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[The cell was spartan in its trappings, the whole room nothing but cold metal and hard surfaces. It was small, too, hardly large enough to pace from one end to the other, and offered a distinct lack of privacy due to the row of bars separating Beatrix from the rest of the cellblock. It was tedious, cramped, awkward, but on the whole, tolerable. Worse things could have happened, she knew that well. In terms of punishment, a week of solitude below decks was a remarkably light one for a murder.

Murder. When Sarah had described the killing that way Beatrix had bristled a little at the use of the word (as she saw it, killing Cato had been the natural reaction to his attack) but didn't protest it. Slight inaccuracy aside, murder was what she did.

She supposed she should feel some guilt for that.

The guilt didn't come, however. Instead, B only felt a mixture of mundane emotions: exhaustion from the flood, annoyance at her captivity, and a quiet, hidden satisfaction at a job well done.

Zero, she thought, was not having quite the intended effect on her.
]

[Video – current]

Guess who's a free woman.

[At this point, there's little else to say. A fairly empty smile crosses B's face before she turns the feed off.]

[OOC: Joint post for Zero and for the Pants on Fire flood!]

Date: 2012-09-07 09:54 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (Gendry come on stop being a troll)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
'All men must die.' A woman speaks truly.

[She hesitates, for just a second, then adds,] Is she Faceless?

Date: 2012-09-07 10:13 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (you have to keep a secret)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
Nothing. [There goes that hope.] It isn't important.

[And she has to blink, and blink hard, then rub her eyes. It was like waking up blind again, only she was already awake.]

Where did a woman learn her words? Memento mori.

Date: 2012-09-08 03:52 am (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (jk they're looking for you)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
A girl is fine. [And her throat burned now, too, and she had to swallow hard, shaking her head to push it away. A girl was in control of her face, she would not be controlled by it.]

Where do they speak Latin?

Date: 2012-09-09 07:19 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (a cupbearer knows how to listen)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
A girl is fine, [she repeats, and her vision goes black for a moment, and her head feels on fire, and she cradles it for a moment before it passes.]

A girl has never heard of them. Where do they lie?

Date: 2012-09-12 08:47 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (Gendry I have a bad feeling about this)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
Yes. [ She blinks again, and at least she can see, even if the burning in her throat is still there, like fire caught in her esophagus. ]

A girl would like to see.

Date: 2012-09-20 01:59 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (no one creeps up behind me)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
Yes. A girl will meet a woman there. [ And she will be wary and careful and hide until she spots B. ]

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Date: 2012-10-01 04:19 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (no comprende)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
[She nods back, watching B as she walks toward the woman. Wary, always wary, but never afraid.] Has a woman found a map?

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Date: 2012-10-01 04:49 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (you're huge or I'm tiny.)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
[She hesitates; Beatrix is showing her things, after all. She can be a little truthful. But only a little.] Once. She gave it up.

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Date: 2012-10-01 05:10 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (forces me to make up one)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
[She leans forward, studying the map, and then frowning. There is something familiar about it, and she thinks she might have seen the shape before, especially the silly little boot part. But she can't remember when - or where - she might have seen it, so she shrugs.]

A girl isn't sure. She may have.

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Date: 2012-10-01 06:07 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (you're huge or I'm tiny.)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
[She watches as B points, and shakes her head.] That isn't a girl's world. A girl knows Westeros, and Essos, and the Narrow Sea. Not...Eu-rope, or the Medi-Mediterranean Sea.

[She says them slowly, piecing out the strange words carefully. She points toward Rome.] That is where Memento Mori comes from?

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Date: 2012-10-02 05:18 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (forces me to make up one)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
If there is a map, yes. A girl does not think she could draw one well. [She knew the geography of her world just fine, but she'd never been artistic, not in sewing or singing or drawing.

Leaning forward to study the map, mouthing some of the surroundings areas silently, Arya nods.]


They were too proud to serve. [She's familiar with that.]

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Date: 2012-10-12 07:36 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (you have to keep a secret)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
[She takes a moment to picture it, to think, and then she nods.] Good. They reminded them.

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