The Kraken's Son

❝What is dead may never die.❞ Theon Greyjoy, group RP account

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۩ —–  “Hopefully.” she deadpanned, the grin on the mans face causing her to smile. It was interesting to meet someone that seemed to have a certain thirst for blood about him, and while Elyse understood that it was probably something that had been imposed upon him due to the fact that they were in the middle of a war, she liked to think that every man had some sort of primal instinct about them - this one - being no different. 

She understood that the way she’d made things sound, upon speaking to him about her lack of ability to tell him about what she felt about the whole thing, would make her seem ‘fishy’ in a sense, but it wasn’t until he spoke up and said what he did that a grin broke out on her face. He obviously felt the same way that she did about the Lions of Casterly rock, and if she could get rid of them with the snap of a finger, she would - but alas she couldn’t - that wasn’t how war worked. 

“I’m happy to know that someone else feels the same way that I do about these… People that are on the throne.” the brunette mused, humming ever so slightly as she eyed him up. 

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🐙– - – No Northerner had any love for the Lannisters after what they had done to the Starks and their own families. They made enemies left and right, which Theon considered a good thing. He would bet that others saw it the same way he did. Yet so few spoke openly of their distaste for the lions when they weren't in their cups or about to ride against them. It felt nice to have someone who did not care to keep their tongue guarded as far as this topic was concerned.

Theon snorted, eyes alight with amusement. “Calling them people is too kind, don't you think?” he responded, glancing back at her as well. Seeing her eye him up he adjusted his stance to stand just a little taller, shoulders squared and chest puffed out enough to be noticeable. The amused smile turned into something far more smug and Theon turned his gaze back to the Red Keep in the distance. “I can't believe they think they will win this war. Even the Targaryens had more sense.” just barely.

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elysebolton:

۩ —– She nodded. “I can honestly say that it won’t be long. Knowing men, and knowing the fact that there are hundreds - if not thousands of them wanting to fight and are away from their families… I would wager that it wouldn’t be too long till some action breaks out.” she said simply. She understood that the King of the North would do his best to make the fight good and fair for his people, and make sure that his men came out alive; but she couldn’t help but know that whatever fight did break out would be a blood bath. 

His question however, surprised her and she smirked ever so slightly. “How I would like for this would end would get my head lopped off if I said it too loudly, and I enjoy my head being on my shoulders far too much to risk such a stupid thing. What about you?” she asked, pausing, her voice smooth. “How would you like to see this all end?” 

🐙– - – “We'll be bashing in skulls soon enough. It will be a war for the songs.” he responded with a grin. Oh yes, the IDEA sounded appealing when you also believed your King would be the one to win this war. And what man didn't want to be seen as ready and willing to defend their own? The reality of it however. . . Optimistic as he chose to be about the entire ordeal, Theon was well aware there was little about war that was worth romanticizing the way he ended up doing. The fight wouldn't last long at any rate. Not when all their enemies were within arm's reach.

Her responds worried him and forced the Ironborn to sober. What could be so bad that it'd warrant her decapitation? Treason was all that he could think of. No matter the severity, (Supporting a different King, acting as spy, wishing to see Robb fall-- these were only a few thoughts to cross the Greyjoy's mind.) treason was treason and would be met with just that; an execution. Theon wasn't about to accuse her of any such thing though. He'd continue to smile and play along.

“Simple. We destroy the Lannisters, we win. The land will be divided in our favor.” he made it sound so easy.

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🐙– - – These Southron parties were so different from anything Theon was brought up with. No Iron Islander would ever attend such a thing unless they planned to crash the place. Only then would it be acceptable to show your face in a place like this. No, ironborn would drink and sing, celebrating whatever it was they came together for in a loud manner. Their parties resulted in people being too drunk to stand, screwing anything and everything, and the loss of at least two of your fingers. Northern parties didn't seem too different from the ironborn ones. Less violence, but other than that? They were much the same.

