, so Jim is a name, but there's also a place called 'the gym.' And it's spelled g-y-m. It's where people can go to exercise or practice different weapons. So, the swords might help people who want to learn or keep up their skills."

[needlebearer]

"Oh." She looks away, feeling a little embarrassed - there's a lot of words and phrases that seem commonly understood by most of the others here, but that are completely foreign to her. She thinks she should start keeping a list. "A sparring ground, then. Yes, that's a good idea."

[henrydaniel]

"Hey, no big deal. Most of my family is from a world that I'm guessing is more like yours. But I was born in a more modern world, with all the lights and communicating devices and stuff."

Teaching Robin and Killian things is pretty much the highlight of his life.

"I can always help with stuff if you want. I know both worlds." And maybe it would hopefully gain him a friend.

[needlebearer]

"All right," Arya agrees immediately, glad for the help, then realises she sounds a little too eager and wishes she'd played it cool instead. "As long as you don't laugh at me for not knowing things like the gym."

[henrydaniel]

"Don't worry. I know what it's like to feel kind of lost in a new world. I like helping," he says with a smile and a shrug. Plus, if you ever do get a sword you at least want to practice with, maybe we can practice together."

[needlebearer]

"You can take one of these ones, if you like." She rattles the swords in her arms a little. "If you don't mind being beat by a girl."

[henrydaniel]

That actually makes him grin. "I definitely like trying to win and then being beat by a girl who's really good at this," he says, not at all backing down, but also not bothered by anyone at all being better at this than he is, even a girl. There are some pretty awesome ladies in his family who can do a lot of damage with swords, after all.

[needlebearer]

That's actually a really fair response, and Arya has to give him credit for it. She grins in return, thinking she very much likes this kid. "I don't mind losing if it's like that, either."