❈ | 007 | Voice/Video

Oct. 26th, 2011 07:00 pm
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (About to tear every hair from your head.)
I'm not scared. [This is a lie. She's freaking out a little - but she is pretty convincing. To those who aren't trained to see lies, anyway.] Stupid liars who laugh like idiots don't scare me.

[There's the sound of the communicator being palmed - that annoying shuffling sound that only wind and handling seem to make. Arya's voice sounds distant for a moment, like she dropped the device to her side.]

Who--Hey!

[And then there are sounds of a scuffle - and possibly a snarl. Or a howl, who really knows - and the clatter of the communicator being dropped. The video clicks on and everything's black for a moment before Arya rolls off it. The camera's at a bad angle, but she's crouched, and something silver flashes as her arm lashes out - a dagger, though it's barely seen - and then all there is to see is part of the wall and ceiling.]
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❈ | 005 | Voice

Oct. 7th, 2011 09:27 am
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (what is baseball)
[None of this was supposed to be broadcasted. It sounds distant, because Arya doesn't have her communicator on her; it's a little staticy, too, which is why she doesn't have the communicator on her. Magic talk boxes are not supposed to go staticy.]

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Ser Gregor. [There's a sharp thwip, like something solid being swung through the air.

Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Dunsen. [Two this time, and a crack as it hits something solid.]

Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Raff the Sweetling. [Whatever she his is now being knocked right over; there's scrabbling, another slash, and some of the calmness has gone out of her voice with the next line.]

The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei. [Several cuts through the air; she isn't panicking, she's getting angry. Another something solid clatters over; this one breaks. You can hear all its pieces go skittering everywhere.

Then there's just silence, for a long, long moment. Her breathing is hard, at first, but slows and quiets, and she's completely clam by the end.]

Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.


((OOC: I know I have a bucket load of tags, I haven't forgotten them! But I am driving for six hours to DC today and I wanted to get this up before I forgot about it. xp I'll try to tag what I can before I have to, but then it'll be hit and miss till Tuesday. <3!))
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When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...But it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.
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