o1 // voice

[greenstark]

[The voice feed starts with a half a minute of silence, almost as if some accident has caused it to be turned on. And then--a quiet sound, almost like a dog's yip, but with a rougher edge. Another yip, coaxing, and finally, something more human, a breath--]There’s a tale of a scrying glass that was used to talk across leagues and oceans, but it was

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( action! )( sansa > jon snow > bran )

[practiced]

[ Sansa is seated at the fire's edge, fashioning a cloak for Arya from fabric fortuitously acquired in trade. There are no furs available amongst the wagons but with Ghost and Grey Wind attending to them now, she has no doubt they would be easy enough to acquire. Skinning the beats and salvaging their pelts, however, was something Sansa was loathe to think about and so simply imagined one of her brothers taking up the task in her stead. Beside her, her half-brother sits and remains quiet. They are unaccustomed to one another's company and conversation comes in fits and starts, though it does not bother Sansa

( action! )

[wolfinthesnow]

[It takes Jon a moment - brief and unhappy, his ears turning to the cuff before he turns to Sansa, who has touched him so suddenly. His eyes flicker to look at her, wide. Her word is not for him and it does not bother her.]

Bran.

[He can't help but be unsure - wights don't speak, it cannot be that, but it still cannot be natural, their brother is dead, but what if-

-there cannot be hope, can there? Jon stands, turning a circle, pulling Sansa with him. If it is true, if this is hope, then she is safe, but if not, if this is something darker on the road in this strange land, he cannot risk it.]

Ghost?

[The direwolf perks up and sniffs the air and goes to see]

Do you wish to come along with us?

[He asks it of Sansa, because she is the one who ought to decide.]

( action! )

[practiced]

[ Sansa does not wish to be alone. She has spent far too long in the Red Keep alone already and now that she has Arya and her brothers with her - only two remain, she reminds herself, the rest are lost, remember - she has no intention of being alone again. There are somethings in which she could be resilient but this sort of magic, one that wears her brother's face, cannot be staved off with courtesy alone. Prim is not cold and Sansa is one but not the other; her heart is not made of stone and though she is fearful, she hopes as well.

She swallows down her fear and her hope, both. None would help Jon Snow now, only the semblance of courage she is able to muster as she nods, her chin ducked low. ]

Go, and I will follow, but be wary. Please.

( action! )

[wolfinthesnow]

I'll use caution.

[It is a sword that is drawn now, because there is nothing like being prepared, and a torch that is lit from the fire. Ghost pushes his nose up into the back of the wheelhouse, and clambers up, and Jon turns to see if it is truly his brother, to question what magic could bring this, if this is hope or horror. All the while he is aware of Sansa, close at his back.]

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[danceswithwater]

[Unlike her (some may say) more sensible siblings, Arya tended to never be too close to the wagons. With the fear of simply losing them by wandering too far gone due to magics, she hardly saw much need for it. When she wished to wander off, she did so. And a night of sewing and watching sewing was not on her list of entertaining evenings. So when Bran's- what sounded like Bran's- voice suddenly crackled from her wrist, rather than look up from the fire by the wagons, she nearly fell out of the tree limb she'd been balancing bare foot on. She swiftly swung a leg over to sit on it before she replied.

No.]

Who are you?

[Bran was dead. The magics had finally turned against them to taunt rather than help. Ans Sansa...no, Jon and Robb were there. They'd stop her from doing anything stupid with this changeling.]

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[greenstark]

[This is a voice that he knows, this is Arya, and hearing her is like having the wind knocked out of him. A little older, maybe, fiercer, but Bran knows her voice.

He swallows. Unless this is a dream. Only a dream could be this sweet. He brings the enchanted bracelet closer, as if it can bring her closer, or prove something.]

Arya?

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[danceswithwater]

I know who I am.

[She bit her lip hard once she'd said it. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair to do this. Death was a cruel thing, but to then parade the voices of the dead before them was too much. If it were possibly for Bran to be here, she'd be shamed by this kind of a reaction, but she knew the truth of it- they all did. She only had two brothers.]

Now tell me who you are. Who you really are. Don't think I'm that stupid.

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[greenstark]

[She couldn't have forgotten him, not even if she was older. Was there a magic that made people to forget? But she wouldn't. Not even if there was a magic that tried to make her. Or else it was a dream--Arya might not know if if it was a dream--or perhaps it was a different Arya, an Arya that he didn't know?]

Arya, it's me. It's Bran. Your brother, Bran. You know who I am, too.

voice for now

[greenstark]

[That's startling. A face, just as the scrying glass had held faces. Bran stares--a stranger.]

Hello. [Those that want to hurt you don't begin with hello, unless it's a trick, so he's yet wary. But there's curiosity as well.] Is it magic, that makes it work?

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[greenstark]

Remus. [He repeats the foreign name, mostly to himself.]

What is this place?

[cowboy_newsie]

You can see text too, if Remus didn't mention that. You okay, kid?

[greenstark]

Yes.

[So much of this is yet foreign, and it could be a danger. But curiosity wins out, at least for now.]

How do you write on a bracelet?

[cowboy_newsie]

Dunno yet, but I hear it can be done. Got a name?

[greenstark]

[He hesitates again.]

What are you called?

video

[yousaidblue]

S'called a video-watch. Guess that might be the easiest name for it. Or just a communicator. Never heard of a scrying glass that can be used across oceans, though.

[What was it, like a magic mirror or something?] Can't say I've heard of anyone called Hodor here either, though.

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[greenstark]

[Now that he knows a bit more, replying this way--portraits, that move--seems safer. Still, Bran is a bit hesitant.]

He isn't here, but I thought he might be. And the scrying glass is only a story, it can't be used at all. It's not real.

I've never heard of a video-watch.

video | wow I must be tired, I am so sorry for that word-repeat fail ndfsjk /embarrassed

[yousaidblue]

No, I suppose you wouldn't have. [Judging by the dialect and general lack of techno-knowledge...]

S'alright though, not everyone has. Just make sure you keep it on you. It'll keep you in touch with anyone else who's here. [And then a smile.]

I'm Rose.

video | don't even worry about it, I'm so tired I didn't notice until you said something sdhfer

[greenstark]

[He considers her smile uncertainly, but it's difficult not to respond in kind. There are those who look fair but are foul, to be sure--]

I'm Bran. Are there many here?