on rp shenanigans; homeless

[canals]

No. This is stupid. Not because I'm not doing anything, but you're screwing things up. I don't have anything, and you're doing this because it's fun. I don't need others, just let me be. Let me do what I must, what I want.

...you've only given me Nymeria once. And it changes nothing. Go away.

And leave Gendry out of it. I don't want to see him either.

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[starktostone]

Maybe your mundane is trying to help you.

[canals]

No. She isn't.

[starktostone]

Are you certain? Sometimes it is hard to tell. My mundane wishes to send me to a place I'd rather not go but if I do, I will gain something precious that I've lost.

[canals]

I know what she's doing. She doesn't care about me. Well if she's going to do what she wants to, then so will I.

[starktostone]

What is she intending to do to you?

[canals]

Whatever she wishes.

[starktostone]

Maybe you can try to reason with her. My mundane adheres to my wishes on occasion.

[canals]

That's not going to work either. [She's just going to complain. Or fight it.]

[mimicat]

[Hmmm...what would I call you? Arya-boy or Catty-boy?]

[willas_tyrell]

Perhaps your mundane is trying to get your mind away from your troubles through all these games. Maybe I'm giving her too much credit, but typically mundanes choose someone out of a certain love. Yes, her fun is on her mind, because no one is perfect, but my point still stands.

[canals]

She's got games for the others. This is worse.

[willas_tyrell]

Just stuck here then, are you?

Whatever the case, I'm sure it's temporary.

[canals]

It isn't. She's got plans. Lots of them.

[willas_tyrell]

Well that sounds ... interesting.

[canals]

She's got me in one of those boxes, to do things.

[willas_tyrell]

Boxes? I'm sorry, but you've lost me there.

[canals]

[She rolls her eyes.] Museboxes.

[willas_tyrell]

Ah, my apologies.

[Not exactly his brightest moment.]

I swear I'm not usually a complete idiot.

[Maybe it'll coax a smile out of her. Maybe not]

[canals]

[Nope.] You're some sort of lord.

[willas_tyrell]

Yes. Willas Tyrell, of House Tyrell, at your service.

[canals]

Loras' brother? [She blurts out before watching him carefully. She doesn't trust anyone, not knowing whose side the Tyrells are on.]

[willas_tyrell]

Loras is my younger brother, yes.

[Arya might have heard of Willas. The young man is supposed to be very intelligent, a promising future lord of the Highgarden.]

[canals]

Right. One of the wealthier families of Westeros. [At least that's how she's going to play it. She remembers the tourney Loras was at. With her father and Sansa.]

[willas_tyrell]

Yes, although wealth does not necessarily translate to worth. The Lannisters have more money than any other three houses put together, and yet your father was worth a hundred Lannisters by my estimation.

[canals]

I don't know what you're talking about. [She clams up, hardens at the mention of her father.]

[willas_tyrell]

Ah. Yes. Alright.

[He gets it.]

[canals]

Stop looking at me like that. You don't know me.

[willas_tyrell]

No, I apologize ... I mistook you for somebody else. My mistake.

[He could tell she didn't much care for someone willing to listen. Perhaps she just wanted to be left alone.]

[canals]

[She stares at him hard. He knows her somehow.]

Whatever. I'm.. Cat.

[willas_tyrell]

[He doesn't forget a face. He was at the Hand's Tourney, watching his brother compete.]

It's a pleasure to meet you.

[canals]

You, too. I guess. [Still staring.]

[willas_tyrell]

[Nods and absentmindedly taps his walking stick on the ground.]

...

...

... Well this is awkward.

[canals]

Yeah, it is.

[willas_tyrell]

So how did you come to be here?

[Obviously not the literal here, but as in her current situation. It seems an odd one for a girl so young.]

[canals]

I found people who could help me.