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

[sponsored]

"OK, who the hell's jogging around in a suit of armor?" Faith rounds the corner, a plain but worn broadsword hefted over her shoulder. Her face is red and shiny with sweat, which she wipes from her forehead with the back of her free hand.

"Seriously, I'm not trying to kill anyone's fun but why the fu-- woah. What's the deal, Little Miss Scissorhands?"

Corridors

[fatherlesskind]

There's a similar clanking coming in the opposite direction, accompanied by a cheerful whistling. Alistair is on his way back from practicing outside, a looming figure in full plate armour with a shield on his back and his own blade at his side, his helm tucked under his arm. He pauses as he comes around the corner and spots the young boy with his armful of weapons, surprise and amusement mingling on his face at the spectacle.

"Let me guess, you couldn't find one you liked? I have that problem all the time." Not really but it's as good an explanation as any. That or the boy is planning to raise an army. A small army. Who happen to like variety in their armaments.

corridors also

[determinedest]

Frisk stops dead in the hall when they first hear the sound, and take great pains to track it back to its source. When they do happen upon it from the back, they peer closer until they recognize the glint of steel bundled in a child's arms.

The Worn Dagger - still buried, they're certain. But if Chara got their hands on these...

They'd better make sure it doesn't come to that.

"Those are some...very, um, knife swords," they say, but their confidence dwindles into nothing before they even make the intended punchline, which pretty much butchers the joke's delivery. Guess Sans is the only one who can really lighten the mood with one of those, huh.

But seriously, what's with the swords.

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[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.

A.

[araneidal]

It's not the clank of the swords, but the light footsteps: not enough weight to be an adult. Natasha looks first, then follows, more interested in the variety of the weaponry than the person carrying them.

'Where are you taking these?'

b (1/2)

[krmvgivv]

"Oh, man!" Dipper stops in his tracks, putting a hand on Mabel's shoulder and turning to look into Arya's room. "That is one heck of a blanket fort. And we know blanket forts." They've made plenty of them over the years.