The masquerade held here was one for the songs. One where beauty and appearances mattered more than bonding with the guests and enjoying yourself. The biggest difference he noticed was how important it was to play the game of status here. Everyone would hide behind a smile while looking to-- figuratively-- stab you in the back. Theon could play that part easily enough, finding he quite enjoyed the intrigue of it.

He'd made his way through the crowd easily enough armed with charm and a smile. Standing near the dance floor he turned to the closest observer.

“Care to dance?”

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littledoe-frey:

With quick, small steps Roslin moved through the caslte, trying to hide the nervousness she felt inside from face. She had agreed to be part of this plan because she wanted to prove herself. Prove that she was the right one to marry a Stark, that she was brave and loyal. Also the thought of a girl her age held captive was a very unpleasant one she could not bare. 

She approached the person she was teamed up with to do the job. If they failed, if she failed, it would mean the end of all the planning. She had heard the name before, but never seen the face that belonged with that name. When he asked if she remembered her part of the plan, she nodded quietly. “I distract, you shoot right?”

🐙– - – He'd never gotten a chance to see Robb's intended up close. (Of course they kept her far away from him-- and the rest of the men. With so few women around it was difficult to say how they'd react. How he'd react what with his reputation.) She was such a small thing and not nearly not as Frey'ish as, well, other Freys. That was good. She actually looked attractive which was more than any of her siblings could ever hope to say. Something that proved to be crucial to their mission here. That was if she could actually carry out her part without messing it up.

“That's the short of it.” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “I'll be following you from the shadows at a distance. Do whatever you need to do to keep the guards occupied until I plant an arrow in their brains. Make sure I have a clear shot. You can do that, can't you?”

If he sounded skeptical, it was because he was. There was a lot of pressure for them to get this right. If they failed to get rid of the guards in a timely manner, or rouse suspicion, Sansa might end up in more danger than she already was. She did not deserve that. And if Robb wasn't going to put blame on him for that, then surely the King's lady mother would see him punished.

Pushing his cloak aside, Theon reached for his belt. He pulled a small knife free, holding out the handle to Roslin. “If anything goes wrong, use this.” He could not afford her to go out there without a form of self defense. “I'll need you to give me a sign to let me know I got our target. Just make sure it doesn't draw any attention. Sound good?”

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EVENT AESTHETIC

At the masquarade

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Outside the Keep

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littledoe-frey

🐙– - – Whatever the Greyjoy had expected from the masquerade, this certainly wasn't it. Stormy hues glanced from the gathering crowd up to the Red Keep. They should be able to pull this little stunt of theirs off if the Gods were willing. Theon stayed back in the shadows, bow and quiver held behind him to shield it from view, were anyone to notice him there. He couldn't risk being seen with such weapons.

His relieve was great when he saw Roslin approach. Why they thought it wise to pair him up with the Frey girl-- or why they included her at all-- was beyond him. It was better not to ask, so he didn't. Now all he could do was make the best of the situation they found themselves in.

“Are you ready for this? You do remember the plan, don't you?”

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elysebolton:

۩ —– The sight of his stupid smile moving from his face made her grin, the smile moving slowly - the action being rather eerie. Elyse could practically see the thoughts running through his head and it pleased her to know that by saying something as easy and true as what she had, she could disturb someone. 

“Indeed…” she paused, her brows furrowing at the mans words, his use of the Stark mans name was so casual, that it made her want to reprimand him. “King Robb, is a good man, but i doubt that he would put his men in precarious positions, and if he had to do it the way I mentioned, he would. Just to certify safety to some.” 

🐙– - – King Robb. Theon resisted the urge to scowl at her correction. She was right to point it out, of course. The boy he'd grown up with was now a King and should be addressed as such, regardless of the close bond the two shared. He would not let this slip of the tongue embarrass him. There was no reason to. His familiarity was not born out of lack of respect or spite. This was a well known fact.

