[Clearly, the best way to introduce a recently-dead and still shell-shocked imPort to this brand new world he’s found himself in is to drag him right into a date, straight off the bat. Robb privately doubts that this Love Match thing, whatever it is, is telling the truth about how compatible he is with anyone (he’s got private doubts anything is real), but a free lunch is a free lunch, and he’s exhausted enough to sigh and ask how he’s to use the coupon.
Listen, indoor plumbing is a novelty to him, all right, leave off.
Anyway: after the explanation he gets about the coupon, the organizer drags over another random imPort, while speaking so fast about the invention that Robb mostly tunes it out, staring off into the distance like he’s not all here. As soon as the organizer’s gone, the results have been printed and the other imPort has been seated, he finally looks over at them and just smiles a wan, tired, apologetic smile.]
To tell you the truth, I—wasn’t listening to most of what she said. Were you?
[maurtia falls]
[Well. Robb had been fairly certain up until this point that he was probably dreaming while bleeding out on the Twins’ stone floor, but now that he’s facing down a—a blob of some kind? He’s reconsidering that position.
It’s not hard to figure out that it’s nigh impossible to arrest the slow march of the goo by himself with just a longsword, so Robb focuses on getting people out of danger: he’s seen it swallowing cars and trees and pets whole, he’s not going to count on it being merciful enough to stop before a person. However, the path he’d been planning to take this time has just been blocked off by the oncoming march of the goo, and now he himself is trapped.
This is—not a great time. He backs up against a wall, heart racing in his chest. The damn goo already got his sword, so now he’s just backing up, panicking inside because he doesn’t want to die. This is a terrible way to go, and he’s already died at a wedding, he’s an expert in those now.
He takes a final step back.
The pavement suddenly freezes over under his foot, and the goo, which up until now had been near unstoppable, quite literally freezes as the ice spreads out. Soon enough, the ooze that had slowly begun filling this alleyway is just so much fragile, brittle ice.
And at the center of it is one very freaked-out Robb Stark.]
I—Did I do that?
[wild card]
[Have an idea for a scenario not covered by the above? This is the option for you! Alternately, hmu at robbstark.]
Robb Stark | A Song of Ice and Fire
[Clearly, the best way to introduce a recently-dead and still shell-shocked imPort to this brand new world he’s found himself in is to drag him right into a date, straight off the bat. Robb privately doubts that this Love Match thing, whatever it is, is telling the truth about how compatible he is with anyone (he’s got private doubts anything is real), but a free lunch is a free lunch, and he’s exhausted enough to sigh and ask how he’s to use the coupon.
Listen, indoor plumbing is a novelty to him, all right, leave off.
Anyway: after the explanation he gets about the coupon, the organizer drags over another random imPort, while speaking so fast about the invention that Robb mostly tunes it out, staring off into the distance like he’s not all here. As soon as the organizer’s gone, the results have been printed and the other imPort has been seated, he finally looks over at them and just smiles a wan, tired, apologetic smile.]
To tell you the truth, I—wasn’t listening to most of what she said. Were you?
[maurtia falls]
[Well. Robb had been fairly certain up until this point that he was probably dreaming while bleeding out on the Twins’ stone floor, but now that he’s facing down a—a blob of some kind? He’s reconsidering that position.
It’s not hard to figure out that it’s nigh impossible to arrest the slow march of the goo by himself with just a longsword, so Robb focuses on getting people out of danger: he’s seen it swallowing cars and trees and pets whole, he’s not going to count on it being merciful enough to stop before a person. However, the path he’d been planning to take this time has just been blocked off by the oncoming march of the goo, and now he himself is trapped.
This is—not a great time. He backs up against a wall, heart racing in his chest. The damn goo already got his sword, so now he’s just backing up, panicking inside because he doesn’t want to die. This is a terrible way to go, and he’s already died at a wedding, he’s an expert in those now.
He takes a final step back.
The pavement suddenly freezes over under his foot, and the goo, which up until now had been near unstoppable, quite literally freezes as the ice spreads out. Soon enough, the ooze that had slowly begun filling this alleyway is just so much fragile, brittle ice.
And at the center of it is one very freaked-out Robb Stark.]
I—Did I do that?
[wild card]
[Have an idea for a scenario not covered by the above? This is the option for you! Alternately, hmu at