“He'll do whatever he must to see us through safely. ” he studied her in silence then, his smile reappearing. She seemed to think so highly of herself, like she truly knew the way of war or even how Robb preferred to battle. Yet there was something intriguing about her confidence in these matters. Nothing less should be expected of a Bolton-- still, it was actually starting to capture his attention. “With so many men gathered here ready to wage war, you have to wonder how long they will stall drawing their blades.”

Westeros was relatively safe with all these Kings gathering here at the capital. It would be Lannister lands that suffered the most if none of them came to an agreement. Regardless of what turns this would take, it'd be interesting to watch unfold.

“How would you like to see this end?.”

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elysebolton:

۩ —– “They’ll be easy to defeat if you go in at the right time. If they’re still in their drunken stupors… You might actually get some men who are better at fighting while inebriated than while sober. Whereas if you go in just before dawn, it could be a certifiable blood bath. Not that i’m condoning killing the other men here.” 

 She sounded like her cousin - like a good chunk of her family. They were all ruthless, and unfortunately for her, growing up without an ounce of nurturing, the topic of killing and torturing a group of men was a normal thing to her, seeing how often it was brought up to her as a young girl. 

🐙– - – His smile finally disappeared completely at her unwelcome advice, mood sobering. Had it been anyone else, Theon would have agreed. He wanted to go out there and fight; few men present here didn't share in that feeling. Most weren't in for bloodshed either, no, they wished for glory. He knew he was. So to hear how she talked about turning this into a bloodbath was unsettling. She sounded like she'd welcome that. . . Cruel. Just like the rest of the bloody Boltons. Like he as an Ironborn was one to judge.

“Sure you're not.” he scoffed. “Doesn't matter anyway. If this comes to battle Robb would prefer us to fight with a sense ofhonor.”

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xknight-of-flowersx:

Loras stared at the scene before him.  with a deep and loud sigh he made his presence known.  

🐙– - – Honestly, was such a dramatic way of announcing your presence necessary? Theon quirked a brow, turning to look at the knight of flowers. He had no idea what to expect from this encounter.

“Can I help you?”

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elysebolton:

۩ —– “No, we just get even.” she responded, before letting out a snort, rolling her eyes as she did so. Men, leave it to men to think that women didn’t fight. Of course they did, they just did it a little less obviously. 

   “You were commenting on it, so I would have supposed that you did.” 

🐙– - – 'We get even' she said it like that meant something. You didn't get even with your enemies in war. You won, or you died. Or worse; you wish you had. Simple as that. The battlefield was no place for political warfare. And even then Theon believed that in order to rise, you had to crush your enemy under you heel either in spirit or in body. You needed to stay a step ahead instead of being content to get on the same level, dealing equally harsh blows. Yet he didn't think to voice any of that, believing she wouldn't understand where he was coming from. It didn't occur to him that her definition of getting even was exactly what he thought she didn't get.

“I did. You're probably right. Drunk men will believe anything and the other camps reek of alcohol.” Robb's camp not so much, it seemed in comparison. “They'll be easy to defeat.”

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elysebolton:

۩ —– She’d unknowingly stumbled into yet another conversation, with yet another man, and she couldn’t help let out a huff that distinctly said to anyone nearby that she wasn’t pleased. “Give any man enough ale and they think they can conquer the world.” she voiced, her hands clutching at skirt of her dress. 

🐙– - – Theon snorted, shaking his head softly but not responding otherwise. He turned to face her, looking the girl up and down, taking note of more than just her clothes. “It's no different for women.” The way he said it made it clear he mocked her commentary. “Though they don't fight--” with the exception of the Mormonts currently present at camp. And Brienne the Beauty in Renly's camp. “--So who cares what they think they can and can't do.”

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Not even the grim reality of war itself could wipe that smug smile off Theon's face. It was as it always was; wide and knowing . Like he held the answer to any and all secrets. That was how he carried himself too, standing almost casually at the edge of camp armed with his bow. His eyes seemed to tell a different story-- dark and grim-- untouched by the illusion of optimism that was so clear on the rest of his face.

“They seriously think they stand a chance, don't they.”